Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 259 - 264 The Most Qualified Actor

Manhattan, inside a luxury store on Fifth Avenue.

Wang Jian looked at the lady beside him, clad in high heels almost his height, and finally felt he had chosen the right person.

This former rich girl named Caroline was practically a walking face-slap!

"Hehe, I’m not here to return items pitifully, but to shop."

Caroline, linking arms with Wang Jian, said to the attendant, "Like before, take me to the VIP room."

"But..." The attendant looked at the two of them, her face showing difficulty.

"Cough, cough," Wang Jian discreetly glanced at the paparazzi behind him, "where is your guest list?"

"I am Wang Jian, you can check it out."

The attendant paused upon hearing the name, took another careful look at Wang Jian, and finally brought out the courtesy expected of a luxury store.

"Mr. Wang, Miss Caroline, I am very sorry to make your shopping experience unpleasant," the manager said while secretly glancing at Caroline.

"To apologize, we will offer a bottle of fine wine."

"Hmph," Caroline arrogantly lifted her head and walked into the VIP room with an air of disowning all her relatives.

"If it weren’t for my boyfriend’s fondness for the clothes here, I would definitely blacklist you."

Wang Jian looked forward, then at the continually apologizing attendant, and marveled inwardly, "What a natural actress, much easier to handle than that Max!"

"Darling, how do I look in this dress?" came Caroline’s feigned coquettish voice.

Wang Jian smiled and shook his head, then walked into the VIP room.

Such a pity the paparazzi couldn’t come in to shoot!

"Wow, this dress is so expensive, my pocket money isn’t enough," a somewhat juvenile female voice came through.

Wang Jian glanced at her, feeling a bit familiar.

"Caroline?" But unexpectedly, the girl exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

"Weren’t your father arrested for fraud and you left penniless?"

Caroline raised an eyebrow and turned around, "Oh, it’s Paris!"

"You’re unwilling to buy this skirt for just thirty thousand US Dollars?" First puzzled, then as if suddenly realizing, she patted her chest, "Oh, right. Your money comes from the family fund; there’s a limit."

"Ah, Paris," Caroline shook her head, "with so many boyfriends, does no one wish to pay thirty thousand US Dollars for you?"

"Oh, I remembered now," she said in a tone like an elder, "Because of your reputation, no family’s child wishes to date you anymore."

"My reputation might be poor, but it’s still better than a fraudster’s family," Hilton retorted.

Caroline shrugged, pointed at Wang Jian beside her, and then at the boy beside Hilton.

"Mr. Wang," Hilton faced Wang Jian, recalling she had given him a business card before, she seriously said, "She will only harm your career, while I can help you."

"Ha, when did you start representing the Hilton family?" Caroline clung to Wang Jian’s arm a bit more firmly, "Moreover, the wealth you control might not necessarily exceed Wang’s."

"Dear," she leaned on Wang Jian, "our relationship is so good, why not buy it for her?"

Your relationship, so good...

Wang Jian sighed inwardly as he pulled out his credit card.

"No need." Hilton hesitated a moment but still handed Wang Jian another business card, "Mr. Wang, when you see through this female scammer’s true colors, feel free to contact me."

Watching Hilton’s retreating figure, Caroline whistled softly.

"You’re not really going to contact her, are you?" she looked at Wang Jian, "She is famously promiscuous and not even of age yet."

I am not interested in those younger than me...

Wang Jian crumpled the business card and tossed it into the trash.

"So, what kind of party is tonight?" Caroline, watching Wang Jian’s actions, asked with a light laugh.

"Charity." Wang Jian casually sat in a chair, already too lazy to pretend as there were no cameras.

"Then we shouldn’t wear branded clothes but rather luxurious, low-key custom clothes."

She pulled Wang Jian’s hand and walked out again.

Why so many nuances?

Wang Jian was somewhat helplessly dragged out.

After a lengthy and nauseating "face-slapping" process, they were finally ready for tonight’s attire.

"Excuse me, Miss Caroline," Wang Jian started a conversation to boost his spirits, "Miss Max doesn’t care about portrait rights because of her background."

"Why don’t you care either?"

"Heh," Caroline chuckled softly, "Want to know why? Let me go in first, and you can observe."

With that, she strutted into the Four Seasons Hotel in her high heels.

"Heh, the daughter of a swindler dares to attend a charity dinner? Shouldn’t she return the money she swindled first?"

"Look, she’s walking towards us, wants to greet us—quick, turn around, don’t let people know we once knew each other."

When Wang Jian entered the venue, he saw Caroline standing dazedly to one side.

Within a three-meter radius around her, not even a waiter appeared.

"Ha, now you know why I don’t care about portrait rights," Caroline said with a bitter smile. "Do you think a porn actress would be afraid of being blackmailed with nude photos?"

Alright...

Wang Jian remembered the information, and nodded reluctantly.

Then it was his own turn to seek opportunities for face-slapping.

Unexpectedly, when others saw Wang Jian, they extended their faces willingly for a gentle slap.

"Why are they all crowding around? Isn’t that woman a swindler’s daughter?" the clueless crowd asked.

"Ha," someone chuckled and responded, "Did she scam your money? No, right? They’re just some brainless commoners."

"But the person beside her can bring real wealth.

The Twitter IPO made Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley a fortune.

The account under his name... involves an even bigger stake!"

"Oh, why are you leaving?" the person asked.

"Uh... I’ll go see if there’s a chance," said someone who had just called Caroline a fraud, walking away while responding.

"FUCK, the vultures of Wall Street!" The person set down his glass and also headed towards Wang Jian.

"Mr. Wang, your outfit is perfect. Caroline, I remember attending your coming-of-age ceremony."

"Ha ha, Caroline, you know each other? That’s such a coincidence."

Uh...

Caroline, overwhelmed by the crowd closing in, was unaccustomed.

She tugged at Wang Jian’s sleeve, "Sorry, I need to go to the restroom for a moment."

In the restroom, Caroline opened her compact mirror with a bit of confusion.

She hadn’t gotten any prettier, had she?

"Ha, Caroline, that manipulative woman," a voice came from outside, "She knows she can never return to high society on her own, so she found a writer."

"Heh, only artists don’t care about these things, but most artists don’t have money."

"So you see, she’s clever, found the only qualifying artist who’s a billionaire."

After the female voices outside slowly drifted away, Caroline came out of the stall.

When she returned to the venue and saw Wang Jian surrounded by people from afar, she recalled the conversation.

Not caring about the past, an artist...

Caroline murmured, "Wang Jian, huh?"

...

Meanwhile, inside the NBC office building.

Wood looked at the court notice on his desk, then at the host in front of him.

"That piece isn’t plagiarism, but I want to convince the audience it is; can you do it?"

"Of course, Mr. Wood," the middle-aged host shrugged, "That’s our basic capability."

"Unless the other side presents some straightforward evidence that even the increasingly uneducated American audience can understand, relying solely on an expert’s opinion?"

He laughed and said, "Then it will be like the second Los Angeles Police Department!"

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