Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 262 - 267 - Continue to Update

Western United States, Tennessee.

Leonard slowly stood up and turned off the TV.

As a loyal user of wangwen.com and a die-hard fan of Wang Jian, he naturally watched the live broadcast of the trial.

Thinking about the recent events, Leonard felt a pang of shame.

Unconsciously, he had also gone from complete disbelief to beginning to doubt the possibility that "I’m Too Rich" might indeed contain plagiarism.

Fortunately, Wang’s video appeared in the end...

"Leonard," he softly tapped his own face, "you didn’t expect this work to have so many stories, did you?"

Born in a slum, childhood goddess...

As Leonard recalled, he opened his computer.

This time, he wanted to reread "I’m Too Rich" combined with the recent footage.

Was his real ex-girlfriend like that?

In Leonard’s mind, the image of a blonde girl with a round face appeared.

Moreover, among the two waitresses, the one from a bankrupt middle-class family turned out to be the daughter of a well-known financial fraudster.

What did the other Latino undocumented immigrant waitress look like?

He tried hard to remember, but it seemed that apart from two blobs of flesh, he couldn’t recall anything else...

"Why is the protagonist the same age as me, sixteen..." Leonard sighed softly.

That kind of trouble, choosing to go shopping with this girlfriend while worrying about other girlfriends getting jealous.

It really was...

So enviable!

He opened Twitter’s topic section to see everyone’s discussions.

As he expected, everyone was expressing their support for Wang.

"How could it be plagiarism? Wang truly went from being born in a slum to becoming a billionaire within just a few years!"

"That’s right!" someone expressed their support, "I looked up the author of ’Brewer’s Million Gift.’"

"Do you guys know how he died? Starved during the Great Depression!"

"Letting him write about a billionaire’s life? He totally lacked that experience!"

Leonard nodded as he read the comments.

However, he soon realized that the focus of the discussion had shifted away from plagiarism.

It had turned to the real identities of the three girlfriends in the book.

"There’s a lot of coverage on Caroline," someone posted her photo, "but the other two women, their images are completely missing!"

"I was too busy watching Wang’s explanation earlier and forgot to take photos."

"Reading ’I’m Too Rich’ together with the photos of the female lead would be more interesting!"

Uh...

Although Leonard felt a bit embarrassed by this comment, he strongly agreed.

At that moment, someone commented, "The first girlfriend is named Chris, just arrived at the Queens County alcohol NA group; the other women I don’t know."

"Another woman is named Max, works at a restaurant in Brooklyn with Caroline."

"I’m planning a trip to Brooklyn, anyone want to join?"

"Forget it, I’m in Queens County." someone immediately replied, "I’m going to check out the ex-girlfriend first."

Fuck, why don’t I live in New York?

Leonard pondered for a moment and quickly typed on the keyboard, "Remember to take two pictures and scan them!"

"Book friends are all waiting!"

...

Meanwhile, Wang Jian had just sent off his lawyer Matthew from his office.

Although from both a legal and public perception standpoint, the plagiarism case had basically been concluded.

But because of procedural reasons, this lawsuit still had to drag on for quite a long time!

"Fuck, Viacom, NBC, Woodward!" Wang Jian cursed softly.

With his personality, he really didn’t care about others slandering him a bit.

But... if it affected his money-making, that was another matter entirely.

Still, there was not much he could do about the other party.

Viacom, that large media conglomerate, was even something Goldman Sachs could do nothing about.

Wang Jian hit the desk somewhat dejectedly, "If only Twitter could become a main channel for public information like NBC one day..."

But what he could do now was just to have Matthew collect some information about Woodward to see if there was a chance for some minor retaliation.

Wang Jian turned on his computer and looked at the website and Twitter backend.

Hm?

The number of users had surged again?

Was it because of the lawsuit?

Wang Jian shook his head and stopped thinking too much.

"Anyway, let’s ride the wave of popularity for now."

"We must quickly earn back the money lost due to this incident."

