Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 105: Distributing Aid

While merchants across the United States were fervently preparing for the upcoming Christmas season,

Under the supervision of hired lawyers from both parties, Goldman Sachs quietly completed the funding for the website.

Of course, due to the wager agreement, the new contract had its advantages and disadvantages for both parties.

Goldman Sachs acquired partial ownership of a potential-packed entertainment website at a very low price.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian not only obtained the sought-after tax-exempt status for charitable funds but also the protection of a financial giant.

This shielded the website from the prying eyes of the most ruthless people in the United States.

As a trade-off, Goldman Sachs agreed to a partnership model that decoupled website management rights and ownership under certain conditions.

That is to say, some enterprises that possessed advanced technology owned the fabled AB shares.

Wang Jian also accepted that, prior to going public, Goldman Sachs’s investment could only be used for upgrading the website’s infrastructure.

Thus, six million US dollars were used to purchase servers and bandwidth.

The small website had essentially undergone a transformation from primitive to advanced weapons.

After leaving the rented server room, Wang Jian looked at Dorsey and helplessly shook his head.

What on earth did these techies have on their minds? It was just a server, was there really a need to be so thrilled?

"No need to complain about the services provided by public servers anymore, right?" he said, patting Dorsey on the shoulder with a smile.

"Mm-hmm." Dorsey vigorously nodded, "In a way, our website’s scale doesn’t match this server."

"By the way, Wang," he continued, "how about that suggestion I made yesterday?"

"That secondary website?" Wang Jian asked.

"With the servers now in place, even the last barrier has been removed." Dorsey looked at Wang Jian expectantly. "And the technical difficulty of that secondary website isn’t really that high."

"I had studied these matters back in college."

Wang Jian thought for a moment and said, "First, lead the tech team to tally the group of people who publish works on the website but earn very little."

"Then, assuming website operations remain stable, you can explore the topics you’re interested in."

Dorsey made an "OK" gesture and swiftly ran back to the car.

Wang Jian watched his retreating figure and shook his head in silence.

So, a day later,

In the website’s office, Wang Jian looked at the data sheet handed to him and asked in surprise, "Are the writers on our website this poor?"

"You’re one of the top people on the pyramid; of course, you wouldn’t know the degree of poverty among the lower-level writers," Tom said with a smile.

Wang Jian continued to peruse the financial statements, again expressing his astonishment, "We have to pay this much in taxes next year?"

At this point, Lehman smiled and said, "What can’t be avoided in a person’s life?"

Then, he and Tom said in unison, "Death and taxes."

Wang Jian handed the data to the financial staff, "Calculate the standards and amounts for writers to receive ’charitable donations.’"

"What should be the ultimate goal, for the writers to receive more money or for the company to maximize tax avoidance?" the financial staff asked.

This time, it was Wang Jian and Lehman who spoke in unison.

"Of course, to maximize tax avoidance."

Finally, after a series of calculations, it was determined that the standard for writers to receive aid was an income below 220 US dollars.

However, for writers who already had subscribers but didn’t reach 220 US dollars, the institution dispensing the aid changed to a charity under Goldman Sachs.

And the charity under the website would donate this amount to the other party in the name of "charitable mutual aid."

What, you say this suggests tax evasion and the IRS might investigate?

Not to mention that the amount itself isn’t conspicuous, and the recipients largely meet the standards for aid.

Let alone the fact that most charities in the United States operate this way.

Keep in mind, the Carnegie Charity Foundation and Rockefeller Charity Foundation often engage in "charitable mutual aid" themselves!

...

In a very poor apartment in the Bronx District,

Two young writers were fervently writing on paper with pens.

Another person sat in front of a computer, furiously typing.

And one individual merely sat on the sofa, choosing to coldly observe.

All four of them, inspired by reading a few bestsellers, had harbored the thought, "I could do that."

Then, they traveled to New York from their hometowns, dreaming of literary success.

They worked during the day and engaged in literary creation at night.

Although the conditions were very harsh, they still enjoyed it tirelessly.

But when dreams confronted reality, the repeated rejections nearly drove them to despair.

Finally, one day, they heard about a website where they could publish their works and possibly get physical books published.

They were overjoyed!

They clung to it like a last lifeline, gathering almost all their money, excluding rent, to buy a very expensive computer.

Then, they eagerly published their works on the site.

However, the works they published on the website earned them very little.

This led one of the group, Dell, to give up.

"Why suffer through poverty using a website?" Dell said, "I might as well submit to publishers."

Whether Dell’s skill truly improved a lot, or the publisher’s editors were blind, wasn’t clear.

His work was accepted, turned into a physical book, and made available for sale on Amazon.

"I told you, that website had no future," Dell, holding a writer’s commemorative edition of the book, said while laughing to his friends.

But different methods, the same outcome.

Dell’s book on Amazon sold only one copy.

And his share of the royalties was... 3 US Dollars.

But facing his companions, he still felt superior.

After all, his book was published, while theirs were not.

"Stop wasting time, let’s head to the relief center for a big meal," Dell looked at the time and finally urged impatiently.

The other three replied, "It’ll be just a moment, we can’t stop updating no matter what!"

Dell pouted and sat back down on the sofa.

But then, a companion in front of the computer let out a shout.

"I received an email, continuous updates on the website qualify us to receive $220 in relief?"

"Are you crazy?" Dell scoffed, "220 dollars, I’d have to sell almost 80 books to make that much."

"Really, don’t believe it? Look!" His companion pointed at the computer screen, shouting loudly.

The others crowded around the computer.

"Ah, I got one too!"

"Me too!"

The other two also exclaimed loudly.

Dell skeptically looked at the screen.

But...

Was it really true?

"Maybe it’s just a prank," Dell "kindly" suggested.

"Let’s go to the ATM and find out," one of the companions said.

About twenty minutes later, they stood in front of the ATM, shouting, "It’s really 220 dollars!"

"Shall we skip the Homeless Shelter tonight and go for pizza instead?"

"Uh..." Dell fumbled in his pocket, "I don’t like pizza; you guys go ahead."

"I still owe you money for the computer." One companion pulled out 200 dollars and handed it to Dell, "I’ll pay you the rest next month."

The other companion also pulled out money and handed it to Dell, "Now you’re the richest; you have to treat us. We want to eat pizza!"

Dell looked at the money in his hand, then at the three companions.

Finally, he nodded vigorously.

Perhaps because Christmas was drawing near, the streets of the Bronx District were sparsely populated.

The faint voices of a few young men could be heard on the empty streets.

"This website really considers literary enthusiasts, even offering relief."

"Dell, will you continue writing on the website too?"

After a long while, a low voice finally responded.

"Yeah!"

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