Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 305 - 308: Genius Strategist

Flushing, in the office of the website.

Wang Jian looked at the documents Jeff Bush had given him and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he let out a heavy sigh.

"You all know it, including the American public, the whole world hates the United States government!"

Actually, the plan was simple. It was nothing more than cementing Wang Jian’s image as a victim of bullying and using the United States government to boost his own reputation.

The specific step was to have either the Senate or the House of Representatives pass a legislative proposal on "network literature restrictions."

By then, the media, already having tasted the sweetness of controversy, would scramble to report on the news.

At that moment, the Governor of Texas would publicly express opposition to the bill and criticize the Democrat Party members who proposed it.

In this way, he would not only stoke mutual hype with Wang Jian, but also create an "innovator" image for Silicon Valley and the public.

Regarding Wang Jian’s concern that the Viacom Group might take advantage and get the Democrat Party to fully push for the proposal’s passage, the Governor of Texas had also made corresponding promises.

Of the nine justices in the United States Supreme Court, five were Republicans.

And of the remaining four Democrat justices, two had personal ties to the Bush family.

With the "unconstitutionality" brake in place, the more oppressed Wang Jian was, the better.

When the news reached its climax, the Bush family and Goldman Sachs would arrange for Wang Jian to make a trip to the Vatican.

By then, he would, with the persona of an author oppressed by the world’s most powerful government, communicate with the other party.

He would then use the Church’s scandals in exchange for their silence on the style of works on the website.

Wang Jian thought it over and felt that there was no problem with the plan itself.

The problem was with the eldest son of the former President...

He took a sip of coffee, picked up the other party’s resume, and muttered, "This Governor, really can’t be trusted!"

It wasn’t surprising that Wang Jian was worried—the resume was just too dazzling.

Before Little Bush began his political career, he had a stint in business.

At that time, he used his family connections to break into the highly profitable oil sector.

Due to certain special factors, this oil company and the Rockefeller-controlled Standard Oil together secured the oil extraction and transportation rights in Iran.

Meaning, these were the only two companies in the world that could legally extract oil profits from that sanctioned country.

Yet despite Standard Oil earning massive profits, the Governor’s company managed to incur losses!

Not the sort of losses that appear on a financial statement to deceive investors, but losses so severe they almost bankrupted one of the shareholders, a former United States Secretary of Energy!

"Shit! How did he manage that?" Wang Jian cursed quietly, shaking his head in disbelief, "Even a pig wouldn’t mess up that badly, would it?"

Luckily, this "genius" businessman, who entered the energy market with 2 million US dollars and exited with negative 200 thousand, had a rather smooth political career.

When Little Bush campaigned for Governor of Texas, he even managed to turn a seasoned Democrat Party member into a Republican.

Wang Jian pondered and realized that he indeed didn’t have a particularly good method of dealing with the Catholic Church.

"Forget it..." He tossed the resume aside and took a deep breath, "If worse comes to worst, I’ll stop writing and go home to be a content billionaire."

"No matter what, it’s better than constantly worrying about extreme religious fanatics coming after me with a gun."

"Lincoln and Kennedy could be assassinated, so even if Black Water’s security is strong, it doesn’t have systemic support, does it?"

He opened a drawer and took out the phone number Jeff Bush had given him.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Jian’s fingers pressed the phone keys.

"Hello, this is Wang Jian. May I speak with the Governor of Texas’s office?"

...

At the same time, in an office in Maine.

Like any other day, the senator eagerly stared at the phone on his desk.

This had started since Prince Charles announced his support for Wang Jian and Mr. Wood from Viacom Group went missing.

After that, this politician, blinded by greed and hearing only "Asian, author," decided to look up Wang Jian’s background.

But once he got hold of the information, he was taken aback.

Not to mention the globally renowned Goldman Sachs standing behind him, even just the Asian author alone was not someone he could provoke.

This author had even caused several large-scale rallies?

More importantly, he was the actual controller of an internet enterprise worth hundreds of millions.

And his literary website, with even more users and valuation, was a rare profit-making internet enterprise.

Alright, being Asian in America is indeed third-class citizenship.

But with the glow of vast wealth, race and skin color don’t really matter!

"So, this is Viacom Group attempting a capital gamble with him?"

Only at this moment did the congressman feel regret.

"I’m just a Democrat congressman in a Republican ’stronghold,’ far from Los Angeles and New York!"

Putting himself in the other’s shoes, he thought a billionaire could have many ways to end his political career.

Like giving a significant political donation to the Democrat Party leaders, or simply throwing out a few million dollars to support his opponents.

"Once the bill is retracted, I must visit this entrepreneur." The congressman muttered to himself, planning for the future.

"A writer must possess traditional virtues, he certainly won’t hold a grudge against a small fry like me."

At that moment, his assistant’s voice came through the intercom.

"Congressman, a call from the House of Representatives in Washington."

"Your bill has reached a conclusion."

Finally...

The congressman sighed with relief, feeling the tension that had been tight throughout his body finally relax.

"Put through the call," he instructed into the intercom.

"This is the audit office of the House of Representatives. I’m informing you that your proposal has been approved for review and will soon enter the voting stage."

"We hope you can come to Washington soon to present your proposal in person."

Approved, going to Washington?

The congressman paused for a second, then quickly turned off the speakerphone and picked up the receiver.

"But I’ve already submitted a request for withdrawal!"

"And isn’t the minimum requirement for a proposal to be accepted the signed support of two congressmen?"

"Yes," the other side responded in a cold voice, "two congressmen’s support is required."

"Your proposal meets the standards."

What?! The congressman’s hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

"Who, who is it?"

"It’s Congresswoman Rice from Colorado."

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