Chapter 211

Flushing, in the office.

Wang Jian just hung up on Mr. Stephen King.

Then he let out a long breath.

Although because of the special situation, I have known the announcement of the Writers Association through the media.

But the procedure that should go, still need to go.

Stephen King, as a promoter, came to ask himself if he would like to join the writers' Association.

Of course, I also informed him of the time of the next regular meeting and the news of the ceremony to be held for Wang Jian.

"The initial membership fee of 50000 US dollars and the annual fee of 20000 US dollars should be the highest in this kind of association?"

"No wonder there are only 200 members of the official Writers Association who don't drink enough coffee," Wang said to himself

Then he shook his head.

"But the influence of these people is totally beyond the ability of the association of reasoning writers and the association of realistic writers."

To refuse the invitation of this association is to offend the strongest force in the United States and even in the whole western literary world.

Especially when the other party has made an announcement.

"No writer has ever turned down an invitation from this association?"

While drinking coffee, Wang Jian whispered to himself.

He doesn't feel bad about the tens of thousands of dollars of spending.

It's the establishment of the writers' Association, which is even more exaggerated than the establishment of Goldman Sachs for itself when it was going public.

The key point is that Goldman knows that person is fake.

But the writers' association thinks that this is true!

It's very embarrassing, ok...

"I'm not Hugo. I can make friends with the big figures in the political and commercial circles for the publication of Notre Dame of Paris!"

Wang Jian clicks the mouse and enters twitter.

The topic of "Wang Jian, listed for literature" has already appeared at the top of the list.

"Wang," Tom pushed open the office door and handed him a fax. "It's from time."

"They want to have an exclusive interview with you about the literary dream."

“holly shit！” Wang Jian murmured.

I'm the biggest shareholder of twitter. I'm a paper rich man with hundreds of millions of dollars!

"Why do the media dig deep into the specific wealth of other" technological elites "

"When it comes to me, the focus of the media is so strange!"

"Er..." Tom hesitated, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV in the office.

"I also think the heat is abnormal. After all, writers are not Hollywood stars. "

As he switched channels, he continued, "I've probably inquired through insiders."

"Which insider?" Wang Jian asked casually.

"He was the project leader of CBS when shooting prison break." Tom looked up at Wang Jian. "You don't know each other because you rarely appear on the set."

"OK..." Wang Jian took a sip of coffee to hide his embarrassed expression.

"What did he say?"

"It's the inside story of some TV media." Tomton for a while, slowly opening: "as the most powerful three wireless TV network, do not attack each other, is the hidden rule of that line."

"But NBC obviously violated this rule in the live broadcast."

"Although it didn't have a particularly big impact, crossing the line is crossing the line."

"However, because Viacom group is behind it, NBC is in a strong position among the three major wireless TV networks."

"ABC had no choice but to retaliate immediately, but to use some means to resolve the discrimination crisis."

"But ABC's top management is very dissatisfied with NBC's behavior."

"What does it have to do with me, with this?" Wang Jian stared at Tom with a puzzled look on his face.

"NBC may also be aware of this, so with the ABC hype method, to change to show affection." Tom made a "don't worry" sign and went on.

"But I don't know what the reason is. In this case, the major shareholder communication that should have been carried out has not happened."

"Viacom group, there has never been any action."

"So ABC continued to hype the current hot spots to express its dissatisfaction."

"As for CBS..." Tom shrugged and said with a smile, "they may also be facing the fate of being acquired by Viacom."

"Now the top management of CBS hopes that ABC and NBC will have a media war."

ThisIs that why I report on time on the news of the three major wireless TV networks?

"Fuck, what if NBC never apologizes? This matter has been dragging on like this? "

"Or the influence will continue to expand, causing media tycoon Lei Shidong's personal involvement." Tom shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "or, we have to wait until the next news hot spot with great influence appears."

"Shit Wang Jian looked up at the TV screen.

At that time, the image of their own writers will have to be deeply rooted in the hearts of ordinary Americans!

This is a thing that ordinary writers can hardly hope for.

But I'm a billionaire. I should be with sunshine, beach and beautiful women!

"You say," Wang Jian pointed to the TV screen, "if this person's device collapses, what will happen?"

"Continue with this exposure, Wang, you will be Michael Jackson in the hearts of literary lovers."

Tom changed his serious expression and continued, "country and rap fans may not like Michael Jackson's works."

"But they have to admit that among the singers, Michael Jackson is the most famous!"

"Just last year, you know the intensity of Michael Jackson's smear because of skin color, children and other issues."

"Apart from the actions of some forces, many music lovers spontaneously participate in them."

"Although the number of literature lovers is far less than the number of people listening to pop music."

"But most literature lovers like to write something..."

"even a large number of gossip reporters are not so interested in music."

"They discredit Michael Jackson just for publicity."

"But..." Tom said with a wry smile, "there are journalists who don't call themselves writers."

So, are you being put on a shelf and baked slowly on the fire?

"James..." the corner of Wang Jian's mouth shook slightly and said hatefully, "is this what he said about win-win?"

He is ready to pick up the phone, dial each other, in order to end the matter as soon as possible.

But did not expect, at this time the office phone, ring up.

"Mr. Wang, I have an outside call for you." The sweet voice of the company's front desk rang out in Wang Jian's ear.

"The other party claimed to be the founder of Yahoo, Mr. Yang Zhiyuan."

Huh?

I seem to have nothing in common with the famous founder of Yahoo, right?

He hesitated for a moment and said, "come in."

"Hello, I'm Jerry Yang." A gentle male voice said from the phone, "you are one of the founders of twitter, aren't you Wang Jian?"

"Hello, Mr. Yang." Wang Jian asked suspiciously, "what's the matter, please?"

