Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 301 - 304: Public Relations

At 6 p.m. the following evening, New York Braun Hotel.

"HBO seems quite pleased with the outcome!" Wang Jian casually said to Tom behind him, "They even booked a five-star hotel banquet hall for the party!"

"What’s the use?" Tom responded discontentedly, "No matter how lavish the banquet or how many rooms, the main attendees are still wrestlers."

"Forget their weird appearances, just their gender alone kills my interest."

Yeah, it kills my interest too!

Wang Jian shrugged, muttering to himself internally.

But apart from eating, drinking, and having fun, he also wanted to discuss some important matters with HBO’s executives.

As for why he brought Tom along?

"I can’t face a bunch of muscular men alone!"

If Dorsey wasn’t far away in Silicon Valley, he would have definitely brought that nerd along too.

But as soon as he stepped into the banquet hall, the scene before him stunned him.

How come, apart from the male wrestlers, there were so many women here?

"Actually..." Tom swallowed, "this banquet isn’t too bad."

"It’s just that the women attending seem a bit voluptuous."

Just voluptuous?

This could very well be described as robust, okay?

Paired with their reasonably pretty faces, they were practically ’Terminator’ version Barbie dolls.

More importantly, they were all looking towards the entrance of the banquet with sparkling eyes.

To be precise, at him...

Wang Jian swallowed, considering whether to enter the venue. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Luckily, at that moment, Stephanie, wearing a red long dress, slowly walked over.

She surveyed the women at the venue with a gaze that resembled a lion inspecting its territory.

"Wang, long time no see." The woman, who was officially the general manager of WWE and named by the finance magazine as "the most beautiful family business heir," smiled and greeted Wang Jian.

"Interested in dancing with me?"

I don’t even know how to dance!

Wang Jian was about to refuse using the excuse of needing to discuss matters with Tom.

But in a blink of an eye...

Tom had already entered the venue and was dancing with a buxom woman.

"Um..." Wang Jian, seeing the women guests becoming eager again since he hadn’t responded,

"I can’t dance, so if you don’t mind being stepped on..."

"Haha," Stephanie laughed, "Just being stepped on a couple of times, what’s there to worry about?"

"Don’t forget, I’ve gone through professional wrestling training."

But soon, she experienced just how terrifying it was to dance with someone who couldn’t dance.

"Ouch!" her toes were stepped on, her heel tilted, and her entire foot was bent at a 90-degree angle.

"...Sorry!" Wang Jian quickly supported her and retreated from the dance floor.

"Come to my makeup room, I have pain relief medication there for injuries."

"Um..." Wang Jian glanced back at Triple H, who was talking with Miller.

"Haha, don’t worry," Stephanie flicked her bangs, "We’re history now."

"Now, even if I were lying in front of him, he’d pretend not to see."

"After all, you’re much more important in his eyes than the heir to a wrestling company."

Okay then...

Wang Jian nodded, assisting Stephanie towards the makeup room.

It must be said, as the highest-ranking woman at the venue, she was indeed treated very well.

Even the makeup room was for a single person.

"Since you’re the one who stepped on me, you’re in charge of applying the medicine!" Stephanie wrinkled her nose, kicked off her high heels, and placed her foot on Wang Jian’s lap.

"Stay calm, stay calm!" Wang Jian took a deep breath, "We still have serious matters to attend to tonight."

But he had just applied the ointment when Stephanie started wriggling her toes and letting out a laugh like the tinkling of silver bells.

"Sorry, I’m still a bit ticklish," she stuck her tongue out.

Why don’t you apply it yourself...

Wang Jian shifted backward, trying his best not to get into beast mode.

To alleviate the ambiguous atmosphere, he casually asked, "Who are those women? Why are they so afraid of you?"

"They’re wrestlers too!"

Hmm?

Wang Jian frowned, a bit surprised.

"Ha, most wrestling fans are men."

"But these men, they love watching women fight even more."

"But, never underestimate them, under the same weight conditions, these beautiful girls can totally knock men down."

Stephanie glanced at Wang Jian, then suddenly leaned in close to his ear, "And I can command them, would that make you feel more conquering?"

She laughed while licking the corner of her mouth.

"Stop joking," Wang Jian awkwardly moved her foot away and stood up to put the ointment back.

With a "rip" sound, Stephanie’s voice came through.

"I’m not joking."

"I have important things to handle tonight!" Wang Jian turned around, about to leave the makeup room.

But just as he turned, what caught his eye was a tall beauty dressed in a fishnet outfit.

She gently tore two slits with her hands, walked over to Wang Jian in high heels.

"Does that mean my medication was applied for nothing?"

As Wang Jian pondered this, Stephanie tossed her hair and knelt down.

Uh...

After feeling a moment of warmth, Wang Jian sighed deeply.

"Well, it’s not the first time."

But the next words from her nearly scared him back,

"Wang," Stephanie said indistinctly, "let’s go public with our relationship."

At this time, the HBO director was looking for Wang Jian outside.

"The gentleman just now went into the make-up room with a lady," the waiter pointed in the direction Wang Jian had left.

"The makeup room?" The director thought for a moment, revealing a sleazy smile.

"To have such a position at such a young age..."

"Ha, you old thing," Wood patted his shoulder, "do you have that kind of talent?"

"Let’s go to the conference room. He’s so young, who knows how long we’ll have to wait?"

As they were about to turn and leave, they saw Wang Jian exiting the makeup room with a panic-stricken face.

"Uh..." The two old men exchanged a knowing smile.

"It seems God is quite fair after all!"

"Wang," the HBO director approached Wang Jian, "can we go to the conference room to discuss some official business?"

"Of course." Wang Jian quickly nodded, unable to resist looking back.

"Which way to the conference room? Let’s hurry over."

"Uh, there’s an old friend I need to introduce to you."

The director pointed to a middle-aged man behind him and said with a smile, "Legendary Journalist Woodward."

"He once reported on the ’Watergate Scandal,’ which directly led to President Nixon’s resignation."

"Until recently, he worked for NBC Television, a subsidiary of Viacom Group."

Hmm?

Wang Jian raised his head, giving the director a puzzled look.

This old guy, he must understand the situation between him and NBC.

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