Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 268 - 273 Sofia

"Mr. Wang, may I ask if the news about adapting the autobiographical novel ’I’m Too Rich’ into a film or TV series is true?"

"Is it a coincidence that ’Jerry Maguire’, which was developed around the same time, has the same budget?"

"Do you think your fame exceeds that of legendary sports agent Lee Steinberg?"

While selectively answering the reporters’ questions, Wang Jian couldn’t help but lament that compared to Hollywood, the attention given to TV dramas was just child’s play.

"I have great respect for Mr. Lee Steinberg, but an autobiographical novel should have nothing to do with fame."

"In the United States, doesn’t everyone have the right to publish their own autobiography?"

The reporter, seeing Wang Jian respond to his question, immediately posed another.

"But ’I’m Too Rich’ is about success through inheritance, and you haven’t had that experience in your life. Does that still count as an autobiography?"

Hmm?

Wang Jian frowned, looking at the reporter’s badge and realizing that this person was from the Los Angeles Post, with whom he had a bit of a feud.

Shit, here it goes again, getting restless. Looks like it’s time to stir up some trouble with this newspaper again.

"Everyone knows I’ve never attended school, and that my becoming an author is purely due to talent. I suppose that could be considered an inheritance, right?"

Once he had finally escaped the reporters’ relentless pursuit and sat in his car, Wang Jian let out a long sigh of relief.

From the moment ’I’m Too Rich’ was announced, his phone had been ringing nonstop.

This included calls from actors and agents who had somehow obtained his contact information and whom he did not know well.

There were also calls from people like Miller, with whom he had some connection.

Wang Jian thought about Naomi Watts’s suggestion that she and Vera Farmiga would visit his villa dressed in their costumes.

"Though the proposal is tempting," he shook his head and turned off his phone, "it’s somewhat inappropriate."

As ’Anomalies’ dominated the Saturday slot and NBC’s report, Naomi Watts’s popularity on television was only second to Jennifer Aniston and Courteney Cox.

She and Miller had already been labeled "web favorites" by ABC insiders.

"At a critical time like this, we can’t let authors think the internet is just another Hollywood patron. So, we must maintain some ’distance’."

Unfortunately, the allure of the two ladies in uniform could only become the less noticed Vera Farmiga’s "Catch the Bug" game.

Wang Jian licked his lips, reminding himself, "Can’t get too wild, I have to go to Los Angeles tomorrow."

Yet, upon returning to his Upper West Side villa, he received an invitation handed to him by his maid.

"Mr. Wang, the community chairperson Woody Allen has extended an invitation," the maid said respectfully, "to celebrate Scarlett Johansson’s return from filming."

"His maid specifically emphasized that Scarlett Johansson is a fan of your books and hopes you can attend."

Community... party?

Wang Jian held the invitation, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

Although Upper West Side was mostly inhabited by artistic people, because of the disdain hierarchy from classical to pop and from arts to business, everyone’s connections weren’t really close.

Could it be that Scarlett Johanson is indeed a prodigious talent who is destined to break the child star curse and become a major star, so the great director Woody Allen is nurturing her now?

He thought about it and figured it was just about signing an autograph and listening to a few flattering words, so he nodded in agreement.

"Woody Allen?" Vera Farmiga exclaimed, "The famous director?"

"Come on!" Wang Jian tugged at her tail in the bedroom, "The star of the party is Scarlett Johansson, we’re just supporting roles."

"That’s still something to be excited about!" Vera jumped onto the bed, unable to contain her excitement. "Woody Allen and Eastwood are on par with the four great directors of Hollywood."

"Wang, take me with you..." she pleaded coyly, already forgetting the jealousy over "Naomi might be possible, but you’re not famous enough."

All right, thank heavens they hadn’t exercised yet, and Wang Jian was still under the influence of hormones.

He looked at this charming lady and carelessly nodded.

After all, it wasn’t a big deal.

