Chapter 67

Soon after, a staff member came to fight the drunken John out.

Then the deputy editor in chief of the New York Times came to apologize to Wang Jian.

As for whether it was because of Wang Jian himself or Stephen King around him, there are different opinions.

However, at this time, Wang Jian had no time to take these into consideration.

Because, he is talking with Stephen King about what we should pay attention to in literary creation.

Think about a few days ago, I just saw the Shawshank Redemption several times.

Now, I can exchange my creative experience with the original author.

In any case, Wang Jian felt a little unreal.

I don't know if it's because of this kind of mentality or because I just read "extreme way and heavenly devil" in my mind.

When Stephen King tells the story, his next scene is mainly set in prison.

In Wang Jian's mind, there were always mixed images of Shawshank's redemption and the extreme Tao and the devil.

Probably, the protagonist was bullied by the prison guards, and then turned into a three meter giant, one punch to kill these villains.

And the classic scene of Shawshank kneeling in the rain, also turned into a giant Han evil spirit smile, loudly said: "I'm just a prisoner!"

This picture is really weird.

And Lynn, who was next to him, looked at Stephen King, and then at the young Wang Jian.

Then, sit quietly, dare not make a sound.

Until an hour later, the dinner was over.

The conversation between Stephen King and Wang Jian has just come to an end.

Just before he left, he took out the first volume of arcane throne and said with a smile, "my daughter is your loyal fan."

"She asked me to sign if I could meet you at the dinner party."

Wang Jian was a little embarrassed to take over the novel. He signed his name and said, "I thought you were joking. Did you really see arcane God?"

"Of course, I've also seen" I'm really a wizard. " Stephen King took the novel with a smile. "There are a lot of interesting works on your website, but the payment is too troublesome."

Well

Stephen King, who is regarded as the most likely to become a famous contemporary writer, actually read xiaobaiwen.

Who will believe that?

After saying goodbye to each other, Wang Jian takes Lin en, who is reluctant to part with him, into the car.

Inside the car, it's a little weird.

Lynn just arranges her hair, clothes and high heels.

Wang Jian turned to the red haired girl and asked, "is your apartment near Lily community?"

Lin en didn't speak, just looked at Wang Jian.

All of a sudden, she said excitedly, "even Stephen King looks at your works. Will you become the center of the upper class like him?"

Wang Jian started the car speechless and didn't bother to pay attention to the woman who was in a state of madness.

However, he thought in his heart, "if you earn a share of royalties, how can you give others a share of royalties?"

Just as they were about to arrive in Brooklyn, a police car suddenly appeared.

The police car whistled for Wang Jian to pull over.

Then, two policemen got off the police car.

When they saw a yellow and a white man in the car, they moved their hands away from their waist with obvious relief.

Then one of the policemen said, "routine check, take out your driver's license."

After checking, the police handed the driver's book back to Wang Jian.

"Why are you going to Brooklyn so late? It's dangerous! "

As a result, before Wang Jian could explain, Lynn said, "we're going to the New York Times dinner."

After that, he showed the invitation to the police.

Wang Jian glanced at Lin en and then at the police.

And the police took the invitation, looked at it carefully, and asked, "best seller writer? Why don't you live in Long Island, Manhattan? "

Then, without waiting for Wang Jian to answer, the policeman called his companion.

After they murmured for a while, he said to Wang Jian, "let's escort you for a while. After all, you donated a lot of money to the police station."

Wang Jian thought of the 100 yuan banknote he had donated because he didn't have any change when a community worker came to the house a few days ago.

I can't help sighing that donating money has such an effect.

In this way, the two men, escorted by the police, came to Wang Jian's apartment.

When he opened the door of the apartment, Lynn walked in.

"Wang, seriously, as you are, you should no longer live in Brooklyn." Lin en went to the refrigerator to get the juice, sat on the sofa and said to Wang Jian.

"Don't touch my things."

Wang Jian thought that in the car, the woman handed the invitation to the police without her permission, so he scolded.Then he took off his suit and went into the bathroom to take a bath.

Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, Lynn opened the bathroom door and came in.

Her eyes seemed to drip water, looking at Wang Jian.

Said: "I moved your things again, I put the invitation here, what do you say to do?"

After that, she deliberately straightened her chest.

Wang Jian wrapped himself in a bath towel, went to Lin en and drew out the invitation directly.

Unexpectedly, Lynn took out a small board from behind and handed it over, "I made a mistake, you punish me."

Wang Jian looked at the small board and found that it was actually a shovel in the kitchen.

When Lynn saw the other party take the board, she turned to face the bathroom door.

Wang Jian looked at the board in his hand and at Lin en with his back to him. He couldn't help swallowing.

A moment later, there was a groan in the bathroom.

……

The next morning.

Wang Jian watched Lin en slowly walk out of the apartment building. He couldn't help but wonder if he was too cruel last night.

But the telephone rang in his apartment, which interrupted his pity for jade.

Wang Jian picked up the phone and heard Tom's excited voice.

"The number of people who paid for a novel they started to read last night has exceeded 1000."

"It's written by James, the author of" I'm really a wizard "you mentioned

Oh?

Well, it seems that James is really talented.

"Prepare the data report and I'll go to the company right away," Wang Jian said

He hesitated about last night.

So, he said, "the new york times may also set foot in the publishing field. Go and find out the relevant news."

"All right." Tom replied.

Wang Jian went back to the table and ate a sandwich casually.

By the way, I was thinking about whether I would scare others if I published "extreme way and heavenly devil" on the Internet now.

Well

It depends.

PS: Happy Dragon Boat Festival.

Recently, I'm very busy and struggling to write.

All in all, thank you for your support.

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