Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 147 - 145 Must Succeed

To tell the truth, Wang Jian slept with Stephanie instead of rejecting her like he did with Naomi and Vera because he knew she wouldn’t use that method to seek out roles.

That also meant there would be less trouble afterward.

But as the knocking grew more frantic, it served as a reminder to Wang Jian, "You’ve been cornered in the room by her almost-boyfriend!"

"Holy shit."

Wang Jian recalled the wrestler outside the door, his performance in the ring just the day before.

He was the tough guy who swung a giant hammer at his opponent in front of the crowd!

"Stephanie, what’s Triple H’s personality like?"

While scanning the bedroom, Wang Jian asked the woman still lounging in bed.

Stephanie covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, "His hometown is quite close to Texas, right?"

Damn, a redneck!

In an instant, images of gun-toting hotheads and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre flashed through his mind.

"Ha-ha," Stephanie, watching Wang Jian’s increasingly animated expression, laughed so hard she doubled over.

Afterward, she put on Wang Jian’s shirt, and barefoot, walked out of the inner suite.

"Stephanie," came Triple H’s attentive voice, "Those wrestlers backstage have nothing but praise for you."

"They’re thrilled to have the chance to step into the film and television industry!"

But suddenly, the muscular voice faltered.

"Are you wearing a man’s shirt?"

"Yep!" Stephanie replied in a relaxed tone.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian, hidden in the bedroom, felt a few minutes of silence.

Then, he heard hurried footsteps approaching.

"Whichever blind wrestler it is," Triple H’s voice was tinged with suppressed rage, "I’m going to rip you apart!"

Damn it, I wish I were a wrestler; at least then I wouldn’t be completely defenseless!

Wang Jian quickly pulled up the quilt to cover his body, which could be described as fit but definitely not explosive.

The lipstick marks on it absolutely couldn’t be spotted by the hulk outside!

"Is it you, Johnson?" The bedroom door slowly opened, "You’ve been fawning over Finni all this time, but you should know, Finni is mine!"

Then, Wang Jian found himself looking into the vein-popping face of a white man.

"Hi..." he said awkwardly, waving his hand while discreetly clutching his phone.

"It’s 911, not 110," he repeated frantically to himself, "If you guys could come quickly, I swear I’ll donate more to you in the future!"

"You are..." An equal confusion appeared on the sturdy man’s face.

At this moment, Stephanie entered the bedroom with a grin, "You two must have met, right?"

"It’s like..." She turned to the wrestler, a thoughtful expression on her face, "Choosing you to play the Vice Prison Warden, that was Wang’s decision."

"That role is only second to the Prison Warden in ’Prison Break Special Forces’," Stephanie turned back to Wang Jian, "Am I right, Wang Jian?"

Big sister, what’s the use of saying that?

Don’t you know her potential boyfriend is upset because she slept with someone?

Wang Jian was sizing up the location of the doors and windows, contemplating the likelihood of a naked dash for freedom.

At the same time, he feigned a reminiscent look, trying to stall for time.

But to his surprise, upon hearing Stephanie’s words, the wrestler came to a halt.

Struggle was evident on the wrestler’s face.

A moment later, his voice rang out.

"Mr. Wang, has the role been fully confirmed?"

Hey, there might be a way out!

Wang Jian shifted his gaze from the door back to the wrestler’s face.

He cleared his throat, "Uh, yes, it’s settled."

"You should be receiving the notification soon."

The burly man glanced at Stephanie, clad only in a shirt, and then at Wang Jian, lying in bed; his facial expression began to shift continuously.

"So that’s how it is..."

Wang Jian felt that he had really overestimated the intimacy level between boyfriends and girlfriends in the United States.

So, he placed his phone on the nightstand and laid back, hands behind his head.

"`Prison Break`’s viewership ratings are very high, all four of the main actors have become somewhat famous stars."

"We have high hopes for the `Prison Break` prequel. You can’t be the one to drag us down during filming!"

"I..." The Redneck burly man averted his gaze from the two on the bed and stared down at the floor.

After about two or three minutes, he lifted his head, his face sporting an unnatural smile.

"Yes, I understand. I will train hard and certainly won’t disappoint the producers."

Wang Jian let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"Damn, that almost scared the shit out of me."

He forced a casual wave of his hand, "Then there’s nothing else for you here, go back and wait for further notice."

"Okay." The wrestler, as if he had figured something out, now sounded much more natural.

He smiled at Wang Jian, ready to turn around and leave. freewebnøvel_com

But just then, the Princess of WWE started causing trouble again.

"Triple H, when you go out, take 300 US Dollars from the bag in the living room."

"Bring me back three bras when you return," she said, touching Wang Jian’s face, "He’s torn all the ones I brought."

"And, bring us back breakfast for two as well."

Wang Jian looked at the white female dressed only in underwear and a shirt, wishing he could kick her twice.

She’s been trained as a wrestler, would she be able to run faster than him?

Unexpectedly, the Redneck just paused for a second, then immediately responded.

"There’s no need, there’s no need. I have cash on me."

After Triple H turned, left the room, and closed the door behind him,

Wang Jian flipped over and threw Stephanie to the ground.

"Are you crazy? What if he really went berserk?"

The WWE Princess, sitting on the floor, did not respond.

She just looked steadily at Wang Jian, then suddenly pounced on him.

"Ha, Wang, you have to succeed!" she said, kissing him wildly and speaking incoherently,

"That way, I won’t have to deal with these guys anymore!"

Wang Jian held her back, attempting to retrieve his shirt.

"What are you freaking out for?" Wang Jian looked at the woman who had gone mad.

But unexpectedly, she flipped him over and pinned him down, starting to kiss him wildly.

"WWE now belongs to the McMahon family, and it always will!"

"And I, Stephanie McMahon, will be the new Sect Leader."

Meanwhile, at Omnicom Advertising Agency.

Red-haired Lynn, dressed in her business attire, left her office with determination.

"Vice Director Lynn," the General Manager’s Assistant, who formerly ignored her, now spoke to her with respect, "The General Manager is inside waiting for you."

Lynn nodded her head, pushed open the large office door, and walked in.

"Lynn," the General Manager looked up and smiled.

"The advertising agency for the new show from the `Prison Break` production, `Prison Break Special Forces`, has been entrusted to us."

"After the Legal Department’s review, there are no issues with this contract."

"The other party has requested that you have full authority over this matter."

Lynn took the agreement, seemingly reading it carefully.

However, what she was really thinking was, "I used to wear black stockings, I wonder if he’d like these nude-colored ones this time."

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