Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 266 - 271 Connect Together

Wang Jian was looking over the final version of the contract with Time Warner while checking out the Twitter trending topics on his computer screen.

"’I’m Too Rich’ is getting a film adaptation? Who’s going to play the female lead?"

"I really want to see it, but given the content of the book, it’s probably going to be PG-16. I’m not old enough, what a pity!"

"Come on! Haven’t you ever bought beer? Can’t you use a fake ID?"

"Let me tell you, watching ’Basic Instinct’ on the big screen is completely different from renting a video tape!"

Do these readers’ focus points seem a bit weird?

Wang Jian sipped his coffee and gently shook his head.

"With readers so passionate, it makes me not want to finish the story."

"Wang," Tom burst into the room excitedly.

"The Writers Association has issued a statement opposing baseless plagiarism accusations."

"The key point is that Science Fiction Writers, Horror and Mystery Writers Association, and others have all co-signed it!"

Hmm?

Wang Jian looked over the document and saw that except for the aloof Academic Writers Association and the despised Real-Life Writers Association, the names of all other category associations appeared on the document.

"Is it reflected on the website?"

"Of course," Tom pulled out a data report, "Although not well-known, we’ve still got a few physical book writers to join us!"

So, does this mean that not only top writers are attracted to the adaptation rights, but it also impacts ordinary writers’ perceptions?

Wang Jian pondered for a moment, called his lawyer Matthew to discuss things while he thought about the outline, ready to finish "I’m Too Rich" as soon as possible.

"After all, only by finishing the novel can we move on to adapt the screenplay and start the preliminary planning." He sighed, "I must keep this hype going."

Afterward, Wang Jian shifted his keyboard and continued typing.

This novel, considered by outsiders to be a self-portrait of his life, was finally coming to an end.

...

Meanwhile, Sarah was also reading "I’m Too Rich."

She wanted to see how her little brother described their past lives.

The protagonist, after dealing with an issue involving an African woman, had gained some insight.

Since he had to brainstorm ways to spend money, why not help the people around him?

So, he first bought a vineyard and let his foster father, Frank, become the wine taster.

Well, this drunkard didn’t really believe it.

"Whatever!" Frank looked at the vineyard and strode in, "Even homeless people cry when they see me; what could you possibly take from me?"

"I can’t stand it! Having to taste so many types of wine every day, I don’t have any sober time!" A young wine taster yelled, running out of the tasting room.

"Jeez, no spirit of enduring hardship at all!" Frank scoffed, "Back in the day, I risked getting shot at for liquor money, sleeping with a cop’s wife!"

"How’s Frank doing?" the protagonist asked the person in charge of the vineyard.

"I’ve never seen someone as dedicated as him."

"Although he’s older, he can still achieve something."

At this point, Sarah burst into laughter.

If he loved drinking, then let him drink for a lifetime.

Isn’t this just like her foster parents?

After popping pills, they loved to beat the kids; well, let them keep popping pills in a hospital until they die!

As for the older brother, he’s truly a genius.

After the protagonist paid for an application form with money, he got the opportunity to attend college.

"Initially, I tolerated his bad temper because of the sponsorship," a mentor told a colleague. "But now, his learning capability totally makes it worthwhile."

"My other brother Ryan wants to join the military, but he’s gay..." the protagonist rubbed his forehead, complaining to the lawyer.

"Uh... although the principle in the US Army is ’don’t ask, don’t tell,’ there are still ways around it," the lawyer thought for a moment and looked at Carl.

"As long as you pull some strings, there’s a special squad in the Seals."

"Ryan sent a letter," his sister yelled, waving the envelope, "He’s doing great in the military and even got a boyfriend!"

So, the first one in our family to have a steady partner is a man with a boyfriend?

"So, what’s your dream?" the protagonist casually asked his sister.

"I want to have kids, right now!"

Huh?

