Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 310 - 313: Getting Beaten Up

New York, inside the ABC studios.

After a period of popularity, the "Anomalies and Creatures" project had finally reached the filming of the last episode of the first season.

"When the main characters arrive at the sea demon’s homeland, there must be a long shot effect from the camera!" the big director Michael Bay instructed the technical team.

"That kind of desolation of underwater buildings that have no inhabitants anymore. Just refer to the white areas of South Africa after the exodus!"

To be honest, as a rising Hollywood director, he had taken on this project intending to make some extra cash.

After all, he was free anyway, and the compensation ABC was offering was quite tempting.

But after the House of Representatives passed that bill, and the original novel won the Hugo Award,

The TV show’s ratings had already comfortably settled into second place for the year, far ahead of all other shows except "Friends."

"Even winning the Nobel Prize in Literature doesn’t have this effect!" Michael Bay murmured to himself, "This year’s Hugo must be the most followed by the American public, right?"

Regardless, he wanted to seize this opportunity.

He intended to use this literature award-winning work to prove that he was not only adept at filming explosions and wars, but also capable of capturing subtle emotional scenes.

"But Mr. Michael Bay..." the technician said timidly, "According to the original plan, this part was supposed to be briefly explained."

"I don’t care about any original plans, change it to meet my demands now!" the tyrant on set showed his authority for the first time and asked sternly, "Any other issues?"

"Uh..." the other party looked at the director and mumbled, "There’s no issue technically, it’s just that the budget is a bit tight."

Budget?

Michael Bay rubbed his slightly messy hair, also feeling a sense of helplessness.

This type of portrayal, observing the obliteration of a new civilization through the protagonist’s eyes, was very rare.

That feeling of helplessness and sadness in the face of the doomsday of an intelligent species was something that transcended race and education level, reaching directly into the soul.

But the problem was, this scene was just too big, and the funds required were far more than the tens of thousands of US Dollars in the budget!

After pondering for a moment, he made a call to James, the ABC project manager.

"Mr. James, I need your support."

"I know, this is already the highest budget TV show in the United States."

"I can use one-third of my fee directly for the production of the last episode!"

"Yes, I’m confident!" Michael Bay said into the phone.

"As long as the promotion can keep up, this show can break the viewing record for the first season held by ’Friends’!"

After a series of assurances, the big director finally showed a satisfied expression on his face.

"Alright, let’s prepare to shoot!" he shouted to the crew, energized, "The last episode must fully recreate all the descriptions from the novel!"

"The Sea Demon Spiritual Collective facing the siege of their eldest child, needs to capture the feeling of ’All Quiet on the Western Front’!"

...

At the same time, in an office in Flushing.

Wang Jian had just hung up the phone, looking very displeased.

From the time the House of Representatives passed the bill, the Princess Diana, British Royal Family, Writers Association, Hugo Award Committee, and others had all been expressing their views to the media.

They were definitely dissatisfied with the United States government.

But in a way, these organizations and individuals had objectively achieved the feat of riding the hype and boosting their presence.

On this point, Wang Jian shouldn’t harbor any dissatisfaction.

After all, with everyone piggybacking off each other, public attention naturally rose.

But while others received widespread public acclaim for those remarks, his own website was still in a state of shutdown.

The daily loss of money could almost be calculated in units of hundreds of thousands of US Dollars!

"Isn’t this just the whole world showing off, while I’m the only tm getting beaten up?"

Wang Jian sipped his coffee, allowing the bitterness to spread in his mouth.

"That Governor of Texas, still talking about waiting for some opportunity!"

"Why don’t you just streak in front of the Congress Building; would there be no media to pay attention to you?"

And then there was that former journalist named Woodward, who couldn’t even rightfully stop or delay the marches.

With this level of competence, he still shamelessly claimed every day that he had brought down former President Nixon?

"We journalists are mainly about stirring up social hotspots, causing public dissatisfaction..."

"As for calming things down, dealing with mass incidents, that’s the police department’s job. Those sorts of things, I’m really not good at!"

Wang Jian thought of the other party’s words and felt an itch in his teeth.

Fuck, he couldn’t possibly call the police and have his fans thrown into a federal prison, right?

Even more infuriating were the nerd group led by Larry Elson and Wozniak!

Didn’t they see on Twitter, people already claiming they canceled their plane tickets to Atlanta for the Olympics, planning to reschedule for Washington?

"Are you planning to organize a one-day tour group to Washington?"

Just a moment ago, James from ABC also came to meddle.

He actually suggested that Wang Jian participate in a highly rated political talk show to boost the final ratings of "Anomalies"!

"Fuck! What does it matter to me whether that TV show breaks records or not?"

Wang Jian muttered to himself as he rummaged through the drawers for the contract he had signed with ABC.

After a moment, he couldn’t help wanting to slap himself twice!

"For a few million dollars, I sold myself and still have to cooperate with promotion?"

The key issue was that now, almost no public figure was willing to participate in a scripted exchange with him.

Even the news commentators who attract attention with various bottomless perspectives didn’t want to appear on camera.

So, ABC ended up contacting Donald, a flamboyant real estate mogul known for having a big mouth, as the opposition?

Wang Jian felt that debating with the man would be somewhat humiliating.

"Although we are both billionaires, my character is far more noble than his, isn’t it?"

He murmured to himself while reviewing the sharply dressed gentleman’s public statements.

As Wang Jian considered how to act pitiful in the debate with the other person, rather than going up and slapping the old gentleman twice,

his cell phone suddenly rang.

Wang Jian picked up the phone and heard the voice of the Governor of Texas come through.

"Wang, don’t worry, I’ve already chosen an appropriate target."

"The person is eager to appear in public, to share his vulgar views."

"This way it won’t seem contrived and cause public suspicion. And based on his frequency of appearances, we shouldn’t have to wait long."

"Who is it?"

Wang Jian asked curiously, to determine whether he should go to Hillary for a backstab.

"Uh... your New York real estate mogul, Donald." Little Bush replied.

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