Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 284 - 289: Sir, Times Have Changed

In the morning, inside the Flushing office.

Wang Jian was sipping green tea while flipping through a novel.

Since George Martin would read his own work to seek inspiration,

then naturally, Wang Jian would read "A Song of Ice and Fire" to ensure he could praise it pointedly should a reporter interview him.

That would also prevent others from thinking he disdained reading other people’s novels.

He bent the physical book and placed it aside.

Then he clicked the mouse and entered the directory of "King Arthur."

"According to the progress, it’s about time for the protagonist to reveal a bit of his trump card," Wang Jian murmured to himself.

At a similar word count in "Ice and Fire," the Horse King was already dead, and the heroine, relying on the power of dragons, managed to stabilize the situation.

Therefore, as a novel of the same genre, the boost in strength brought about by technology should also start to make its grand appearance.

Thus, in his writing, a baron emerged from the lords surrounding Arthur, notorious for his looting and pillaging ways.

Pointing at the recently stealthily moved boundary markers, he said with a smile, "Your Highness Prince, this land has belonged to our family for generations, as proven by the boundary markers."

"If you wish to claim this land, you may either apply for arbitration with the King or engage in an honorable duel!"

Arbitration by the King?

Arthur rolled his eyes inwardly, scoffing, "The King has fallen into a coma, who has the energy to deal with these matters now?"

But, this good-for-nothing dares to propose an honorable duel?

Arthur weighed the strengths of both sides as well as his future plans and nodded in agreement.

The baron chuckled slyly, tossing a white glove before directing his guards to withdraw, clearing the space for the duel.

"Your Highness Prince," Merlin began to advise, "it’s just a small piece of territory. Once the King awakens, it will naturally be retrieved."

"Master Merlin, I must grow up and face challenges myself," Arthur replied with a gesture toward his opponent and a tone of disdain. "Besides, dealing with such people poses no danger."

Merlin pondered for a moment, looked at the baron, and reluctantly nodded.

Then, he directed the Prince’s guards to retreat, clearing a large space.

Arthur, holding a sword, stepped onto the field, ready for the duel.

But to his surprise, as soon as the duel began, the baron produced a Magic Scroll and started levitating three or four meters above the ground.

"Heh heh," the baron’s chubby face revealed a cunning smile. "A duel is not just about wielding swords, the equipment on one’s person is also part of one’s strength."

Ah, what?

Arthur, looking up at the sky, suddenly felt that the natives were indeed cunning.

The baron watched the protagonist’s stunned expression and felt increasingly smug.

"Just a down-and-out Prince. Killing him will establish my authority among the local nobles."

"Perhaps it will even allow me to connect with the Eldest Prince or Princess in the capital!"

While he dreamt of a beautiful future, he pulled out a few Magic Missile Scrolls.

"My lord, don’t be so bound by tradition; times have changed!"

"I..." Arthur, upon hearing this, felt as if a herd of wild horses were running through his heart.

"Fuck, I’ve actually been schooled by a native!"

Fortunately, the baron’s lack of training meant his aim with the Magic Missiles was atrociously bad; even if one or two managed to hit the protagonist, they only knocked the Prince back a step or two.

"No matter," the baron consoled himself as he jiggled his corpulent body. "I am up in the sky; he can’t hit me, I’m just a target."

Arthur brushed the soot off his armor and shook his head helplessly.

"I wanted to try out the knight skills of this body of mine, but it seems... I have to resort to modern methods."

"Ha, the fallen Prince is shaking his head, he’s at a complete loss with what to do with me," the baron floated, even more complacent.

But...

What was that small metal block in his hand?

Arthur calmly released the safety and, holding the revolver, took aim at the sky, ignoring the Magic Missiles a good 5 meters away from him.

"Baron, you are absolutely right!"

He looked at the disorganized enemy in the air and said with a smile.

With the "bang" of a gunshot, the Baron fell to the ground.

Arthur stood beside the Baron and looked down at him directly.

"Time, indeed, has changed!"

"You... you’re using witchcraft, I will report you to the Church!" the Baron first shouted, then began to plead, "Spare me, please, Your Highness the Prince."

"I can swear loyalty to you!"

"Heh, when I said time has changed, I meant that I do not need any lords."

"The people of the continent," he gently pulled the trigger, "are my subjects, but only that, my subjects."

Wang Jian finished writing this section and checked it over himself.

A moment later, he took a satisfied sip of his tea, "With the first appearance of technology, King Arthur completed the first step of his territorial expansion."

"And also, he made clear his political stance."

Wang Jian clicked his mouse and entered the comment section, wanting to see the readers’ reactions.

He had not expected that some quick readers would start playing with memes.

"Teacher told me to read those outdated extracurricular books, I just want to say, folks, times have changed, I want to read web novels!"

"My parents told me to go to church for worship, I just want to say, folks, times have changed, I just want to kill the priest!"

"George Martin’s ’A Song of Ice and Fire’ Volume Three is not yet published, I just want to say, folks, times have changed, you should learn from Wang’s writing speed!"

This...

Why are they starting to flagellate Martin again?

Wang Jian looked at the comments and could only laugh helplessly.

"Whatever, he doesn’t care anyway."

At that moment, the ringtone of a Nokia phone rang.

Wang Jian answered the phone to find it was Wozniak.

"Wang, times have changed, it’s really fascinating," his excited voice came through the phone, "this is just like a real snapshot of Silicon Valley!"

"If you like it, that’s all that matters," Wang Jian replied with a smile.

Although this big shot often did some bewildering things, he was someone who paid for every book, after all.

"But Wang," Woz’s voice sounded like a child who couldn’t get the toy he yearned for, "in this work, the development of technology relies almost entirely on women, which doesn’t align with reality."

"In Silicon Valley, other than your partner Dorsey’s girlfriend, are there any top female programmers?"

"And besides, you’re going to Italy to publish female-oriented novels, isn’t that a bit too much in favor of feminism?"

A moment later, Wang Jian hung up the phone with a wry smile on his face.

If anyone claims to oppose feminists the most verbally, it must be these nerds lacking in charm with women.

But if it weren’t for the witches advancing productivity, but instead King Arthur climbing the technological ladder with a bunch of buff guys shirtless...

That would be quite a sight for sore eyes.

"Actually, it doesn’t matter," Wang Jian muttered to himself, "Although these guys shout louder than anyone, once they have girlfriends, they all turn into well-behaved babies."

On the other hand, most of the men who endorsed feminism were playboys, like... himself?

Thinking this, Wang Jian hesitated before dialing Sarah’s number.

Actually, going to Italy had another important purpose besides promoting his new book.

Sarah’s ’Prison Duology’ just couldn’t come together, likely due to a lack of accumulation.

He planned to take Sarah to visit the author of ’My Genius Girl Friend’ to help her overcome her writer’s block.

"Hello, this is Sarah’s residence, I’m not here at the moment, please leave a message."

"If this is Wang Jian, please contact Lily or Miss Lynn; they know where I am."

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