Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 167 - 165 Fantasy Version... Rap?

Rap summarizing a novel’s content? What’s that?

Wang Jian looked at the somewhat excited Tom, completely clueless.

Tom passed the headphones to Wang Jian while shouting to the staff, "Play that rap song from before again."

Afterward, Wang Jian heard a style completely different from the previous gangster rap.

"I eat corn, I’m the coolest, God and Demon bow, heaven and earth collapse.

Many beauties come looking for me, but I pretend not to see..."

Is this... "I’m a Great Mage"?

Who the hell created this? Did they pay me a licensing fee?

Err... no.

This thing, it’s just too...

Holy shit!

Wang Jian thought long and hard but couldn’t come up with an appropriate adjective.

He looked Tom up and down with the eyes one has for a mental patient.

"Wang, you never listen to rap music, do you?" Tom noticed Wang Jian’s gaze and quickly explained, "I can’t deny that within the vast quantity of rap music, indeed a fraction of masterpieces exists."

"But the remaining rap music is also basically created by the less educated underclass on a whim."

"So, rap music is filled with a lot of profanity, self-aggrandizement, and so on."

"But..." Tom thought for a moment, "even when they puff themselves up, they don’t reach the heights of God and Demon!"

"We just need to write lyrics from the perspective of the novel’s protagonist. While other singers are still battling cops, we’re waging war with God and Demon."

"How could they possibly boast more than us?"

"Excuse me for a moment." A staff member interrupted Tom’s wild fantasies, "Most of the listeners of rap music are underclass blacks who have a grudge against the police."

"They probably aren’t too interested in God and Demon."

Tom glanced at the other person, "But do you know that more and more middle-class young people have started listening to rap music recently?"

"The funniest part is, these people, in order to show off their taste, still have to find something different in the junk pile of rap music."

"Just like the hippies of the past, and the goth enthusiasts of today."

"Here." Tom pointed at the headphones, "Let’s give them something different."

"As for the poor who can’t even afford a computer, they’ve never been our target audience."

"Their preferences, even their life and death, have nothing to do with us."

"I always thought I was born greedy for money." Wang Jian glanced at Tom, "It turns out my nature isn’t bad, I was just led astray by the guy in front of me!"

Tom finished rebuking the staff member and turned back to Wang Jian.

"So, Wang? Is this proposal feasible?"

After listening to the headphones for a while, Tim Cook also looked at Wang Jian, "This kind of thing can be recorded quickly and greatly enrich the content of audio players."

"If you agree to the licensing, I’ll apply to the company to give you guys a share of the profits."

Wang Jian looked at Tom and Cook, then picked up the headphones again and listened for a while.

Alright, he admitted, other than the content being bullshit, the rhyming and narrative ability of this rap were much stronger than most rap’s.

So... why not try it out?

After all, it wouldn’t cost much extra money.

Wang Jian looked at the staff, "Whose work is this rap?"

The staff member glanced at Cook, "I need to make a phone call and ask the previous recording engineer."

Cook waved his hand, "Go ahead and ask."

Moments later, the staff member returned to the recording studio.

"It is said to be a game creation by a youth called China Mac."

China Mac?

Wang Jian tried hard to remember and finally thought of a Chinese youth from the Bronx District.

"Do you have his contact information?" he set down the headphones.

"I’ve already asked a friend to contact him."

Wang Jian thought for a moment and pulled out his business card to give to the staff member.

"When you get in touch, have him call me."

The staff member saw Cook nod and agreed.

After the unexpected event was discussed, both parties began to talk about the audiobook.

After obtaining the licensing for "Anomalies," Tim Cook promised to have some radio hosts with great voices to do the related recording.

Wang Jian, on the other hand, repeatedly stressed that it had to be done quickly.

At this time, Vera Farmiga, wearing her most expensive dress, stood at the door of Wang Jian’s apartment.

She touched the rented outfit in her handbag and took a deep breath.

"They say an author’s work is a projection of their consciousness, so among vampires, werewolves, and Catwoman, one ought to fit."

Vera tidied up her expression, revealing a sweet smile.

"Mr. Wang, I’m here to clean your apartment."

But after a long wait, she still didn’t hear the long-anticipated response.

After hesitating, Vera took out the manager’s key and unlocked the door to Wang Jian’s apartment.

A few minutes later, she sat on the sofa with some disappointment, "They say men are most... in the morning, but how come he’s not here so early?"

"Am I going to watch another chance at fame slip by, while I still can only lurk at the bottom of Broadway?"

She looked somewhat resentfully around the room, wondering when she could live in such an apartment.

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"Is this the first draft of ’Anomalies’ and the lead actor’s audition memo?"

She eagerly opened the documents and began to read.

"This Wang really does have a lot of say in the selection of actors."

She thought about it and prepared to copy the script of "Anomalies."

With this, she could have some advantage in the actor selection process.

At the very least, she should be able to pass some initial screening handled by the staff responsible for auditions.

While she was copying on the apartment’s copier and thinking about how to legitimately climb into Wang Jian’s bed, suddenly the doorbell rang.

"He’s back?!" A shock went through Vera, but soon she calmed down, "No, he wouldn’t ring the bell at his own apartment."

She hurriedly placed the cleaning tools in a conspicuous place, then opened the apartment door.

"You’re Naomi Watts, the lead actress from ’Prison Break’?" Vera looked surprised at the woman outside the door.

"Who are you?" Naomi searched her memory, "That Broadway underdog actress?"

"Why are you here?"

Vera’s eyes flickered, leaning against the door, "This is Wang’s apartment, naturally I’d be here."

Naomi Watts looked through Vera at the cleaning tools inside the room and silently snickered to herself.

"Sorry, I was off in Hollywood filming and didn’t take good care of Wang."

"Thank you for satisfying all of Wang’s needs in my absence."

"When Wang gets back, I will definitely suggest he arrange a small role for you in ’Anomalies.’"

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