Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 171 - 169 Miller’s Gratitude

Although Wang Jian always thought that those who were keen on attending these chaotic costume parties were insane,

in front of millions of US dollars, playing the role of a madman wasn’t really a big deal.

Moreover, he actually found the double-breasted tuxedo of the male protagonist from "Arcane Throne" in a Manhattan store that specialized in costume party attire.

Ugh...

Wearing such attire in real life should be considered an early stage of madness, but perhaps there was still time to save him?

Once he learned that the store owner had paid the licensing fee, he added another performance achievement to the website without hesitation.

Although Wang Jian had officially become a multi-millionaire through paid readings, licensing fees, and website profits,

he was still a long way from those huge tycoons who harbored love for the ordinary people and established private "charitable" foundations for all sorts of weird and wonderful things around the world.

"Only with enough money can you look at the world, in order to better dodge the IRS, and then become even richer."

"It’s really quite ironic."

"What did you say?" Tom glanced at Wang Jian, asking in confusion.

"Nothing." Wang Jian changed the subject, "Why isn’t Jack Dorsey here? Isn’t he keen on such parties?"

"His girlfriend has come to New York." Tom replied, "Seems she also came with a classmate named Larry Page to inquire about starting a business and seeking investments."

"I guess, they’ll come to visit you tomorrow through Dorsey’s connections."

"Seeking investment?" Wang Jian frowned, "Is it also internet-related?"

Tom laughed and shrugged, "Nowadays, ninety percent of those seeking investments are from the internet sector."

"Ha." Wang Jian nodded with a smile, "Since Netscape and hotmail went public, this industry has completely gone mad!"

"However, Dorsey’s girlfriend." He pondered for a moment, "We should meet her at least."

"After all, it’s quite remarkable that he managed to find a girlfriend."

The two thought about Dorsey’s situation and burst into laughter at the same time.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Tom." Miller and Naomi’s agent, upon spotting them, immediately greeted them with a big smile.

It was this very man who had turned his two newcomers into somewhat famous TV stars.

And he had finally moved beyond being a low-level agent to become a mid-level agent at CAA.

Moreover, from the current situation, it seemed the other party was gradually immersing into the TV industry.

Thus, maintaining a good relationship could even lead him to become a senior agent at CAA, or even a partner.

"Uh-huh." Wang Jian nodded and waved his hand nonchalantly, "No need to pay special attention to us."

The agent wisely turned toward a corner and walked over to one of his actresses.

"See that young Asian there, your target is the white man next to him," the agent told the actress, "If you succeed, I’ll get you a speaking role in a movie."

The actress, dressed as Ms. Marvel, looked in Tom’s direction, took a deep breath, and walked over with a glass of wine.

The agent then joined Miller and Naomi, who were chatting, "Wang is here, over there."

Naomi, wearing a black Gothic long dress, glanced in that direction.

"Miller, I’m relying on you."

Miller nodded, walked to the center of the living room, and tapped his glass.

As everyone quieted down, he pointed to the clock on the wall and said with a smile, "Getting the news of your own TV show’s success right before turning 24 couldn’t be more wonderful!"

Miller glanced at the slightly surprised guests and continued, "Since I graduated from high school and decided to become an actor, people kept telling me, ’Miller, stop dreaming!’"

"Indeed, the first two years were very tough. I’ve worked as a salesman, a waiter, and almost became a homeless man..."

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Miller became quite emotional, "So, I understand the struggles of the actors at the bottom, seemingly glamorous but still worrying about their next meal."

"So, I didn’t inform everyone about my birthday, just to save you all some expense."

"Ha ha." Everyone raised their glasses and toasted to Miller.

"Of course, everyone has to make a wish on their birthday." After responding to everyone, Miller continued, "My wish is for everyone to achieve their dreams just like I did."

"And, I want to take this opportunity to thank Mr. Wang Jian."

"Thank you for giving me the opportunities with ’Prison Break’ and ’Prison Break Special Forces.’"

"Let’s all toast to this respected gentleman."

Everyone looked towards Wang Jian, and the word "producer" simultaneously came to mind.

Uh...

Wang Jian glanced at Tom, who was being whisked away by a woman, and then at everyone finishing their drinks.

He reluctantly picked up his glass and sipped gently.

"I hope everyone is having fun and, by the way, happy birthday to myself!"

Miller snapped his fingers at the DJ, and the music started playing.

However, just as things wrapped up on Miller’s end, Wang Jian found himself in big trouble.

Various actors, both men and women, kept coming up to ask, "Sir, may I sit next to you?"

Damn it!

It’s a birthday party!

Tom was lured away by a girl, and he couldn’t leave early!

He reluctantly looked at the clock; only fifteen minutes had passed!

Actually, random encounters like in a bar weren’t something Wang Jian minded.

But these people clearly wanted more...

"Ah, why can’t it be simple!"

Just then, Naomi, dressed in a Gothic black long dress, walked over.

"Wang, I actually want to thank you too for the opportunity with ’Prison Break.’"

He looked at her and felt that dealing with an acquaintance was better than engaging in pointless conversations with strangers. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"Your acting is great, you would have made a name for yourself eventually."

Naomi, with her flaming red lips, gently swirled her wine glass, "If it wasn’t for ’Prison Break,’ who knows when that would have been?"

"Maybe by then, I would have given up."

Just as Wang Jian was about to reply, someone else came over, "Sir, may I have this dance with you?"

"Sorry, I don’t dance," he responded irritably.

After that person left, Naomi chuckled lightly, "Annoying, isn’t it?"

"What do you think?" Wang Jian picked up his glass and took a big gulp.

Naomi whispered, "My apartment is right next door. Why don’t we go there first and come back when it’s time?"

Go to your apartment?

Wang Jian looked thoughtfully at Naomi.

But in just that moment, someone else came up to chat.

"Okay." He nodded, feeling it would be easier to deal with one person rather than so many.

Naomi touched her lips with her finger, "Then let’s quietly slip away."

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