Chapter 253

The office building of bet, in the office of the president.

Robert Johnson, an African American media tycoon, is sitting in his office chair watching the video.

Although not invited, bet reporters went to Al's funeral.

After all, Wang Jian, a recent best-selling writer, is hot enough, and the main character of the funeral is a young African American.

"This is Greenwood cemetery?" Johnson was a little surprised.

As the graveyard with the longest history and the most famous people buried in New York, the price of burial here is quite exaggerated compared with other places.

"This king, for the cost of this funeral, is quite expensive." He sighed and said to himself.

But then Robertson frowned.

Because he found three celebrities buried beside the tombstone.

William C. C. is the founder of the company; Emile Pfizer is the second generation leader of Pfizer; Albert is the famous composer and one of the founders of Juilliard Conservatory of music.

Well, as an African American Gangster, it's hard to imagine being buried here.

But... These three celebrities all have the tendency of the 3K party, and there is even a rumor that in their daily activities, they used to hunt and kill African Americans for entertainment.

"It's really hard to imagine how this Asian best-selling writer got these old money to agree to bury an African American beside them?" The African American reporter sighed.

How do you agree?

Johnson sipped his coffee, but did not answer the question.

If these three people were alive, they would be very happy to see this scene.

After they finish their afternoon tea, they have something else to do.

However, because of the great influence of these three families, this disgraceful family history was deliberately covered up and not known to the public.

In addition to people who have a deep study of history, like myself, they can get a general idea.

Even the white people don't know much about the viciousness of this matter, let alone most of the African poor!

"No! We can't offend these giants! " So much so that Robertson's arms clenched.

Although he didn't like African American gangsters, he was very concerned about the dark history of race.

"Look, Wang is really sad." The African American journalist sighed, "are we blaming him wrong?"

"Even among African brothers, there are conflicts."

"Besides... Stars, sometimes they are too greedy."

Acting school!

Robertson was also shocked by the shamelessness of the Asian American writer.

But then, the Asian American writer in black suit on TV made another shocking move.

He took out a suitcase and opened it to reveal a large green dollar bill.

Those dollars are still very old.

"Sure enough, he is not a Grandet, but he is willing to help his companion's family." The African American reporter sighed again.

Huh?

Does this writer really have the virtue of tolerance and forbearance of Chinese Americans? The location of the cemetery in front is just a mistake?

Robert Johnson still frowned, feeling a strong disobedience.

Until he saw the surprise performance of the family members of the dead, and the envy and jealousy of the brothers of the dead.

"Wait a minute," he turned to the reporter. "This is an emergency. The family of the deceased still lives in the Bronx?"

"Yes," the African American journalist nodded. "After the funeral, the Asian American writer sent a driver to take them back."

FUCK！

This is a poisonous snake!

Or a very good at camouflage snake!

With a lot of old money, what will happen in the Bronx?

It is estimated that there will be news reports tomorrow that the families of the dead will be shot dead.

"No!" Robertson shook his head. "The news won't notice how many people died in the Bronx."

"These people will die in silence!"

hollyshit！ Why do you offend this person and do it so unobtrusively?

Now, he must know the cause and process of the matter.

As a billionaire, he has no financial advantage in the face of this Asian American writer!

Robert Johnson thought about his usual methods.

Equal rights and discrimination of African Americans...

can't offend the three families. Can we say that the family members of the African American dead will be robbed by the same African American?

That oneself will certainly be satirized as, black skin white heart!

He hesitated for a moment, but still called NBC legend reporter.

This Asian American writer doesn't deal with himself now. He just doesn't have enough strength.So, absolutely can't let him grow up!

"Hello, Mr. wood." Robert Johnson rarely did not use the tone of the media boss, "that Wang's matter, how to solve it?"

"The fact that he held a funeral for the dead has greatly dispelled the negative feelings of African Americans towards him."

"It doesn't matter." Wood's voice is very calm, "his foundation, or the writer group."

"Now, we have contacted many affiliated associations to protest against the announcement of the writers' Association."

"As long as the writers abandon him, he will lose the chance to grow rapidly."

"One is always careless." Wood continued: "we only need one chance to get him out of the United States!"

...

at this time, in the office building of flushing.

Wang Jian is sitting in a chair, revising the outline of his new work.

That $200000 is just an idle move.

As for the life and death of Al's family, he didn't really care.

"You say I'm addicted to capital games?" Wang Jian said, "I'll write a book about how to spend money."

If there is anything that can dilute the writers who are both established and established, it's an awkward state of mind.

That must be the only reason to draw inspiration and experience life for new works.

For example, Vladimir Nabokov and his world-famous Lolita.

For example, Polanski, the great director, has already broken the law, and young artists are still defending him.

He is only in the experience of life, to create "red", "blue", "white", so delicate emotional.

"Although these works are illogical and cannot stand scrutiny, they can basically be classified as junk literature." Wang Jian shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "but which writer has few bad works that he can't read?"

"Maybe, because this work is bad enough, it can draw me closer to the bottom writers."

Wang Jian clicks the mouse, looks at the best-selling list of "fog", "Da Vinci's code" and other works, and sighs.

"You can help me make the money that this work should make."

That said, he tapped the mouse and created the name of the new work.

Black bold font: "I am too rich"!