Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 155 - 153 Red Carpet

Due to the screenwriters’ strike that began at the end of 1995, the number of new television and film productions in the United States had drastically decreased.

This not only affected the interests of several major media companies and the Producer Association, but it also caused many mid- and low-level actors to lose a significant number of job opportunities.

Out of necessity, the actors’ union had to play the role of mediator, vigorously trying to reconcile the differences between both sides.

On the other hand, they also suggested that famous actors participate in television and film-related activities as much as possible to stabilize market confidence.

As a result, the Soap Opera Awards, which normally featured second-tier awards, was crowded with television stars.

Cast members from "Friends" and the couple from "Raymond," among others, all showed up at the Lincoln Art Center.

All of this nearly overwhelmed the star-struck fans in attendance.

"Rachel, I love you!"

"Joey, Joey, how you doing!"

"Raymond, move over a bit, we want to see your wife!"

"Ross, look here, say ’we are on break’!"

The increasingly frenzied atmosphere at the scene left the four new main cast members of "Prison Break" a bit overwhelmed as they sat in the limousine.

"Good thing I’m just a guest star, not a real actor."

Wang Jian looked at the four with a calm face and reminded them, "It’s your turn."

Miller rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and then opened the car door.

Naomi, with her blue eyes, glanced at Wang Jian resentfully before taking Miller’s arm and heading toward the red carpet.

If the previous appearances of "Friends" and "Raymond" actors were like a group chorus, the reception for the "Prison Break" cast was like a soprano’s coloratura.

One after another, piercing female voices screamed incessantly, nearly making everyone’s eardrums ache.

"Ah, Miller!"

"Vice Prison Warden, let go of that bitch beside you, you still have us!"

Miller stiffly waved his arm, and Naomi’s face even seemed a bit stiff.

After the actors had made their entrance, it was time for the directors and producers.

Thinking about the reaction of the crowd when the previous batch of producers and directors walked the red carpet, Wang Jian felt extremely relaxed.

Even if "Prison Break" had its popularity, it definitely couldn’t compare to the nationally beloved "Friends."

Besides, even the directors and producers of "Friends" were practically invisible to the fans!

He casually straightened his suit and then reached out his arm.

"Catherine, it’s our turn."

"Wang, I’m still a bit nervous," Catherine murmured as she looped her arm through Wang Jian’s.

"There’s nothing to be nervous about," Wang Jian replied. "These people are here to see the stars; no one is going to care about us."

With that, he strolled toward the red carpet with the ease of a tourist.

After Miller and company had passed, the crowd of fans did indeed quiet down for a moment.

They were conserving their energy, ready to cheer and shout for the next wave of stars.

But then someone quietly said, "That Asian producer is the author of ’Harem Boleyn.’"

"Ah, I love ’Harem Boleyn’! When will that novel be adapted into a TV series?"

"Who knows," someone sighed quietly. "It’s said that he’s even started his own film company, planning to adapt it himself, slowly!"

"Slowly?" a sharp female voice exclaimed. "Doesn’t that mean we’ll have to wait a long time?"

"Actually..." another woman replied, "there might be a way."

Maybe because people want their favorite works to be seen by more?

In any case, several people immediately asked, "What way?"

"When he first started updating ’Harem Boleyn,’ the pace was actually quite slow," the voice said with a hint of mystery. "But after book fans did one thing, the pace suddenly sped up."

"What did they do? Can we do the same?"

"Well," the woman hesitated and then spilled the beans.

"Streak! This bestselling author loves watching people streak!"

"Apparently, before ’Harem Boleyn,’ something similar had already happened."

"After that streaker ran by, his update speed just shot up!"

"Uh...that’s so perverted." The woman beside them said, her face showing embarrassment.

"Streaking is no big deal; I’ve even streaked around the track field after getting drunk in college."

"But... there are cameras here!"

"So what!" someone said disdainfully. "If we get caught on camera, maybe we could even break into show business!"

After this comment, the scene fell into an eerie silence.

Some fell into contemplation, others’ gazes flickered uneasily towards the cameras.

No one spoke for a while.

Moments later, Wang Jian was helping Catherine slowly make his way over.

"I’m right, aren’t I, Catherine," he whispered, "You’re not Spielberg nor George Lucas; these people won’t notice you."

"Your comfort is truly heartwarming," Catherine rolled her eyes at Wang Jian, replying without any enthusiasm.

"Ha," Wang Jian chuckled softly, "So, you’re not nervous anymore, right?"

Well, whether Catherine admitted it or not, she really wasn’t nervous anymore.

However, another emotion was spreading in her heart as she scrutinized the crowd.

"Ask for my autograph, scream for me, even if it’s just one person!"

Suddenly, she noticed a woman squeezing her way toward them from the front.

"Ha, Wang," Catherine murmured, "slow down, someone’s coming to ask for my autograph."

Hearing this, Wang Jian, a bit surprised, looked in the direction Catherine pointed.

As a director, did Catherine actually have devoted fans?

"Move over slowly, Wang," Catherine whispered, "Can’t keep my fan waiting, I have to give her my autograph right away."

Alright then.

Wang Jian glanced back and noticed that the next wave of people hadn’t appeared yet.

"Just to satisfy this female director beside me and her little vanity."

As Catherine was smiling, pulling Wang Jian closer in that direction,

She suddenly heard the fan shout, "Make ’Harem Youngest Daughter of the Boleyn Family’ into a movie!"

"Huh? Not my fan?" She looked at Wang Jian a bit gloomily.

But at that moment, Wang Jian had no time for her!

He only saw a flash of white.

So big...

So round...

Maybe it was easier to follow when someone took the lead?

Soon, a few more female voices chimed in.

"We love ’Harem Boleyn’ the most."

"Make ’Harem Boleyn,’ for feminism!"

If it was just shouting, no one here would really pay attention.

But these people’s actions threw the entire place into chaos.

Many star-chasers started to crowd in this direction.

A huge amount of journalists turned their cameras, and the flashlights suddenly "shh-shh" all lit up.

"Holy shit." Wang Jian covered his eyes with his hand.

"I’m telling you..."

"How did this happen again?!"

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