Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 146 - 144 Blue Blood Man

Listening to the distant cheers coming from the venue, Wang Jian shook his head.

He was drinking coffee and talking to himself, "What’s so interesting about that? It’s just a bunch of muscle freaks fighting."

"Pfft, I really can’t understand what’s so great about novels either, especially those made-up sci-fi and fantasy ones."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian looked up to see Princess Stephanie of WWE holding a coffee.

In her women’s suit, she was followed by the wrestler called Triple H.

"Can I sit here?" she pointed to the seat opposite Wang Jian.

Big sister, you’re obviously here for a date, why are you crashing my party?

"Not really convenient," Wang Jian stirred his coffee with a spoon and replied casually.

She glanced at the wrestler beside her and shrugged, "I’ll discuss with my business partner. You can go back first."

"But, it’s just you alone..." Triple H looked unwillingly at Wang Jian.

"What? You haven’t agreed to be your girlfriend, and you want to control my social life already?" Stephanie took a seat directly opposite Wang Jian with her coffee in hand.

"Or, do you need me to reject you right now?"

"Of course not," the wrestler quickly replied, "Then I’ll go back. Be careful on your own."

After the wrestler left, Wang Jian looked across the table.

"Aren’t you afraid of completely putting him off with that attitude?"

"Hehe," Stephanie chuckled softly, "As long as I am still the daughter of the McMahon family, that will never happen."

"So, you have no feelings for him at all?" Wang Jian was somewhat curious.

"People like us, who want to inherit their family businesses, are different from you entrepreneurs who started from scratch," Stephanie looked out the window.

"We don’t have such big reputations to persuade investors and executives. So, we must use all means necessary to garner support from all sides."

"And that guy just now, he holds high prestige among wrestlers. Keeping him hanging benefits my complete control of WWE."

Alright, another ambitious one.

Wang Jian said no more and sipped his coffee quietly.

But Stephanie didn’t seem to want to end the conversation, "You know, if it wasn’t for ’Prison Break Special Forces,’ I might already be his girlfriend now."

"The film adaptations give wrestlers hope for crossing over."

"And you, you’ve also given me another chance to choose."

"Just watching each other’s back," Wang Jian didn’t intend to owe her a favor, "After all, it’s not that easy to find so many weirdly shaped people elsewhere, right?"

"Weirdly shaped?" Stephanie paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Do you writers always speak so sharply?"

"Of course not," Wang Jian replied nonchalantly, "Only with collaborators do we open up."

"Collaborators, huh?" Stephanie stared at Wang Jian, "Your ambitions must go beyond the ’Prison Break’ series, right? After all, your website has so many works."

"What, you’ve read them too?"

"Of course, one must know more about their partners."

"Actually, many works on your website need some oddly shaped supporting characters," Stephanie picked up her coffee and sat down beside Wang Jian.

"And WWE definitely has plenty of those people."

"So?" Wang Jian turned to look at her.

"How about we start a long-term collaboration? When you have a need, you choose from WWE first."

"Hehe," Wang Jian laughed, "With CAA, WMA, would we engage in a long-term partnership with WWE?"

"How much are the fees for CAA, WMA? And for WWE?"

"Our wrestlers as supporting actors are absolutely cost-effective."

Wang Jian was just about to reply when he felt a warm sensation on his leg.

"Miss Stephanie, business is business," he picked up his coffee cup and sat down across from her, "is this really necessary?"

"I’m actually quite curious about the taste of a writer too."

"You, Wang," Stephanie licked her lips, "don’t you want to know what it feels like to hear a rugged female wrestler scream crazily in the ring?"

"Or perhaps a billionaire’s daughter, a high executive of a public company?" Stephanie gently kicked off her high heels and raised her foot slightly, "Shouldn’t partners be honest with each other?"

Wang Jian reached out and grasped the object on his leg, "But you, you are a rose with thorns!"

"What’s the matter, are you scared?" Stephanie’s mouth curled up slightly, "Or is it really like others say, that Asian men feel an irremovable sense of inferiority when facing women of other races?"

Hearing this, Wang Jian suddenly stood up and pulled Stephanie toward him.

"Hehe." Stephanie leaned against Wang Jian, "My room card is in the pocket of the shirt inside."

"Do you dare to take it?"

So, ten minutes later, in a five-star hotel next to Madison.

Wang Jian threw Stephanie onto the bed and then pulled out his belt to tie her hands.

"Mr. Writer, are you as formidable as the characters in your books?" Stephanie giggled.

Then, there were two crisp "click, click" sounds.

A high-end custom-made women’s suit was just reimbursed in Wang Jian’s hands.

Soon, the room was filled with women’s screams of varying lengths.

Essentially, the remarks largely involved the elders of the McMahon family.

Of course, the name most frequently called was that of Stephanie’s father, the respected Mr. Vince McMahon.

As for the commentary...

"Well, I have to admit, compared to bumping my head against the bedpost, clashing it against the ring is absolutely boring," Miss Stephanie McMahon said.

The next morning, Wang Jian turned on his phone and saw a dozen missed calls.

He thought for a moment and then made a call back.

"Wang, where are you? Your phone was off, and no one answered the home phone," Tom said anxiously, "I thought you had been kidnapped."

At that moment, Stephanie’s voice came through.

"Wang, you need to go buy me some lingerie," she said a bit helplessly, "all three of my bras are shattered."

"This is..." Tom’s voice hesitated, "WWE’s Princess Stephanie?"

"Cough, cough," Wang Jian coughed twice, "I’ll be back soon."

"Ha, Wang!" Tom was still shouting, "You and a Blue Blood Man?"

Wang Jian did not wait for him to finish and just hung up the phone.

But when he turned around, he saw Stephanie smiling radiantly at him.

Wang Jian looked a bit awkwardly at the floor, "Cough, cough, what does Tom mean by ’Blue Blood Man’?"

"Your way of changing the subject is really awkward," Stephanie laughed.

"It refers to the first group of white slave owners who came to the United States, who were mostly nobles lacking sun exposure, resulting in very white skin and visible veins."

She placed Wang Jian’s hand on the area with the most veins, "See, this is it."

"But now, it mainly refers to families that have been around for over a dozen generations, like the Kennedys, the Bush family, etc."

"So, you are a noblewoman?" Wang Jian looked at Stephanie with a bit of surprise.

"Yep." She nodded seriously, "You are my Julien."

At that moment, a knock on the door suddenly rang.

"Stephanie, it’s Triple H, are you coming for breakfast?"

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