Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 140 - 138 Audio

The next day, in the office.

"Wang, I’ve already sued those niggers," Matthew handed Wang Jian a document, "And here is the information on that person you wanted."

Wang Jian took the documents, and the image of the young man came to mind again.

To be honest, this person was the most ferocious Asian he had met in New York.

And he was also the first to take "china" as a nickname to be called by others.

This couldn’t help but make Wang Jian feel a sense of fondness.

He opened the file and started looking over the information about this "China mac."

Well, unsurprisingly, this youngster grew up in a family with a gang background.

Under its influence, the young China mac already had a history of fighting, private possession of firearms, among other misdeeds.

Wang Jian frowned slightly as he read this.

However, this third-generation Chinese immigrant, aside from a not-so-clean background, was blameless on the racial issue.

Because of the feuds between the Limp Gang and the Chinese, he unquestionably felt closer to the Blood Gang.

Additionally, he wouldn’t allow those around him to say discriminatory words like "chink," "ching chong," and the like.

Of course, the methods he used were slightly violent.

"A rapper with a gang background, huh?" Wang Jian shook his head, expressing a bit of regret.

"Just turned 14 and already beyond help, it really is quite a pity."

Matthew shrugged with an air of indifference, "Among the young poor in the United States, this kind of person is very common."

"Getting mixed up in street fights, committing gun crimes, going to prison, it’s like it’s their destiny."

"Forget it." Wang Jian closed the file and carelessly tossed it onto the desk, "Try not to let those Black community laborers work – I want to see them truly reside in a prison."

"Don’t worry, aside from ’racial discrimination,’ they have a whole pile of stains on them," Matthew stood up, "The most important thing is, they can’t pay the bail."

Wang Jian nodded, watched Matthew leave, and then Tom came in.

Tom looked troubled as he spoke to Wang Jian, "Wang, there’s a technology company that sent a representative seeking cooperation."

"They say they can provide another promotional avenue for the works on the website."

"Which company?" Wang Jian raised an eyebrow, "What kind of promotional avenue?"

"Uh..." Tom hesitated for a moment before adding, "Apple Company."

"They said they hope to establish an audio company in partnership with the website, using paid voice services for promotion."

"They will provide the related equipment and build a recording studio in New York. In return, they want exclusive broadcasting rights for audio novels for a certain period."

"As for the profits from the works’ broadcasts, they are not seeking to get involved."

"Apple Company? The one on the verge of delisting?" Wang Jian took a sip of water from his teacup, "They haven’t even figured out computers yet, and now they’re considering audio?"

"I heard this proposal was made by consultant Jobs, who just returned to the company." Tom took out a device the size of a palm.

"This is created by Apple’s lab, an audio player they’re eager to promote."

Wang Jian took the gadget and casually fiddled with it.

"Heh, they can’t get music rights, so they’ve set their sights on novels."

"What’s Apple’s market value, to really think they’re Sony!"

"So what to do?" Tom looked at Wang Jian, "Reject their proposal?"

"Why reject? After all, we’ve got nothing to lose," Wang Jian put the device in the drawer, "Reply to them that we can try. But Apple must cover the costs related to personnel."

"We’ll only provide authorization, and we need to send a financial officer to tally up the related earnings."

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China mac, having just taught a lesson to several blind black and white kids, stashed the handgun in a secret spot.

"Humph, really think all Chinese are pushovers? If it weren’t for worrying about making my mom sad, I would’ve shot them already."

The 14-year-old Asian youth held a book and slowly walked home.

His father was a second-generation immigrant and also a member of a gang.

Having committed a crime, he was now a fugitive, leaving only him and his mother to rely on each other for survival.

His mother had smuggled herself over more than a decade ago, planning to work and earn dowry money for her brother.

But upon landing, the human smuggler wanted to control these women for illegal activities, yet her father saved her.

After her father had fled, his non-English-speaking mother could only do very low-paying jobs.

Therefore, china mac had no choice but to hit the streets, looking for ways to make some money.

And having spent his years among the underclass, he only had violence and music to rely on.

"I’m a Great Mage," china mac murmured, having heard about it for quite a while, not expecting it to have been written by a Chinese. Then he knocked on the door of the apartment.

"Mom, I’m back," he called out loudly.

"Come eat as soon as you’re back, then study Chinese," a middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen and said loudly.

"We live in the United States, why bother learning Chinese?" china mac complained under his breath.

"One should not forget one’s roots!" his mother looked eastward, her eyes momentarily lost.

Every time he saw his mother’s expression, china mac would feel very sad.

"Got it, Mom," he shook the book in his hand, "This book was written by a Chinese author. Later, I’ll use it as a textbook and try to translate it."

"Good son," his mother handed him a pair of chopsticks, "It’s okay if the translation isn’t good, but you must work hard at learning Chinese."

Half an hour later, in china mac’s bedroom.

The 14-year-old boy looked at I’m a Great Mage and felt a throbbing pain in his head.

The book was good, indeed a great read.

But trying to translate it into Chinese was just too hard.

"china mac, what are you thinking? With your level, you’re trying to translate all these words?"

He lay troubled on his bed, inevitably thinking of his mother’s face.

"Is there a way to bluff through this without making mom sad?"

china mac stared at the Chinese books his mother had prepared for him and actively racked his brain.

"Using the fewest words to express the most content without letting his mother, who was once a high school Chinese class representative, notice."

He flipped through the books on his desk, and suddenly he saw "One Hundred Tang Poems, Three Hundred Song Poems."

Right, Chinese has poetry, the greatest summarization of language.

As for all the rules his mother mentioned, since it was just to deceive, it didn’t really matter.

With this thought in mind, the boy picked up I’m a Great Mage and started to read seriously.

As he was no longer struggling with how to write English words in Chinese, he naturally read much faster.

"Haha, so interesting! Eating corn and dominating in Otherworld, defeating gods and demons, this story is quite good!"

Moments later, china mac sat at his writing desk, recalling the storyline, and began to clumsily write out the "limerick," as his mother had said.

"I eat corn, and I shine the brightest, gods and demons bow, heaven and earth collapse.

Many beauties seek me, yet I pretend not to see..."

After writing it, china mac read it aloud in Chinese.

Surprisingly, it was quite catchy, even had a kind of rap vibe.

He thought for a bit, then translated the Chinese into English.

Of course, having grown up in the United States, this was much easier for him.

China mac read the English aloud and couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

This kind of thing was both amusing and catchy; reading it himself, it even had the vibe of N.W.A’s fuck the police.

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