Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 257 - 262 Luxury Experience Card

Early morning, inside a villa on the Upper West Side.

Wang Jian opened his eyes and saw Chris staring at him with wide blue eyes.

"Wang, why are you doing all this?" she whispered.

Could I tell you it was to preemptively prepare for the underhanded tactics of NBC, who are currently aggressively marketing themselves?

"For creative inspiration," Wang Jian used this all-purpose reason for a writer.

Then, he changed the subject, "Didn’t you say you wanted to become a lawyer?"

"Can I?" Chris asked, surprised and delighted.

"Of course, you can try going to college, and I’ll pay your tuition," he laughed, patting Chris’s hair, "as a return..."

Before Wang Jian could finish, he noticed that she had started burrowing into the quilt.

What the hell is happening?

He quickly grabbed Chris, "I mean, in my company, you’d need to handle some miscellaneous tasks."

This wouldn’t just help Chris get out of her current predicament, but also shut Tom up about his constant nagging.

"By the way, are you still living in the Bronx District?" Wang Jian suddenly thought to bring it up.

Seeing Chris nod, Wang Jian decided to arrange for a different living space for her.

After a kidnapping incident, he was really not confident about the security in the slums.

Now, Lily had moved into a long-term rented apartment in Manhattan, and Lynn, due to handling the website’s advertising, had seen a huge increase in income and became Lily’s neighbor.

Even Sarah, who was reluctant to accept Wang Jian’s help, moved to Manhattan following Wang Jian’s advice due to increased earnings from a recent feminist movement.

He thought for a moment and dialed Tom’s cell phone.

"Wang, you really need a trustworthy assistant," Tom started his routine grumbling, "Matthew has faxed over two contracts, and I’ve just filed them for you."

"I also investigated your ex-boyfriend Max’s details, and I’m officially informing you that he’s holding an art exhibition today."

"If you want to resolve this quickly, drive to the location now!"

So soon?

Wang Jian shook his head, breaking Tom’s "I’m a copyright lawyer, a senior executive, not a handler of trifles" complaint.

Afterwards, he quickly informed Chris about this while hurriedly getting dressed.

"Manhattan?" Chris asked in surprise, "Isn’t the rent there extremely expensive?"

"Don’t worry about it," Wang Jian responded casually, "you don’t need to."

After all, until Chris officially started working, she would be considered low-income.

Thus, her rent and tuition could be covered through a charity foundation.

"By the way, there will be someone filming when you view the apartment," he instructed, "try to look extra surprised."

"I am surprised already!" Chris responded, preparing to repay Wang Jian in her own unique way.

But when she turned around, she only heard Wang Jian’s voice coming from outside.

"Prepare a suitable set of clothes for the lady inside, and get breakfast ready."

Then, the sound of a car engine starting was heard.

Chris looked at the ceiling, feeling like everything was a dream.

Just a few days ago, she struggled to find a decent job.

Now, she was about to move to Manhattan to study law?

Chris hesitated for a moment, crawled to the other side of the bed, and greedily breathed in Wang Jian’s scent.

Afterward, low panting sounds filled the room again.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian was driving towards the address Tom had mentioned.

About half an hour later, he saw that sharp-tongued female bartender on the side of the road.

"You’re wearing that?" Wang Jian, surprised, looked at Max in her cheap outfit.

Come on, we are going to confront an ex-boyfriend!

Even he himself had carefully selected his clothes, switching from Armani to a very expensive-looking bespoke suit.

"I’m not one of you rich folks," Max said, opening the car door and getting in.

"And the restaurant finally had a rich client, but can you believe it, he left without tipping."

Uh...

Wang Jian shook his head helplessly and had to rely on memory to find a ladies’ luxury boutique.

Because he was dressed normally today, the cliché "looking down upon" incident didn’t happen.

But...

Wang Jian glanced at Max, "Please, someone is filming, can you act a bit more excited?"

"Yeah," Max rolled her eyes, making an exaggerated face.

Afterward, she picked up a few clothes and went into the changing room.

This woman...

Wang Jian sighed helplessly.

But he soon burst into laughter.

