Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 367 - 350 God’s Whip

"Actually, this New Year’s and Christmas movie promotion battle hides very complex stories behind it."

"Such as the self-validation of top wealthy heirs and the return of Hollywood superstars, and so on."

"Even large media conglomerates hope to showcase their profitability to investors through box office revenues,"

"preparing for financing in light of upcoming ’Media Restriction’ legislation."

"The first two matters didn’t much concern Wang Jian, as he had little interest in them."

"The latter, however, could very well block the path to adapting the website, making it a matter of interest."

"But, given Wang Jian’s current level, he wasn’t quite in the position to grasp the dynamics that could change the media industry’s landscape or even the future political direction of the United States."

"He just knew that the promo for ’Mission: Impossible’ he had just watched gave him some inspiration and solved the problem with his writing."

"Thank you," Wang Jian said with a smile, speaking to the handsome Tom Cruise on TV.

But Chris heard something different in those words.

She instantly thought of a literary anecdote from community college.

"Mr. Hemingway, in search of inspiration, would engage in endless liaisons with his numerous lovers."

Chris pondered for a moment, answering softly, "As long as it helps you..."

Huh?

Wang Jian looked at his new secretary with bewilderment, managing to grasp what she was implying, using his novelist’s imagination.

"So it’s true what the children’s protection organization reports, that foster children often have issues with self-esteem and violent tendencies..."

It was fortunate that his own memories on that subject were rather vague.

He made an effort to appear touched, kissed Chris on the forehead, and then indicated that he was going to continue writing.

Watching her nod obediently and leave the office on tiptoe, Wang Jian’s expression was somewhat twisted.

Even by his current shameless standards, to have such a conversation with a woman after being intimate was... truly bizarre!

"Indeed, my own bottom line must be far higher than those famous artists!" he sighed lightly, shaking his head resolutely.

He then picked up the outline for "King Arthur" and focused his attention once more.

Unlike the original, this adapted novel was mainly targeted at European and American readers.

Although they might not be so clear on the specific historical events,

they generally knew about the existence of the "Dark Ages."

"If the protagonist uses technological advantages to simply steamroll everything, then the Church would inevitably be defeated."

"But that would not give readers that feeling of something both familiar and historically novel..."

This was exactly what had troubled Wang Jian just before.

Not until he saw the ’Mission: Impossible’ trailer, where Tom Cruise’s first mission fails and the main antagonist changes, did he find great inspiration.

"Introducing a powerful third party so the protagonist can continue to grow while battling alongside the Church..."

So, who was the powerful third party in "King Arthur"?

Of course, it was ’God’s Whip,’ Saladin Ayoubi!

Wang Jian reflected for a moment and then continued to tap away at his keyboard.

"If I can reference Saint Joan, there’s no reason to overlook ’Lion Heart’ King Charles, another Englishman!"

And so...

Arthur, who was busily creating prototypes of tanks in preparation for a potential counterattack from the Church, received an urgent message.

"Prince Arthur," a messenger ran up breathlessly, "a message from the Church."

"The Pope has called upon all nations to lay down their disputes and face the Enemy of Jesus together!"

Hmm?

Hearing this, Arthur was extremely puzzled.

Even though he had harbored a witch, he had not earned the title of "Enemy of Jesus."

"Rest for a bit," the protagonist personally handed over a cup of water, "and then tell me what exactly happened."

"The ’Leprosy King’ has passed away, and Saladin leads an army of a hundred thousand westward."

The messenger quickly caught his breath and said with a voice tinged with tears, "The ’Holy City’ Jerusalem, just yesterday, was completely conquered!"

"The First Crusade has failed!"

At that moment, the representatives of the Church and the France Empire also arrived together.

But this time, they were no longer in a confrontational and accusatory stance.

Instead, they were pleasant and almost seemed to have completely forgotten about the matter of the witch.

"Prince Arthur, the Church and France have come forward and will mediate for the three English royal heirs."

Arthur had originally not wanted to accept mediation, but when he saw that even the witches were shocked by the news, he reconsidered.

"So, if I continue the attack now, will I become the enemy of everyone?"

In his helplessness, Arthur had no choice but to begin five-way negotiations with the other parties.

France and the Church genuinely did not disappoint him; they just required that he must send a certain number of troops.

The numbers of troops sent by the Eldest Prince and the Second Princess could then be calculated in conjunction with the Church and France.

"They can recuperate and continue to grow stronger," Merlin, the chief of staff for King Arthur, complained, "but we can’t!"

"It’s just not fair!"

"It doesn’t matter..." Arthur watched the various designs he recalled from memory and casually smiled.

"As long as these things, the witches, and the prototype are unique to us, their rate of development..."

"Ha ha."

Moreover, his soldiers indeed needed to go through some battle experience.

"Alright," the protagonist summoned the witches and handed them a set of blueprints.

"Our main research target for the next phase is this."

The witches had recently been using their powers to alter steel and gunpowder based on Arthur’s odd ideas.

But...

This thing, they just couldn’t comprehend it at all!

"Prince, what is this?" asked one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, a witch who had a flirtatious relationship with Arthur, in a low voice.

"A specialty of Italy, it’s called," Arthur thought for a moment and then in Old English uttered a made-up word.

"Canned food? Can it explode?" asked the youngest witch, Arthur’s number-one admirer, loudly.

"An Italian creation, how could it have any lethal power!" another witch retorted, "I bet, it must be something to eat!" frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Arthur shrugged, his expression one of innocence.

"Edible? Boring!" the witches, now transformed into war maniacs, expressed their disdain.

"We are heading to the desert this time, and logistics are very important!" Arthur emphasized.

So, while nobles in other countries are following the principle of "The lord of my lord is not my lord" to recruit peasants,

Arthur’s areas, having begun centralization reforms, now had former peasants turned Professional Soldiers who received two items.

One was very familiar, a weapon called a rifle.

The other was truly amazing, a metal box containing food that smelled delicious.

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