Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 261 - 266 Shameless

New York, Donald Tower.

Property tycoon Donald was slowly sipping coffee while watching NBC’s broadcast.

He remembered how his Twitter account would get suspended from time to time and couldn’t help but gloatingly mutter to himself, "Ha, Wang Jian is actually accused of plagiarism?"

"This is simply... too exciting!"

At that moment, NBC began playing the video of that best-selling author, appearing in front of the camera himself.

"I was an orphan who went through multiple foster homes as a child," Wang Jian said slowly, sipping coffee and facing the camera.

"Therefore, most of my childhood was spent in the Bronx District."

"I guess everyone knows what the environment in the Bronx is like."

"Fortunately, at the age of 17, I was lucky enough to publish my first novel."

"After that, I finally escaped from poverty and slowly started my literary career."

He set down his coffee and seriously told the camera, "I wonder if everyone has this kind of expectation, to someday make it big and then have people around you look at you with new eyes?"

Um...

Donald thought about the scoffing and mocking he had faced when he was bankrupt.

Even the front page headline of the New York Times that day had been "Property Tycoon Donald Goes Bankrupt"...

Alright, he nodded.

He certainly wanted to do that and was already doing it.

Just then, Wang Jian smiled and took out a photo, "This is Miss Chris, my childhood goddess."

"She was to me like the ’Queen’ of the prom, and the captain of the cheerleading squad."

"The prototype for the ex-girlfriend in the book is based on her. Of course, the real situation was not that disgraceful."

"But," Wang Jian shrugged, "I was only 18 years old, I think everyone will understand a boy’s teenage dreams."

"Fuck! That’s really shameless!" Donald exhaled, "He actually just said that?"

"This is a photo I secretly took while we were dating," Wang Jian said, a bit embarrassed on camera, "like an ordinary high school student collecting items of their secret crush."

"But people are always greedy," Wang Jian continued, "These two waitresses are the prototypes for the two female servers in the book."

"This is Max, her figure..." he pulled out another two photos.

"This is Caroline, I believe there are more people who know her than know me, right?"

"These are the memories of the happy times we had together," Wang Jian displayed a "nerd"-like, self-deceptive smile, "I think it’s due to my own reasons, not just because one can buy happiness."

"Of course, I am more than willing to provide the best of everything to them."

"These scenes are all reflected in ’I’m Too Rich,’ where the protagonist goes shopping."

"As for the heroines in the story, who were looked down upon but became sought after because of the protagonist’s wealth, those are truly my own experience."

Wang Jian was saying this, all the while holding up the photos for the camera one by one.

Restaurants, art exhibitions, luxury shops, Wall Street parties, all the edited photos were completely exposed to the public.

"Of course, there’s some exaggeration in the book’s plot, but I think that’s a normal phenomenon in literary creation," added Wang Jian.

"’Brewer’s Million Gift’ tends to focus more on the process of spending money."

"Whereas ’I’m Too Rich’ leans more towards how the wealth of the protagonist causes improvements for those around them."

"That book was a satire of materialism."

"My book, on the other hand, is encouraging everyone to work hard to create a better life."

After Wang Jian finished speaking, property tycoon Donald almost spat blood.

Expressing one’s inner desires so blatantly, and involving relationships between men and women...

Donald picked up his coffee and took a sip, "Another Larry Ellison, using wealth to create hype?"

Meanwhile, Larry Ellison also watched the TV, stunned.

Come on, you are a billionaire, a renowned best-selling author!

Writing this kind of fantasy work is acceptable.

But to actually insert yourself without shame, describing these realities...

Really, have you no shame at all?

He gently patted his assistant’s hair and let out a long sigh.

"This shameless performance is really like something property tycoon Donald would do!"

"Lucky for me, there’s tech-madman Larry Ellison and property tycoon Donald around," Wang Jian sat in his office, watching the NBC broadcast.

"Otherwise, I’d definitely be the most shameless billionaire in the United States!"

At that moment, his phone rang.

"Wang, the video is done playing, I’m leaving NBC now," came Lehman’s voice.

"Thank my legal adviser for you," Wang Jian replied, picking up his coffee for a sip, "because of the video tape, NBC couldn’t make random remarks during my statement."

"Ha," Lehman laughed, "This was a countermeasure thought up by the Goldman Sachs Legal Department after learning from past mistakes."

"You should’ve seen the legendary journalist Woodward’s face; it was absolutely classic!"

Alright, the expression of the legendary journalist was indeed classic.

He would have never expected that the evidence presented wasn’t the kind that journalists could manipulate, but rather photo after photo documenting the debauched life of that Asian best-selling author!

"Fuck, there’s absolutely no low they won’t stoop to! I’m going to smear and expose his womanizing attitude!" Woodward lost his composure for a moment.

"Uh... Mr. Woodward," a representative from Simon & Schuster Publishing House carefully interrupted the furious legendary journalist, "for an artist, this isn’t really a problem."

"On this year’s best-seller list, there’s an artist’s autobiographical novel ’She’s Lonelier Than Fireworks.’"

"In that novel, there are even incestuous relationships between siblings, and yet it’s still hugely popular."

"Artists having complicated relationships with women, women’s rights groups generally turn a blind eye, and there can even be a fawning over them!"

"Shit!" Woodward swore under his breath, gradually regaining his composure, "What a bunch of monsters!"

If the President of the United States had exposed improper relationships, he was confident he could create big trouble for him.

But for a writer, was it not even a fart?

At this moment, his assistant rushed in.

"Mr. Woodward, there’s a phone call for you," the assistant said, breathless, "It’s Mr. Redstone’s assistant."

Woodward startled inwardly and hurried over to the phone.

"Mr. Redstone is busy and can’t contact you personally."

"He just wants to ask you one thing, do you know how much resources Viacom Group has invested in its New York stronghold on Wall Street?"

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