"Doesn’t that feel tight on you?"

"Not tight," Max puffed up her chest, "I’ve survived this long all thanks to this!"

Wang Jian shook his head and pointed at another, bigger piece of clothing, "That one then."

"Sir, that piece is a limited edition, worth twelve thousand US dollars," the salesperson said.

"Twelve thousand US dollars? Are you guys robbing people?" Max’s voice suddenly rose an octave.

Wang Jian frowned, waved his hand dismissively, and gestured for the salesperson to quickly take this woman into the changing room.

Watching Max walk reluctantly into the changing room, still muttering something.

Wang Jian muttered to himself, "FUCK, using her might have been a mistake."

Soon, Max came out in a more fitting black long dress.

Well... if she didn’t speak, this woman actually looked quite attractive.

But once she opened her mouth, it was, "Are you an idiot? Clothes worth over ten thousand dollars?"

In the car, Max fidgeted uncomfortably and complained loudly.

This made Wang Jian, who usually cherished his life, have to speed up the car.

He now just wanted to reach the painting exhibition quickly, so he wouldn’t have to face this woman alone in a confined space.

But half an hour later, Wang Jian stopped the car somewhat confusedly.

This painting exhibition seemed a bit different from what he remembered.

Even his Cadillac was the most luxurious car in the parking lot.

"Are you sure you got the place right?" Wang Jian looked at Max.

But he noticed that Max had dropped her brash attitude.

Now, her facial expression changed erratically, seemingly a bit anxious.

Hmm, it seems we’re at the right place.

Wang Jian pulled the reluctant Max into the gallery.

"Wow, this piece of work is truly outstanding," many people crowded around a painting, admiring it.

Hmm?

Is this a gathering of unrecognized artists?

Wang Jian pulled Max closer to take a look.

Is this it?

A simple stroke on a white canvas qualifies as a masterpiece?

He patted Max’s arm, "You can start your critique now."

Unexpectedly, Max didn’t speak, just stared motionlessly at a man and a woman ahead.

The painter’s ex-boyfriend?

Wang Jian glanced at the paparazzi behind him, then pulled Max forward.

I must say, this man’s painting skills are distinguished here.

Of course, that’s all there is to it.

Having researched a bit because it also belongs to the "art" category,

"Well, with the right hype, it could probably sell for around ten thousand US dollars," he whispered to Max, "about the same as the price of the dress you’re wearing."

"Heh, nouveau riche." A woman interjected, "You simply don’t understand the value of art."

"Is this the man’s fiancée?"

Wang Jian glanced at the man, only to see him staring intently at Max.

Max, gripping Wang Jian’s arm, also started to exert force.

Shit, I should be under the car, not inside it...

Just as Wang Jian was lamenting in his mind, a man approached.

"Mr. Wang Jian, is that you?" he asked loudly with an exaggerated expression, "I’m a fan of your books!"

"Could it be, you’re also here for the art exhibit?"

Tom’s hired actor... such poor acting, deserves a pay cut!

Wang Jian responded with an embarrassed smile, "Yes, looking for some inspiration."

Due to NBC’s continuous coverage, many people, having been reminded, recognized Wang Jian.

"Mr. Wang, take a look at this piece."

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Wang Jian firmly remembered his intention to ’slap faces’ and looked towards his ex-boyfriend.

The fiancée hesitated for a moment, then desperately signaled to her ex-boyfriend, hoping he would come and make amends.

The ex-boyfriend, seeing Max clinging to Wang Jian, hesitated.

After struggling for a while, he finally walked towards Wang Jian.

But Max unexpectedly yanked Wang Jian away and they headed towards the distance.

Big sister, we were supposed to ’slap faces’!

Wang Jian struggled, trying to go back and complete his task.

But unexpectedly, Max’s strength was enormous, yanking him was not easy unless he made a clear and concerted effort.

"This is your rival’s painting, what do you think?" Max asked Wang Jian in a cold tone.

Well, since I can’t go back, I might as well look.

"It’s similar to his level, just over ten thousand US Dollars," Wang Jian shrugged.

Max nodded and started turning Wang Jian away.