"Yay!" Vera kissed his cheek briefly and quickly changed back into the relatively normal clothes she had worn earlier.

"This is New York’s elite artistic circle!" Vera, clutching Wang Jian’s arm, expressed nervously.

"Was that old man just now the conductor of the New York Philharmonic?"

"Um..." Wang Jian responded quietly, then started exchanging pleasantries with a well-known painter.

Thanks to his status as an author, he was even more popular than the famous singer Freddie Mercury.

However, due to the professional barriers, Wang Jian still felt quite awkward.

"These people are really pretentious," he complained in a low voice, loosening his tie.

But Vera Farmiga was just staring in one direction, muttering to herself, "She’s only twelve years old and already gaining the kind of attention many actors dream of?"

Wang Jian followed her gaze and saw the star of the party, the well-known child star Scarlett Johansson.

However...

He looked at the other person’s figure, then looked at Vera.

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Scarlett Johnson also noticed Wang Jian and walked over with a smile.

"Mr. Wang, I’m a fan of your book, could you give me an autograph?"

"Of course." Wang Jian nodded and then morphed into a relentless autograph signing machine.

But...

This copy of "Arcane Throne" looked so new, it didn’t seem like it had been read at all!

Scarlett Johnson noticed this detail too and turned to look at the people gathered.

Once she realized no one was paying attention to her, her expression immediately darkened.

"No need to doubt it, I’ve never read it—it’s just a facade today."

"Having to act even in real life feels really awful!"

"You’re the star today," Scarlett said earnestly, "and so is that lady over there."

Me?

Wang Jian was slightly confused and looked up, only to see pop diva Madonna.

What?

Surely this icon isn’t trying to collect me of all people!

While I do like older women, they’re only in the 20-30 age range, and definitely not this "like a virgin" lady!

"You’re mistaken, it’s the one next to her!" Scarlett Johnson chuckled upon seeing Wang Jian’s expression.

However, Madonna, on the other side of the room, had also noticed the crowd here.

"Mr. Wang, hello," Madonna extended her right hand.

Regardless of anything, everyone was a public figure and ought to maintain some dignity.

Wang Jian reached out and shook her hand, ignoring the scratching she did in the palm of his hand.

"You’ve already met my sister Scarlett Johnson," Madonna said, patting the young girl’s shoulder, "now you should meet my other sister."

She pointed behind her, "Sofia Coppola."

Then Woody Allen, the host of the banquet, finally made his appearance.

"Mr. Wang, I heard you bought a painting at an art exhibition once, so you must be an art enthusiast," he pointed at Sofia Coppola.

"My niece here is also quite knowledgeable about painting, why not come see my collection?"

Damn art enthusiasts!

But out of politeness, he nodded and agreed.

The great director, Woody Allen!

Vera’s palms trembled slightly as she looked at the middle-aged man.

After this, she could really brag about it with Naomi Watts!

She walked two steps with Wang Jian and then saw Madonna and Scarlett standing still behind her.

Hmm?

Vera hesitated but then spoke, "Wang, I’m not interested in painting, so I’m not going with you."

Wang Jian was a bit puzzled but didn’t say much, and followed the host towards the collection room.

"Ha, smart choice," Madonna raised her glass and smiled at Vera, "unless you can influence the interests of many like your companion, you’d only annoy the big shots."

"Or," Scarlett pouted, disgruntled, "have a good father like Sofia!"

Wang Jian shared the same sentiment.

As soon as he entered the collection room, he saw the famous directors Eastwood, George Lucas, and Francis Coppola.

"Mr. Wang, my daughter Sofia has always dreamed of being a director but lacks a suitable script."

So, this lady is eyeing "I’m Too Rich"?

"Ha, Wang, you’re here too?" At that moment, a familiar voice called out.

"Princess Diana?" Wang Jian was a bit surprised.

Then he saw Diana grabbing Sofia Coppola’s hand and saying, "Your autobiography was quite good."

"Would you be interested in helping me write one too?"

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