"Ha ha, I just heard about the launch of twitter when I came back from my holiday on a private island."

Yang Zhiyuan sent out a burst of slight laughter, "the same Chinese, but also because of the Internet reasons, early completion of financial freedom."

"I'm just a little curious about Mr. Wang."

What are you curious about!

The most important thing for me now is to get in touch with James and get rid of this inexplicable person.

Otherwise, Yang Zhiyuan can buy a private island and go on holiday.

And I can only put money and energy into endless literary career.

"Wang Jian, this is a typical Chinese name." Yang continued: "why don't you take an English name? That way, it will help to better integrate into the mainstream society of the United States. "

Er...

Wang Jian didn't know how to answer this question.

He can't say that when he just came across, the poor were almost unable to eat, and he didn't think about it at all.

It is not convenient to change the title after getting the first pot of gold through I am the grand master.

After all, the writer's name can attract some regular readers.

In a sense, it's valuable.

"You remind me of Mr. Wang An," Yang Zhiyuan sighed at the other end. "He also refused to use his English name or even his own name to name the company."

"As an entrepreneur, inventor and pioneer in the computer industry, Mr. Lao has made it possible for the mainstream of the United States to adapt to himself."

Yang Zhiyuan's voice began to sink. "After that, no Chinese can make this achievement on the land of the United States."

"I admire Mr. Wang an very much, too," Wang Jian said as he went on the phone and looked at his watch.

If it weren't for the impoliteness of hanging up directly, he would have no time to deal with the billionaire on the other side."Yes, Wang." Yang Zhiyuan continued, "when will you come to Silicon Valley, I'd like to introduce you to the charity associations in Silicon Valley."

Charity associations?

How much does it cost?

Wang Jian began to think about the reasons for his refusal.

But Yang Zhiyuan continued, "we Chinese are ethnic minorities in the United States."

"Because of our racial character, we don't have a strong backing in the United States."

"So, Wang, take part in more charity activities."

"We need a small amount of money to get a solid base."

"In this way, one day in the future, because of skin color, we will not be in a very unfavorable situation."

"For example, AOL wants to buy Yahoo."

Huh?

Wang Jian took a sip of coffee in disbelief. "I've never heard of this before."

He is about to ask for details.

You can not care about anything else.

However, Wang Jian was very concerned about being robbed of wealth.

But I didn't expect that Yang Zhiyuan, who was opposite, suddenly had something wrong.

"Wang, this is my contact information." "When you come to Silicon Valley, remember to contact me," he said in a hurry

This...

you told me that you might hang up after losing your wealth?

“shit！” Wang Jian secretly scolded, "if you don't figure out this, don't want to sleep tonight."

Instead of putting down the receiver, he called Lyman.

"Lehmann, what happened to AOL and Yahoo?"

"Goldman Sachs, should also be one of the shareholders of Yahoo?"

"Oh, you said AOL." Lyman was stunned for a moment before he realized it.

"Before, AOL wanted to buy Yang Zhiyuan's shares in Yahoo."

"But then, with the support of Yahoo's technicians and the interference of some factors, this plan was rejected by Yahoo's major investors."

"External factors," Wang Jian was a little dissatisfied, "what exactly do you mean?"

"Stanford mutual aid is not directly funded by Stanford University, but it can't cover up the tuition," he said

"Most of the students it funded came from the computer department."

"Because of the relationship between Stanford and Silicon Valley, it is called the cradle of Silicon Valley employees."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Jian took a sip of coffee slowly.

Before Yahoo went public, there was such a story.

"Think of danger in times of peace, think of danger in times of peace." While reciting this idiom, Wang Jian considered his own situation.

Yang Zhiyuan graduated from Stanford University and started his own business in Silicon Valley. He was barely able to get involved with this organization.

But what about yourself?

I didn't even go to a community college, so I went to Silicon Valley to donate money to some charitable organizations.

Then, do you expect these organizations to support themselves like Yang Zhiyuan?

Wang Jian shook his head and said, "don't dream!"

You know, not long ago, Lehmann, who had always been happy with his cooperation, put himself together because of his interests.

And the reputation of Stanford is no better than that of Wall Street.

At the critical moment, will they stand out for an "outsider"?

Please, I'm neither a Stanford graduate nor a Jew.

So which group has influence and regards him as its own?

"Mr. Wang, a famous writer, Dan Brown, announced that in order to support the announcement of the writers' Association, the latest novel angels and demons will be published on the website."

Because Wang Jian had been busy answering and making calls, Tom, who was sitting in his chair and reading the newspaper, said with a smile.

"Dan Brown, the writer community?" Wang Jian murmured to himself, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.

Isn't this your basic set?

...

in the office of the Los Angeles Writers Association.

Many writers are frustrated because the impact of the strike is getting weaker and weaker.

"Turn off the TV," a young screenwriter said dully, "that voice is so annoying!"

"Look at the level of solidarity among the top writers, and then look at ours?"

"In fact," another writer pondered, "many of these top writers have been part-time screenwriters."

"Stephen King, George Martin and so on."

"Are we..." he looked at the people around him and didn't finish what he said.

"But Wang has never been a screenwriter. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to paste it like this? " There is doubt.

"Who said he had never been a screenwriter? Look at the news. It's obvious that the screenwriter of the second episode of" abnormal "is Wang.""What if the standard of the second episode of" abnormal "is bad? People will question the professional level of the Writers Association. "

The most prestigious screenwriter took a look at the audience. After a moment, he said, "let's have a look tomorrow at the standard of the second episode of" abnormal. "

"If it's above the standard, we can also announce that this Asian American writer is a senior member of the writers' Association."

"I just hope that this kind of heat rubbing behavior," sighed the old writer, "can make the public pay attention to the writers' strike!"