It must be said, the level of this art exhibit was indescribably poor.

Soon, Wang Jian actually felt nauseous.

For some unknown reason, Max took the initiative to get Wang Jian some water.

Wang Jian sat on a lounge chair, waiting for her to return.

But in a blink of an eye, he saw the ex-boyfriend grabbing Max’s arm.

Uh... should I go up?

Wang Jian thought for a moment but shook his head.

He really only wanted to ’slap faces,’ and had little interest in this woman.

Since he couldn’t ’slap a face’, why ruin someone else’s marriage?

However, a few minutes later, Max came back.

"Ha, men, artists..." she handed a bottle of water to Wang Jian with disdain.

At this moment, the ex-boyfriend and fiancée also came over.

"Ha, so you’re Max?" the fiancée clung tightly to the ex-boyfriend, "And you, Mr. Wang Jian."

"A writer, really understands painting?"

"Besides, I heard that you have such low desire to create that you’re now engrossed in the game of capital?"

Hmm?

What’s that got to do with me?

Wang Jian looked at them, pitying himself.

He looked down at Max, only to see the usually fierce woman at a loss for words.

How embarrassing!

Wang Jian lamented in his mind.

Perhaps because he was the most famous person here and because the fiancée was speaking too loudly, people had started to gather around them.

Fuck it, I don’t care anymore, I can’t afford this embarrassment.

Wang Jian thought for a moment and whispered to the fiancée, "This is called the game of capital."

Having said that, he pulled Max to a rival’s painting. "This painting, fifty thousand US Dollars, I’ll take it!"

Well, fifty thousand US Dollars might just be the highest transaction record of this exhibit.

Plus, with Wang Jian’s identity, people soon came asking.

"Mr. Wang, what is special about this painting?"

"It has a beautiful artistic conception..."

Either way, Wang Jian is a writer.

When it comes to stringing words together, he is confident he can outdo everyone present.

"By the way, please deliver this painting to the Upper West Side," he told the staff.

Fifty thousand US Dollars, the Upper West Side?

The painter, thrilled, watched Wang Jian, "Thank you, thank you so much!"

"Actually, it was this lady who first spotted this painting," Wang Jian pointed to Max.

The painter looked between Wang Jian and Max, pondering something in his mind.

Then...

Wang Jian later realized he was wrong, a painter’s vocabulary in praising a woman, actually was no less extensive than his own.

Alright... mission accomplished.

Wang Jian didn’t want to stay here any longer and was ready to leave.

Perhaps Max felt the same, and soon, they were seen out of the gallery by many painters.

Max reached the door and suddenly saw the ex-boyfriend and fiancée arguing.

The ex-boyfriend took a deep breath and abandoned his fiancée.

Then, with a smiling face, he approached Wang Jian.

"Let’s go," Max pulled Wang Jian and hurried into the car.

Once inside the car, she kissed Wang Jian like a madwoman.

"You are my luxury experience card," Max whispered after their lips parted.

What does that mean?

Wang Jian was a bit puzzled and was about to ask.

But then he saw Max’s lips coming towards him again.

...

Wall Street, inside Goldman Sachs’ office.

Lehman looked at a document and frowned.

"Plagiarism, and a public trial?"

"Yes," the assistant quietly replied, "it seems to involve the operation of the Viacom Group."

"This is the capital-centric New York, our home turf!" Lehman scoffed, "not some Los Angeles district court!"

"Do they really want to replay the scene where Hollywood played Wall Street?"

"What should we do?" the assistant asked quietly, "use our connections, have the district court cancel the public trial?"

Hmm...

Lehman frowned, thinking.

For anyone else, he would definitely use his connections to thwart Viacom Group’s plans.

But Wang Jian...

No one knew if he was prepared or what methods he would use!

Thinking of the ’Female Pope’ incident that, partly due to African disturbances, gained unexpected popularity, Lehman was undecided.

After a moment’s thought, he replied, "Let’s delay a bit, I’ll consult Wang Jian."

"With his moves, Twitter’s stock value increased, and the website’s profits keep rising."

"As investors, we must maintain absolute respect for such corporate controllers."

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