Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 319 - 322 Two Incoming Calls

"Sigh, who knows what it has turned into."

Inside a villa on the Upper West Side, Wang Jian changed into formal attire, ready to head to his office in Flushing.

Yesterday was the day that Larry Elson and others organized the rally.

Having seen those sincere messages from book fans on Twitter, he couldn’t bear to follow this news.

After all, he was about to question President Clinton, the current Great Commander with super high approval ratings, loudly at a rally primarily attended by Democrat Party supporters.

Then, the likelihood of these book fans getting into some physical confrontations with the opposition was high.

The most critical issue was that, in a sense, what these book fans were doing was, frankly, a futile effort.

He had already acquired the qualifications to negotiate with the Vatican, now it was just a matter of time.

"Indeed, as Woodward said, it’s easy to stir up trouble but hard to control it."

Wang Jian sat in the car, his eyes looking through the window, "Sigh, what a colossal waste of human resources!"

When he arrived at the office building as expected, he saw a large crowd of reporters.

Wang Jian rubbed his face, putting on a sorrowful expression, and slowly got out of the car.

"Mr. Wang, I’m from the New York Times, may I ask..."

"I’m from the Washington Post."

"Los Angeles Herald..."

"Please, everyone, calm down. Let’s do the interviews one by one," said the increasingly experienced security start to maintain order at the scene.

Wang Jian struggled to keep his expression from collapsing and randomly pointed at one person.

"Mr. Wang, hello. I’m from the Chicago Tribune," the reporter introduced himself first.

"What do you think about the entire crowd chanting your name at Mr. Clinton’s campaign rally?"

"I have always opposed violence," Wang Jian opened his mouth to give the answer he had thought up in the car.

Wait... the whole crowd chanting?

Does that mean there were no physical conflicts?

He paused for a moment, then quickly corrected himself, "I am very grateful for the affection my book fans have for me."

"If the ban were lifted, I would definitely bring more great works to everyone."

Having said that, Wang Jian ignored the other reporters’ questions and hurried upstairs.

What the hell?

Do I really have such a big influence now?

All the participants at the Democrat Party presidential campaign rally have been turned into book fans?

Wang Jian sat in his office chair and immediately turned on the TV.

It was as the reporter said; the entire crowd was chanting his name.

And... they were all wearing uniforms supplied by Oracle.

Wang Jian watched carefully through the TV.

Then he noticed familiar faces he had seen during streaking incidents... also appearing on camera.

Wang Jian thought for a moment and then logged onto Twitter on his computer.

"I was stopped yesterday just because I carried a small knife. Friends, did you get in?"

"We got in, the Oracle invitation worked wonders."

"Most should have gotten in, right? Anyway, several of us got in very smoothly."

This...

Wang Jian looked at Twitter again and then at the TV.

So, at yesterday’s rally, did the President actually address his own book fans while discussing his political ideals?

This is nuts!

No matter how Larry Elson managed it, this kind of event was just too bizarre.

Wang Jian switched between several TV stations and finally couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"Mr. Clinton, You could actually share some short stories."

At that moment, Tom hurried into the office.

"Wang, the White House presidential office."

Wang Jian paused for a second, perplexed, and took the phone.

"Mr. Wang, I am a clerk in the presidential office, Lewinsky," a crisp female voice sounded.

"The President would like to invite you to visit the White House, Mr. Wang, do you have time?"

"Please rest assured, whether or not you accept the invitation will not affect Mr. Clinton’s public support for you and his push for the Senate to reject the proposal as soon as possible."

A presidential invitation?

Wang Jian looked at the TV, "Wouldn’t this be awkward?"

"Sorry, I need to think it over," he declined tactfully.

"Of course, that is your right."

But just as Wang Jian had hung up, the phone rang again.

"Wang, it’s Diana."

"Hillary is our friend and has a high appeal among women in Europe."

But she didn’t hesitate at all when selling herself out, did she?

Wang Jian was about to speak.

When Diana continued, "Of course, I also understand your predicament."

"Hillary does not expect you to really go to Washington."

"She just hopes to announce the news of the President’s invitation to you through the media to the public."

...

At the same time, backstage at the Broadway Metropolitan Theater.

Having just reviewed another opera, Roger Ebert was preparing to rest in the VIP room.

"Sigh, like Stephen King, Wang only appeared once after watching an opera."

He took a cup of coffee and turned on the TV.

"This kind of focus might just be what top-selling authors need, right?"

However, the voice from the TV interrupted his thoughts.

"Protect freedom of speech, defend the right of writers to create independently!"

Hmm?

Writers?

The former author Roger turned his head to look at the TV.

"I just want to grow up and seek civilization, what’s wrong with that!"

That phrase...

Roger took a sip of coffee, "Sounds strangely familiar."

Then a Chinese name came up on the TV, Wang Jian.

He pressed his temple and immediately laughed.

"It’s ’Anomalies’ then."

"I must say, this line is very moving in the right context."

But then Roger noticed that the voices on the TV were getting louder, and the number of participants was increasing.

After a long shot of the crowd, there finally appeared a focused shot.

"The incumbent President, Clinton?"

Roger paused for a moment and grabbed the remote to switch channels.

He found that all networks except NBC were replaying that scene.

ABC was even helpfully commenting, "To protest the bill passed by the House of Representatives, a large number of book fans use quotes from ’Anomalies’ to protest against the President!"

Roger Ebert put down his coffee and lightly tapped his fingers.

Teacher, author, ABC...

"Since ’Friends’ thinks that the Emmy Awards are definitely theirs, refusing to spend more on public relations,"

then... it’s time to teach them a lesson.

He took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts.

"Hello, ABC network? This is Roger Ebert."

"Can you please put me in touch with the person in charge of Anomalies?"

A few minutes later, Roger smiled and said, "Is this Mr. James?"

"I wonder, is ABC interested in the Emmy Awards?"

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