Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 291 - 296 Royal Family Support

"Wang!"

At the New York International Airport, Tom stood in front of Terminal One, waving his arms.

"Why are you here?" Wang Jian handed his luggage to an attendant, asking with a look of confusion.

The website had already set up a dedicated reception department; there was no need for Tom, a high executive, to do this himself.

Besides...

He frowned, glancing at Lehman standing next to Tom.

How could this Wall Street elite have time to pick him up?

Shouldn’t he be busy with business deals worth tens or hundreds of millions of US Dollars per second?

"Uh..." Lehman glanced at Sarah, hesitating slightly in his expression.

"Wang, I’ll head back to the apartment first." Sarah waved goodbye with a smile, "This study trip has been very rewarding for me."

"Just wait and see my ’Women’s Prison.’"

"Okay." Wang Jian smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

He didn’t want Sarah to become too exposed to things too nakedly transactional.

"Miss Sarah," Lehman gestured to his driver dressed in black, "let my driver take you back to your apartment."

To his knowledge, this woman had a complex relationship with Wang, and it was best not to offend her if possible.

"Sure!" Sarah nodded and waved casually.

As if the luxury car she was about to ride in was nothing more than an ordinary taxi.

Watching Sarah leave, Wang Jian casually asked, "So, what’s going on?"

"Nothing much," Lehman said with a smile, "The website’s books have achieved publication in Europe."

"As a result, I, who was in charge of this project, am likely getting promoted again."

"So, my father would like to invite you over to our house."

Saying this, he shrugged his shoulders, "In his eyes, you are the genius. And my efforts, it seems, are not even worth one US Dollar."

"Congratulations!" Wang Jian patted Lehman’s shoulder dismissively.

His mind began to recall the rumors collected about Lehman’s father.

In ’91, as a senior partner at Goldman Sachs, he became the investment advisor to the British Royal Family.

In ’92, he invested a sum of money in the Quantum Fund to target the British pound.

As to whether it was the same sum of money, only the parties involved would know.

For a character so legendary, Wang Jian was indeed eager to meet him.

"When?" he asked with a smile.

"Now," Lehman answered.

Hmm?

Wang Jian lowered his head, realizing his clothes had picked up a scent from the long travel.

"No problem," Lehman smiled, "In our industry, working for days without sleep is nothing unusual."

Alright then...

Wang Jian shrugged and got into the car with them.

"Actually, the environments of the Upper East Side and the Upper West Side are quite similar," Tom said quietly in the car.

"Heh," Lehman replied with an inviting gesture, "It’s a lot more boring though, since Madonna isn’t here."

"Mr. Wang," an elderly white man appeared before them, smiling graciously.

Wow, Wang Jian was indeed very interested in this level of "Wall Street elite."

However, after some pleasantries in the living room, someone suddenly walked in.

"Let me introduce you," Old Lehman said, standing up with a smile.

"This is the well-known bestselling author and technology elite, Mr. Wang Jian."

"And this is..."

"There’s no need for introductions..." Wang Jian glanced at Lehman and extended his hand directly.

"Your Highness Prince Charles, it’s an honor to meet you."

"Mr. Wang," Charles explained with a smile, "Please don’t misunderstand."

"The invitation came from Mr. Lehman to avoid media attention."

"Moreover, with my status, going directly to Flushing to meet you would be too sensitive."

You know that, huh?

Wang Jian muttered to himself, "What does it mean for me, a biographer of Princess Diana, to have a private meeting with Prince Charles?"

Prince Charles, full of poise, took a seat, "Mr. Wang, do you have any creative thoughts about my wife’s biography?"

Hearing this, Wang Jian’s brows raised, thinking, "What, want to influence my writing now?"

Not to mention this is the United States, not under the management of Great Britain.

Even in England, the Royal Family couldn’t control what a writer writes, right?

"Don’t misunderstand, I’m just curiously asking," Charles said with a slight smile.

"I’m also a loyal reader of your works; I’m just curious how Mr. Wang would write it."

"By the way, what do those traditional publishing houses think of your unconventional writing technique?"

"Simon & Schuster Publishing House is considered an authority on biographical novels, right?"

Hearing this, Wang Jian frowned.

He looked up at Charles and noticed a weird expression on his face.

"Heh," Old Lehman stood up laughing and started to leave the room with Lehman.

"Today is the Olympic soccer match, and I love watching the US team."

Damn soccer and the US team!

Wang Jian made a gesture to Tom.

"Oh, me too," Tom got up and followed, "The star of the US team is Robert Baggio, right?"

After everyone else had left the living room, Charles smiled lightly.

"Mr. Wang, did you know that Mr. Redstone of Viacom Group once spoke with my mother over the phone?"

...

Meanwhile, in an office of a state representative in Maine.

A public relations expert from Washington was diligently persuading a Democrat politician.

"Representative sir, we are called the New England Region because of the substantial British influence here."

"And since Maine is a Republican stronghold, you’ll have to give it your all to ensure you don’t lose in the next election."

"So why can’t you propose this bill to gain Viacom Group’s support?"

"Limiting online literature?" The representative furrowed his brow and threw the document on the table, "Shouldn’t such a proposal come from the conservative Republican Party?"

"Indeed," the public relations person spoke frankly, "But it can help gather votes, can’t it?"

"Viacom Group will focus on reporting the harms of online literature, thereby minimizing the impact on Democrat voters."

"And by proposing this bill at the right time, you could appeal to centrist Republican voters."

"The most crucial point is," the public relations person smiled confidently, "after you propose this bill, the British Royal Family will issue a statement supporting you."

"With that, you can gain the support of many voters."

"If you can succeed in a Republican state with a surprise win, then your status within the party..."

"No!" The representative interrupted, "The British Royal Family would really issue a statement of support?"

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