Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 128 - 126 Vera Farmiga

The next day, inside the apartment.

Having just finished a business trip, Wang Jian leaned back on the sofa, leisurely watching TV.

Behind him, two young Caucasian maids were diligently cleaning the room.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Wang Jian wrapped his robe around himself and opened the door.

He saw a Caucasian waiter standing outside, dressed in a red uniform, "Sir, here’s your newspaper."

Wang Jian took the newspaper and casually handed over a 20 US Dollar tip.

"Thank you, you’re really generous," the waiter quickly thanked him.

Wang Jian waved his hand dismissively and sat back on the sofa to read the newspaper.

However, the headline on the front page was all about the upcoming Great Commander election in the United States.

This disinterested Wang Jian, and he threw the newspaper onto the coffee table.

By coincidence, the newspaper flipped open to the technology section.

"Huh, this tall, handsome young man looks so familiar. Oh, that’s me!"

Wang Jian chuckled, "Hehe," and picked up the newspaper again.

There were articles about Nokia and Motorola.

"While Nokia was launching a new product featuring office and entertainment functions and was advertising it under the slogan ’Technology for People,’ the reigning champion of the mobile world, Motorola, announced a countermove by collaborating with the online bookstore Amazon to launch a 2G phone with a reading feature.

Their new advertising slogan was: ’Intelligence on display, everywhere, hello moto.’"

It was unclear whether the tech media were genuinely interested in the mobile industry’s ups and downs or if it was just sponsored content bought by the two giants.

Photos of the Nokia president shaking hands with Wang Jian and the Motorola president with Jeff Bezos were also there.

There was a unique flavor to appearing in the media under such a status.

Wang Jian crossed his legs, feeling somewhat self-satisfied.

But his happiness was short-lived, as a report on New York’s second channel caught his attention.

"Yesterday evening in Los Angeles, a high school student suddenly attacked three patrol officers.

However, since he was unarmed, he was immediately subdued by the police.

According to our reporter, the high school student was exposed to a novel called ’Prison Break Prequel’ through a Nokia phone.

The provocative nature of its content led him to act out."

A Nokia phone?

"Prison Break Prequel?"

Wang Jian hurriedly picked up the phone to contact Tom for more details.

A moment later, the call connected, and as he listened to the report, he shook his head silently.

To think a high school student could be so impulsive just from reading a novel.

What about in the future when exposed to even more inflammatory reports? Would he go out onto the streets and try to topple statues in Washington?

"Wang, HBO and Netflix are very pleased with the story of ’Prison Break Prequel,’" Tom hinted, "They hope we can script this work as soon as possible."

Wang Jian detested this kind of exploitation.

So, he nodded vigorously and instructed Tom, "Sure, go find some screenplay writers who aren’t part of the Screenwriters Association."

After hanging up, Wang Jian felt it was necessary to visit the company.

So, he stood up and headed to the washroom.

Meanwhile, the two maids behind him watched his retreating figure and started whispering.

"Screenplay writer, did he say screenplay writer?" the younger girl asked excitedly: "Is this Asian guy a famous director on Broadway?"

"Probably not," the older girl shook her head, "There aren’t any famous young Asian directors on Broadway."

"I think even if he were a Broadway director, he’d just be a rich kid spending his own money to live out a director’s fantasy."

"Latching onto him wouldn’t be much help for our careers."

The younger girl nodded a bit disappointedly.

Then she added, "Ah, it must be nice to be rich."

"You can finance your own projects without waiting for so-called opportunities."

"Actually, Broadway isn’t any easier to break into than Hollywood, right, Vera?"

Vera Farmiga comforted the girl, "It’s okay, you’re still young."

"Not like me. I’m already 23."

After she said that, the atmosphere became a bit gloomy.

The two girls who had come to Broadway to chase their dreams both felt somewhat disheartened.

In this situation, they had cleaned everything except for the sofa Wang Jian had been sitting on.

Vera Farmiga looked at her disheartened young companion and took a deep breath.

Then, she went over to the sofa alone and started cleaning.

She touched the genuine leather sofa, comparing it in her mind with the second-hand sofa in her own apartment.

Sigh, will I ever really make it?

That’s when she suddenly noticed a newspaper on the coffee table, lying open at the technology section.

Hey, the boy in the picture...

Is he the owner of this apartment?!

Vera picked up the newspaper with a bit of curiosity.

Cellphones, Nokia, Motorola—all these things felt so distant to her.

As a struggling Broadway actress, being able to afford her phone bill was already quite an accomplishment.

But then, a phrase in the newspaper caught Vera’s attention.

wangwen.com?

This...

Wasn’t this the production company behind "Prison Break," which made the famous Broadway actor Neil a star on TV?

Countless Broadway actors were immensely envious of him.

Moreover, "Prison Break" was rumored to have a prequel and a second season in the works!

Was this Asian boy the founder of wangwen.com and the most influential producer? freewёbnoνel.com

At that moment, Vera’s companion approached her.

"I’m going to head to the staff restroom first. Can you finish cleaning up?"

Vera unconsciously flipped the newspaper page, "Okay, sure."

"I’ll put all the tools away when I get back."

The young girl gratefully said, "Thank you, Vera."

Once the young girl left, Vera picked up the newspaper again and read it carefully.

She now confirmed that this boy was indeed Wang Jian, as stated in the paper.

Well...

This could be a great opportunity!

Vera thought for a moment and then pulled at her cheap stockings a few times.

Then, she took off her coat and straightened her chest.

"Sir, we’ve finished cleaning; you can come and check now."

Meanwhile, Wang Jian, who was buttoning his shirt, was puzzled.

The apartment never had this service before.

Maybe the maid is hinting for a tip?

He hesitated, then took out two fifty-dollar bills from his pocket.

But as he walked into the living room, he saw the beautiful woman with black hair and fair skin staring intently at him.

Even more importantly, the woman, who should have been dressed in an outfit resembling that of a hotel lobby manager, had now taken off her coat, and her stockings were running.

"Oh, I’m sorry sir." Vera feigned panic, turned away from Wang, and began cleaning non-existent stains on the carpet.

Wang Jian frowned and put the two bills on the coffee table.

"I have to leave for something now; this is the tip for both of you."

With that, he picked up his coat and left the apartment.

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