Chapter 242

Flushing, in the office.

Wang Jian sat on the chair, looking at the newspaper in a daze.

Sure enough, as I expected, the last group photo appeared on the front page of major American newspapers.

Fortunately, actress Meryl Streep is more experienced. Before the four ladies came on stage, she put on her sports underwear.

Otherwise, today's national newspapers will be banned!

"Despite attempts by conservatives to sabotage, this feminist rally has been the most successful in recent years." ——The New York Times.

"This is a women's rights rally initiated by first lady Hillary Clinton and reached its climax after the famous best-selling writer's speech. It will surely be recorded in the history of women's rights movement." ——The wall street post.

"A woman kicking down a saboteur and a public figure taking off their clothes on the stage to show their attitude are the two most impressive pictures of this rally.

This represents the attitude of ordinary women and public figures towards feminism respectively. " ——Philadelphia proverbs.

"Mrs. Hillary, Princess Diana, Ms. Meryl Streep and Mr. Wang Jian, I would like to extend my highest respect to you.

You have demonstrated your support for the feminist movement with your actions. " ——Lady.

Wang Jian watched the video of Lily kicking over the strong black man on TV.

Then I looked at the photo given to me by the Royal photographer of the White House.

Although taking photos with celebrities can raise the price.

But this kind of photo...

can't be put on the desktop at all.

"I admire Lily!"

Then there was a knock on the door and Tom came in.

When he saw Wang Jian, he could hardly restrain his smile.

It wasn't until Wang Jian's eyes glared that Tom tried to restrain his expression.

"Wang, it's all worth it." He handed him a document.

"The number of people paying for the website has seen a blowout growth."

"In addition to the female oriented works such as the harem Boleyn's house and the female Pope, even the male oriented works are the same."

Wang Jian rubbed his forehead and took the document.

A few minutes later, he looked at Tom in surprise.

"Is the data accurate?"

"Of course." Tom answered without hesitation.

Isn't that to say that this one off alone has increased his income by more than $1 million?

This is almost equivalent to the price of a cheaper villa in the upper west side.

"There's better news." The smile on Tom's face is more and more brilliant, "Twitter has seen explosive growth since today's opening."

Then, he said teasingly, "Wang, take off a few more times and you'll be on the Forbes list."

...

New York City building, office.

Mayor Giuliani was drinking coffee and clicking on the computer screen.

"So, is this the novel that causes African American" religious discrimination "

"Yes." The assistant nodded his head and replied respectfully, "however, there is a high probability that external forces will intervene in this matter."

Giuliani almost laughed when he thought about the video he had just seen.

African Americans and feminists, who are more democratic, are actually fighting.

That scene is like the African American group during the Los Angeles riots, which collided with housewives and brides to be during the Christmas discount season and the rush to buy cheap wedding dresses.

Giuliani looked at his assistant. "What about the organizers? Have you invited some African American stars to make their stand? "

"Spike Lee and some rappers love to promote racial discrimination because of this kind of thing."

"There should be Democrats in charge of coordination. After all, it's about the Clintons." The assistant paused for a moment, and the expression on his face was a little sad.

"The key point is that it's the women who fight them, not the police."

"These African American stars, too embarrassed to say that they were beaten by women, are they racist?"

It's a bit complicated to hear that Juliani is here.

He never thought that one day, he would despise the weak ability of African Americans to make trouble.

"These niggs ~"

Giuliani, who was conscious of losing his words, stopped to think.

"Don't let it go," he said to his assistant, pointing to the computer. "Take this work called the Pope and recommend some friends who live in Boston."

"Boston is mostly Italian French immigrants, with a strong Catholic atmosphere."

"What's more, it has the title of the Catholic Church of the United States, and it has the closest relationship with the Vatican."

Looking at the assistant who was taking notes, Giuliani thought for a moment and continued: "of course, in order to show New York City's support for feminism, we also need to have a certain attitude.""The lady who appeared on TV, Lily rush, is a check-in officer, isn't she?"

"Yes." The assistant checked the data and confirmed the information.

"So..." Giuliani stood up and photographed her right-hand man, "give her a promotion, a raise, and more exposure."

"I understand." The assistant closed the notebook and left respectfully.

...

at this time, a black man with black pigtails just came out of a luxury villa.

Although facing a capital controlled media group like bet, he seems a little servile.

But in the face of rap singers who are closely related to the street, his title in the street still has a certain influence.

"What's up, boss? Dr.dre Will you voice support? "

The dirty braided man took out a cigarette and took a hard puff.

"These people from n.w.a. never belong to New York, only to Los Angeles!"

"What's wrong with hitting women? Did 2pac ever hit a woman, or Dr.dre Never hit a woman? "

"Didn't they all go to jail for that reason?"

"He didn't agree to come out?" His subordinates looked at the dirty braided man, pondered for a while, and put forward suggestions.

"We should still look for bet, after all, it's at their instigation."

The dirty braided man thinks of his old boss, who was shot on the street because he didn't cooperate with bet.

He shook his head quickly. "It's our fault. It's none of their business."

"What about our brothers? If we don't bail them out, other gangs won't look up to us at all. "

The plait man rubbed his hair more and more disorderly and said, "how much does it cost to bail out all of them?"

"Well, the lawyer said there were too many people." The subordinate secretly looked at the boss, "if all bail out, it will cost at least $300000."

300000 dollars?

The dirty braided man looked at the stolen broken cars and the few goods left.

Suddenly, something came to his mind.

"Does that fellow Asian best-selling author live in the Bronx?"

"It seems... Yes."

"That nigger's name, it seems, is al."