Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 139 - 137 China Mac

In 1996 in the United States, against the backdrop of large-scale manufacturing relocation, various labor unions were no longer frequenly organizing workers to take to the streets.

Instead, they turned to negotiate with management to keep their jobs.

In their place began the rise of a mishmash of organizations like "animal protection," "women’s rights," and "human rights."

Of course, since there were no immediate personal stakes involved, the participants were mostly wealthy and idle young people.

And these people were also the main potential readership for website works.

When Wang Jian adapted "Anomalies and Creatures," he was considering this point.

Compared to the original work, the protagonists in his adaptation had some behaviors that would surely leave the original author thoroughly perplexed.

These behaviors all had significant connections to the various organizations active at the time.

However, while Wang Jian was busy capitalizing on the trend, he forgot that aside from being easily incited, young people also loved to show off.

Consequently, he received numerous invitations through Twitter to participate in activities.

The aim of these young people was almost certainly, "Did you see that famous xxx join the action? I invited them."

If Wang Jian were just a simple bestselling author, he could have ignored it entirely.

But given that he had become almost a calling card for the website,

combined with young people’s propensity to idolize what they like and trample what they don’t, Wang Jian had to make a show of involvement.

"An HIV prevention and anti-discrimination organization?" he thought it over but shook his head, "It’s good that most of this organization’s activities are in Philadelphia."

He pondered for a moment, then replied to them using very polite language.

The gist was: due to work, he couldn’t make it to the event, but he had been following their efforts and was very supportive.

Similar to this were Los Angeles’s "stray dog protection organization" and Miami’s "marine environment protection organization"...

The only one that Wang Jian found troublesome was New York’s "child protection organization."

"Ah, that excuse won’t work anymore," Wang Jian shook his head, sighing softly. "Why did you have to be based in New York?"

He picked up the phone and dialed the website staff.

"Get me the information on New York’s ’Children’s Welfare Bureau.’"

Shortly after, a subordinate handed him the files.

The mission of this organization was to draw public attention to the plight of low-income and foster children through action.

Aside from distributing clothes and food, they often demonstrated near the New York Children’s Welfare Bureau.

Alright, this organization seemed more reliable than the others.

Wang Jian considered carefully and thought if he had to make an appearance, he’d rather choose this child protection one.

He contacted the sender via Twitter.

When the person saw Wang Jian’s reply, they quickly made a phone call.

"Are you really Wang Jian, the author of ’Anomalies and Creatures’?"

Their voice was so excited and high-pitched that Wang Jian moved the phone a little away from his ear.

After confirming his identity, they went on and on about how much they loved the work.

Then, they described their organization’s objectives and the actions they were planning.

The organization distributed food to children in the Bronx District every Wednesday and then led a sit-in at city hall.

Looking at the time, it was now Monday.

Responding within two days should solidify his public image as someone passionate about charity work.

He could also use this image to attract more idle young people to "Anomalies" and the website.

So after hanging up the phone, Wang Jian immediately called Tom.

He asked Tom to contact reporters and also buy some clothes and food.

Of course, these items were definitely purchased through a fund: charity special editions.

Two days later, in a small square in the Bronx District,

Wang Jian smiled in front of the camera, patting an African American child’s face, encouragingly saying, "Study hard, and you can definitely leave the slums."

Then he surreptitiously applied hand sanitizer before going over to see how the photos were coming along next to a reporter.

"Mr. Wang, thank you so much for your support of child protection," a young white woman said, gripping Wang Jian’s hand tightly. "Society needs more conscientious people like you."

"It’s what I should do," Wang Jian said, with a compassionate manner. "The children need more love."

Just as he was putting on an act, a commotion suddenly erupted from the outskirts of the square.

A group of young African Americans, too old to receive food, had gathered there.

"We’re not getting food here, so let’s go eat at the newly opened Chinese restaurant. Those chinks are all cowards, they’re the easiest to rob!"

Upon hearing these words, Wang Jian’s brow furrowed instantly.

"Tom," he gestured, "find out the names of these people and have Matthew send them a lawyer’s letter."

Tom, noting the seriousness on Wang Jian’s face, nodded solemnly.

"Wang, you don’t need to get angry at this trash. Matthew will surely sue them into bankruptcy on grounds of ’racial discrimination.’"

Wang Jian took a deep breath, "Tell Matthew, this is the first time using him since the official contract signing. If he doesn’t handle it beautifully, he shouldn’t expect an extension."

At that moment, a group of teenagers suddenly burst out from the queue for food.

The leader was actually a 14 or 15-year-old Asian.

He marched angrily to the person who had just spoken, pistol at his head.

"What did you say just now?" he cocked the gun with his thumb. "Have the guts to say it again?"

This aggressive stance startled everyone present, and the African American with the gun to his head spoke with a trembling voice, "Yu, I didn’t know you were here."

"Are you deaf? I’m asking you what you were just saying!" The Asian teenager kicked the black man in the stomach.

"Yu, he was talking about me," another black man stepped forward. "Chink is my nickname."

"Do you think I’m an idiot?" The Asian teen grabbed him by the dirty braids. "You know what to do."

"Or do you want to die?"

The black man who had spoken earlier glanced at the crowd behind the Asian teenager.

He took a deep breath and began slapping himself on the face.

"And you?" Yu motioned with the gun at the others. "What are you waiting for?"

His companions exchanged glances, then began to slap their own cheeks as well.

Then, an African American stepped forward from behind the Asian teenager.

"You niggers, stop pretending to be real thugs. Or do you truly believe G-Kay would hesitate to shoot?"

He turned to the Asian, a flattering smile on his face. "Am I right, G-Kay?"

The Asian looked at his follower. "What’s my nickname? Have you forgotten that I changed it just a few days ago?"

"Oh, sorry." The follower paused, quickly correcting himself. "It’s China Mac."

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