The protagonist rubbed his head in frustration, "What kind of monsters are in this family? A young girl not dreaming about handsome guys or dating, but wanting to be a single mother?"

"I can’t possibly buy her a child with money, can I?"

"Why do you want to have kids?" the protagonist asked, puzzled.

"Only children really listen to me seriously, and I enjoy telling them stories," his sister answered.

Carl thought of the African woman for a moment, "Then why don’t you write some stories, and sell them specifically to children?"

"Children’s writer?" his sister looked at Carl skeptically, "Will anyone publish or buy it?"

Money’s no object!

Wang Jian nodded seriously at his second sister.

Hmm?

Sarah frowned prettily, "So, I’m that dragging second sister?"

"Who would have thought that our family would produce a writer who could actually sell ten thousand copies of a book," Fiona, the eldest sister, sighed at Wang Jian.

Hmm, over nine thousand of those are still in my rented warehouse!

"Big sister, what’s your wish?"

"My only wish is for you all to grow up safely and not become like Frank used to be..." Fiona stood by the window, her gaze drifting into the distance.

Is that why you keep such a tight watch on me that I don’t even have time to spend money?

Sarah took a sip of her coffee at this point.

"I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I feel like their interactions are a bit flirty..."

She shook her head and continued to look at the screen.

"There’s still so much money, how can I spend it all to get the $1 billion inheritance?" Wang Jian looked dejectedly at his ever-present big sister and scratched his head.

Right!

Writer!

Second sister’s novels have caused me a small fortune!

Carl picked up a pen and started writing without further ado.

After all, it wasn’t about making a bestseller; any writing would do!

"I got transported to Otherworld, then eating food made me stronger..."

What should I eat?

Carl thought about it and decided to use his favorite snack, corn rolls!

Little did he know that this nonsensical novel actually made a profit!

Sarah chuckled gleefully as she watched the screen.

At that moment, a fan named Jack Dorsey approached.

"Mr. Carl, your work is fantastic, but the publication volume is too low. Maybe increase it?"

"Not interested!" Carl shook his head, still contemplating his plans to lose money.

"Or perhaps..." Jack Dorsey felt very embarrassed, "we could put this novel online?"

"Just setting up a website requires spending money..."

Spending money?

Wang Jian’s eyes lit up at this.

"To reach more readers, it’s worth spending a bit of money!" Carl said earnestly.

"How much would it cost to set up a website?"

"The best one would be around five million US dollars," Dorsey’s eyes sparkled before he quickly added, "A barely acceptable one could be made with just a hundred thousand US dollars." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"How can we provide readers with a poor experience?" Carl calculated the amount he needed to spend, which would be roughly five million US dollars.

"I really trust you!" Carl patted his shoulder, "Take these five million dollars and set up the website!"

Jack Dorsey, holding the check, felt deeply moved.

"With such trust, I must do a good job!"

"Hmm, to spread it faster, let’s attach the twitter I’ve been working on to the website!"

On the last day for the inheritance, two lawyers walked into the apartment.

"Mr. Carl, after verification, you now qualify to inherit one billion dollars."

"One billion dollars?" Fiona looked at the check, then turned towards Carl.

"So, all these changes in our family were because of you?"

Uh...

As Fiona glared at him with a beautiful stare, Carl quickly dismissed the lawyers.

"Fiona, hear me out, I didn’t mean for it, don’t be mad!"

Fiona stared at this younger brother staying at her house, her eyes beginning to show amusement.

"How could I be mad?"

She opened her arms and kissed Carl, "I can’t thank you enough!"

Hmm?

Carl felt the warm lips and was momentarily stunned.

Just then, his phone rang.

"Mr. Carl, we’ve succeeded!"

"Twitter has met the standards for an IPO, it’s going public!"

"Heh," Sarah pursed her lips in a smile, "This really does feel like a self-portrait..."

"But..." She touched her slightly blushed cheek, "maybe, I need to take the initiative too?"

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