Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 322 - 325 Going to the Vatican

If there was one organization in the world that had a profound understanding of the influence they held over artists,

then the Catholic Church, situated in the Vatican, undoubtedly had the most authority to speak on the matter.

In those days, their power was so dominant that it could oppress the whole of Europe, truly making them the undisputed kings.

Past kings like the Lion Heart King, and later figures such as Napoleon and Hitler, could not compare.

The coronation of kings across countries, without the attendance of the Pope, could be deemed illegitimate.

The end of the "Middle Ages" era was likely due to a variety of factors including advancements in productivity and changes in geopolitical dynamics.

However, in the eyes of the Church, artists such as Da Vinci, Michelangelo, and Raphael were the true culprits.

After all, it was their push for the "Renaissance" that broke the Church’s long-standing monopoly on thought.

Only then did the Church’s influence begin to wane, no longer the terrifying "Monster" of church-state unity.

The Pope himself gradually became merely a spiritual leader.

"I used to think," a bishop responsible for external affairs sighed deeply, "that the artists we needed to be wary of would be some Hollywood director."

"Nowhere but Hollywood has the capability to culturally output and gradually influence the public’s perception of matters."

"Yes," another bishop clumsily shut his laptop and rubbed his forehead.

"But who could have imagined, with the development of this thing called the Internet, that the dissemination of text would become so easy?"

"Moreover, are we really behind the times, or has the public’s taste simply become too bizarre?"

He drank a sip of coffee and shook his head puzzledly, "These popular literary works can’t hold a candle to ’Notre-Dame de Paris’ or ’Les Miserables’."

"This is entirely the style of Dumas who was once harshly criticized by the literary world for ’pandering too much to readers!’"

This is what’s infuriating...

The first bishop thought about the scandals suppressed by the Church, recalling the novel he had just read.

If the Vatican were targeted by realist authors for criticism, he could reluctantly accept that.

After all... they also had a lot of disgraceful secrets.

However, being nonsensically portrayed as the antagonist in such novels was truly exasperating.

"The Church uses supernatural powers to suppress King Arthur, who is focused on technological development?"

Now a high-ranking member of the Church, he really wanted to grab that bestselling author and shout, "mother—fucker, how many times I raised my hand and never saw a fireball appear behind me!"

"Fortunately," another bishop said with a sense of relief, "that writer who caused a sensation in North America still takes the Church seriously."

"He even turned down an invitation from the President of the United States to come to the Vatican."

"So, we need to prepare thoroughly," the bishop stood up, glancing at the collection of Michelangelo’s sculptures gathered by the Church.

"Now, the Vatican cannot withstand another ’Renaissance’!"

Like the Church’s mindset, Wang Jian was outwardly calm but internally panicking.

"Presidents of the United States, Forbes-listed billionaires, they are not so frightening," he stared at the flight attendant ahead, trying his best to distract himself.

"People of dignity generally do not resort to excessively harsh methods."

But this time, he was facing the Vatican!

The very Catholic Church that burned Bruno alive simply for advocating heliocentrism!

Dan Brown, author of ’Da Vinci’s Code’, had simply hung up the phone upon hearing his proposal to accompany him to the Vatican.

Afterwards, no matter how many times he called, all he got was a busy tone.

In Wang Jian’s dilated pupils, he seemed to see a clergyman in uniform.

He glanced at himself and immediately pulled out his weapon and charged.

"Holy Light! This evil looks worth a fight!"

Wang Jian curled his lips and vigorously shook his head.

That thought was way too damn terrifying!

"Mr. Wang, is there anything I can help you with?"

The flight attendant approached, crouched down, and asked in a gentle voice.

"Nothing," Wang Jian casually replied, pulling his hand back from touching her stockings.

Although this blonde flight attendant was very proactive, and her figure was quite tempting,

as a crew member on Larry Elson’s private jet, who knew what her relationship with that absurd tycoon was?

"Private jets are indeed convenient, but they’re just too expensive!" He tried to divert his mind, trying his best not to think about what might happen next.

The cost of ordering and modifying this plane had already exceeded one hundred million US dollars.

Plus maintenance, flight crew salaries, and the like, it cost nearly twenty million US dollars every year.

"Ah, still not rich enough!" Wang Jian sighed, calculating his assets in his mind.

Apart from twitter, his wealth had just barely reached two hundred million US dollars.

That also included the insignificant earnings from investing in Apple stocks.

Thinking about this, Wang Jian felt a bit annoyed.

That Jobs, through Wozniak’s connections, actually hoped to gain a type of authority similar to Nokia’s.

"A computer company, seeking mobile-end authorizations?" Wang Jian picked up a bottle of mineral water and took a sip.

"And Nokia, just focus on making phones! Why meddle with the Symbian system!"

Because of a package deal with AT&T and HBO, Wang Jian had to authorize Nokia to develop a Symbian version of the website.

Despite the full support of the carriers, Nokia remained second in the mobile phone industry and hadn’t beaten Motorola.

Did they really think that by relying on Symbian, they’d make it?

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Tom," the flight attendant approached again, "we’ve arrived at Rome airport."

"Wang..." Tom’s voice trembled, "Actually, my qualifications as a publishing industry lawyer were obtained through cheating."

"I can introduce you to a top lawyer to accompany you to the Vatican."

Wang Jian rolled his eyes and grabbed Tom by the shoulders, pushing him toward the cabin door.

"My stomach..." Tom staggered forward, continuously shouting loudly.

But suddenly, his voice abruptly stopped.

Uh...

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Wang Jian hesitated for a moment but still went over.

Just when he was about to ask what was going on and whether he needed to rest a bit, he found Tom’s gaze fixed outside the plane.

Instinctively, Wang Jian also turned to look.

Just a short distance away, a large group of reporters stood, constantly looking around.

Among the reporters, there were two black Fiat cars parked.

Hanging on the cars was a flag with alternating yellow and white stripes.

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