With his whisper, the office filled with the clattering sounds of keyboard typing again.

Then, on the day of the plagiarism lawsuit, "I’m Too Rich" still updated as usual.

...

The protagonist, Carl, bought a luxury car that was stolen by Fiona’s new boyfriend.

"Ha," the new boyfriend laughed toward Fiona, his African-American BFF, and Carl, "This new Porsche is mine."

"How about a ride?"

Um...

Carl looked at his sister, then at the new boyfriend.

Faced with this situation, he didn’t know what to do...

"Let’s go, Carl," Fiona patted the protagonist’s shoulder and cheerfully climbed into the passenger seat.

"Actually..." Carl looked at the new boyfriend, struggling with the words, "maybe the fuel gauge is broken, and the car’s out of gas now?"

"No way, this is a Porsche," the new boyfriend said. "How could it break that easily?"

Can I admit that I was just messing with it while bored?

Perhaps due to oil accumulation in the engine, the car finally started.

The new boyfriend gave Carl a challenging look, while Carl just shrugged his shoulders and didn’t say much.

"Ha, there’s the Porsche club," the African-American BFF pointed at a building ahead, shouting, "I hear the people there are very wealthy, and the facilities are luxurious."

"Can we go take a look?"

The new boyfriend eyed the security guards ahead, battling internally.

But upon seeing Fiona’s hopeful look, he finally made up his mind.

"Porsches from the slums are likely illegal, probably not club members," the new boyfriend reassured himself.

When the security personnel saw the approaching Porsche, they started to check credentials.

But when they saw Carl in the back seat, they immediately bowed respectfully.

"Sir, I hope you have a pleasant visit."

The new boyfriend sighed in relief and awkwardly drove the Porsche to the parking spot.

Carl awkwardly looked out the window, avoiding eye contact with the security personnel.

Based on his own experiences, the new boyfriend didn’t dare enter the clubhouse lounge.

"We’re just here to look around," he told the three.

Fiona and Carl agreed, but the African-American BFF complained, "Can’t we try the fancy wine here?"

"Sorry, the process is a bit complicated; I’m not a member yet," the new boyfriend searched for an excuse.

"Alright," the BFF reluctantly nodded her head. "Let’s go to the tennis court then."

"My idol, Big Williams!"

"Damn Big Williams," Carl panted on the sidelines of the tennis court, talking to himself.

With your weak sports genes, don’t you feel ashamed?

"Okay, let’s take a break," he couldn’t help but say.

"I’ll go to the car to get some water," the new boyfriend said.

Those waters are way past their expiration date!

Carl watched him leave and then said to the two women, "I need to use the restroom."

"You guys wait here for him."

"Sure," Fiona waved her hand nonchalantly, lovingly watching the new boyfriend’s retreating figure.

"Just a thief, Fiona’s dated worse," Carl muttered to himself as he walked toward the hall.

"Fiona, I want to use the restroom too," the African-American BFF stood up, hurrying after Carl.

"Huh? How can he go into the hall?" The BFF was puzzled.

"Miss, you can’t go in," security blocked the African-American girl.

"But him?" The BFF pointed at Carl.

"It’s okay," another security guard interjected, "they came together."

Huh?

The first security personnel glanced at Carl, then back at the African-American BFF.

"Sorry, miss, I hope you enjoy yourself."

"Fiona’s boyfriend, didn’t he say he’s not officially a member yet?" she wondered aloud as she walked forward. "Or is he afraid we’ll embarrass him?"

Suddenly, she saw a young white man smiling and approaching Carl.

"Ha, our youngest Porsche owner is here!"

Youngest, Porsche owner, Carl?

The African-American BFF paused, stopping in her tracks.

"Carl, is that lady with you?"

"Which one?" The protagonist casually turned around and saw the African-American BFF.

"You are..." The BFF watched as everyone familiarly greeted Carl.

"Um..." Carl and the African-American BFF made eye contact, and the atmosphere turned a bit awkward.

"Would you believe they got the wrong person?"

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