Chapter 202

In the morning, in the apartment.

Jack Dorsey pushes open the door and strides to the two opposite.

"Wang, Tom." He held them for a long time and didn't want to give up. "I finally see you again."

"Ha." Wang Jian said with a smile, "it's only a week. Don't exaggerate."

"That's it." Tom added with a smile, "besides, I see your propaganda video, which is also very successful."

"Cut." Jack turned his lips this time. "Do you know what I feel?"

"What?" Wang Jian casually took on a sentence.

"Success is all shit." Jack Dorsey yelled, "just follow the host and yell," Okay, clap. "

"Ha ha." Wang Jian patted him on the shoulder, "OK, go and change."

"Tomorrow, we will be on the stage of NASDAQ."

"You have to be well prepared." Tom said, "you are our bell ringer."

At this time, Dorsey's girlfriend walked into the front door of the apartment.

Jack Dorsey put on an embarrassed look. "I heard it's for a girl."

"Of course." Tom clapped his hands and yelled, "two ladies, another lady is joining you."

Then Sarah and Tom's girlfriend came out of the bedroom.

Looking at the two women dressed in luxury goods, Dorsey's girlfriend was a little surprised.

"Need to dress so ceremoniously?" She looked at herself. "But I don't have these."

"It doesn't matter." Tom's girlfriend came over first, holding Dorsey's arm.

"Wang bought a lot of jewelry for Miss Sarah," she pointed to herself. "I borrowed mine from here."

"It's a pity the size doesn't fit." Sarah took a look at Wang Jian and said with a smile, "later, we'll choose another dress."

Dorothy watched the three women walk into the bedroom. "How can you feel like attending a wedding?"

"Ha." Wang Jian pointed to the wardrobe with a smile. "You can choose your own clothes, too."

...

Leonard took his luggage and walked out of the flight building in high spirits.

His father followed Leonard with a small gift in his hand.

"All right, Leonard." Father walked two steps quickly and came to him.

"Now that I'm in New York, can you tell me where your money came from?"

"Thousands of dollars is not a small amount."

"Dad?" Leonard looked at his father with an aggrieved face. "You don't think I've done anything illegal."

"Illegal?" Leonard's father looked up and down at his son and shook his head.

"At your age, illegal activities are usually initiated by small groups."

"And you... Should not have a small group to accept."

This...

Leonard looked at his father angrily, "anyway, the origin of the money is absolutely legal."

"Ha ha, did others give it to you for nothing?" The father whispered to himself.

"Forget it, I'll give you the money when I get home.

"Take the money and give it back to your friends"

"that's right." The father showed a serious expression, "don't tell your mother about this."

"You have..." Leonard looked at his father in surprise.

Father waved his hand and walked forward quickly.

And Leonard didn't delve into it, because he saw something more incredible.

"Dad, why does that woman have a beard?"

The father followed Leonard's fingers and said, "cough."

"It's not women with beards, it's..."

"men wear skirts."

Ah?

When Leonard looked in that direction, he saw the strong man smile, and then he came towards himself with his thick waist twisted.

Seeing this, father pulled Leonard up and walked out of the airport.

"This..." Leonard felt like he was hit by 10000, "is that New York?"

"By the way, Dad." He thought for a moment and asked, "can we go to the NASDAQ tomorrow?"

"It is said that the torch bearer there is basketball star Ewing."

"Do you really like basketball?" Father remembered that Leonard must buy an NBA Jersey before he came, so he nodded.

"In front of the Nasdaq, wear an NBA shirt." Leonard recalled the agreed connection code and nodded with satisfaction.

"Let's go to the hotel as soon as possible."

...

in the NBC office building in Manhattan.

The deputy director who came from Viacom slowly drank coffee and looked at the information in front of him with tangled expression.

"Well, the writer's personality is just as difficult as that of a gangster rap singer."The proliferation of private life did not affect Hemingway's status at all.

As for Thomas Wolff and his funders, we can imagine the influence of the discord between Wang and the editor of the great mage and me.

Even drug and crime can not affect the image of the writer.

Billy Hayes used facts to show that the public's tolerance of writers is bottomless.

"Well, Simon Schuster's editor in chief," he sighed, "it's an impossible task."

"In fact, the public is a little intolerant of writers." Assistant deputy director looked at the boss with a sad face, can not help but remind.

"Well, what?" As soon as the deputy director's eyes brighten, he stares at each other.

"Readers can't bear that writers are not serious about their works, especially when they love money more than creation." The assistant whispered.

"What's a good breakthrough?" The deputy director thought for a moment and nodded.

The assistant pointed to the computer and made an inquiring gesture.

After getting a positive response, he logged in wangwen.com .

Then, click on the "abnormal biological record" and enter the book review area.

"You see, these readers are pressing for more time."

"Recently, this writer, Wang Jian, has been less updated than traditional writers."

"What did he do?" The assistant whispered a reminder.

"The launch of twitter." The deputy director murmured.

"Going public, in general, means a lot of wealth."

The assistant nodded. "Can you imagine Mozart slacking in composing for wealth?"

"I think... The group of writers represented by Mr. Stephen King will look down on such people."

"Tomorrow is the day of Twitter's launch." The deputy director took a sip of coffee and said, "we can intercept some of them and then arrange some fan interviews."

"In interviews, these fans will express their disappointment with the writer." The assistant added.

The deputy director nodded with a smile, "just find a few more writers and show no shame on this kind of behavior."

He patted the assistant on the shoulder and said, "go to the head of the news department."

"The head of the Ministry of information is arranging an interview with the Olympic torch tomorrow."

The assistant said with a smile, "can we compare the hard work of athletes with the listing of writers?"

"Well." Deputy director nodded, "it's best to arrange a street interview."

"It's more realistic."