Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 186 - 184 Worth It

At night, at the Hilton Hotel in Manhattan.

Wang Jian watched the guests coming and going, feeling slightly out of place.

In this banquet hall, only a minority were people of color.

Furthermore, there were more Asians than African.

"Wang," Tom patted Wang Jian’s shoulder and pointed in another direction of the hall, "PayPal’s Elon Musk."

Wang Jian looked up, puzzled, "Based on what I know about him, shouldn’t his political inclination be with the Democrat Party?"

Just then, Musk also looked up and around.

Seeing Wang Jian, he paused for a moment.

Then, he squeezed out a somewhat unnatural smile.

Wang Jian calmly raised his glass, signaling to Musk from afar.

"And you don’t mind his actions?" Tom’s voice was a bit cold, "If it weren’t for wangwen.com, he’d still be looking for small banks everywhere."

"Mind?" Wang Jian turned his head and glanced at Tom.

"Essentially, we and Wall Street are both splitting his profits."

"Elon Musk is just resisting a bit, that’s all."

Tom was taken aback for a second upon hearing this.

"But..." Wang Jian said with a smile, "that kind of thinking is pretty American."

At this moment, the whole hall suddenly fell silent.

The star of today’s banquet, the current Mayor of New York City Giuliani, made his way to the center of the stage.

"Thank you all for coming," the middle-aged Caucasian man scanned the room, "and for caring so much about New York’s charity work."

"Before my tenure as mayor ends, I want to make a small contribution to New York’s low-income earners."

"My wife’s charity foundation will begin medical aid for the low-income population in the Bronx District."

"A charity fund?" Wang Jian sneered, "How’s the Mayor’s approval rating, does he have hope for reelection?"

"During his first term as Mayor of New York, there was a noticeable improvement in public safety," Tom replied: "According to the latest public opinion polls, he has a high chance of reelection."

"However, compared to the previous Mayor Dinkins, he is less popular with the African group."

"So, using aid to the poor as an excuse, he can both boost his approval rating and make money, and in the end, also raise campaign funds?"

Wang Jian curled his lip, "He really is a clever man, isn’t he?"

By now, Giuliani’s speech had come to an end, and the venue erupted with applause.

Wang Jian handed the check he had written to Tom, "We’re also walking the charity fund’s books."

After Tom left, a man came up to Wang Jian.

"Are you the owner of Twitter?"

Wang Jian turned around to see that the man was a cool-hairstyled Caucasian.

This was... real estate tycoon Donald.

Thinking about how he once used the man to generate buzz, Wang Jian felt a bit embarrassed.

"Your Twitter is really interesting," Donald casually took a champagne glass from a server’s tray, "Asian man, sell Twitter to me."

?

What did he say?

Wang Jian felt that it took a moment to process that.

"Twitter belongs to the media, and you are Asian," Donald shrugged, "10 million US Dollar, sell it to me."

Just then, a coughing sound arose beside the two of them.

"Mr. Donald, your remarks have already bordered on racial discrimination."

The real estate tycoon frowned and looked over, "Oh, it’s Jeff Bush."

"How’s your father’s health, can he hold out to see a second President not get reelected?"

Jeff Bush shrugged, "I’m living in New York, not by my father’s side."

"Why don’t you go ask my brother instead."

"George Bush?" Donald murmured softly, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Wang, come with me," Jeff Bush said, no longer paying attention to the other man. "George is in the VIP room."

Yet the distinct real estate tycoon did not back down. "Asian, how about twenty million US dollars?"

"Don’t mind him," Jeff Bush said without looking back.

"Donald doesn’t have the guts to follow; his position within the party," Jeff shook his head, "is nowhere near George’s."

Nonsense, a real estate tycoon, Governor of Texas, they couldn’t possibly be politically equivalent.

Wang Jian followed Jeff at a leisurely pace, his mind beginning to ponder.

What was the Governor of Texas’s reason for seeing him?

Surely, it couldn’t just be to make friends!

Probably... something to do with campaign funds?

Wang Jian smirked, trailing behind Jeff Bush.

"The taxes saved from the charity fund aren’t enough to feed these politicians."

After passing through a long corridor, the two arrived outside a room.

Jeff knocked on the room’s door, "George, I’ve brought Wang."

When the door opened, Wang Jian saw a young white man resembling the former President Bush.

Uh...

Of course, in a way, this man looked more like a monkey.

"Hello, I’m George Bush." He reached out his hand to Wang Jian. "You must be the Wang that Jeff mentioned."

"Yes, Mr. Bush."

"You are one of our Republican Party’s few supporters in the internet sector," Bush said offhandedly as he invited Wang Jian into the room. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

That’s not it...

I simply asked Republican congressmen to help with the charity fund’s tax exemption.

How did that make me a Republican?

But before Wang Jian could finish his inner commentary, several figures caught his eye.

Those were... a representative from Morgan Stanley, a representative from Citibank, and Lehman from Goldman Sachs.

Wang Jian turned to look at George Bush, seeing the gracious Governor still speaking politely.

"As a banner for the Republican Party in the internet industry, we will certainly uphold the interests of wangwen.com steadfastly," he said.

"Mr. Wang, please take a seat," he said, pointing to a sofa.

"By the way, all of these gentlemen are very enthusiastic about investing in the internet and hope to help more young financiers achieve their dreams."

"And Mr. Wang happens to be in the internet industry."

"Haha, you all know each other, and it will definitely benefit each other’s careers."

Looking at the three people seated in the chairs, Wang Jian didn’t choose the slightly lower sofa.

Instead, he found another chair to sit down on.

Then, Jeff Bush’s voice was heard, "George, Giuliani has finished his speech."

"You should go and meet with the other side now."

"Oh." George Bush stood up, "I’m sorry, it seems I won’t have time to discuss the internet economy with everyone today."

"Please, go ahead," the representative from Citibank stood up and made a gesture.

Without looking at the others’ reactions, George Bush hurried away.

Accompanied by a whiff of alcohol, another person arrived in the room.

Wang Jian looked closely and saw it was none other than the founder of PayPal, Elon Musk.

He stared at the three representatives for a moment, then turned his gaze to Wang Jian.

After taking a deep breath, Musk approached Wang Jian.

"Mr. Wang, after PayPal’s investigation, wangwen.com has been identified as a significant payment terminal."

"We think..." Musk’s expression twisted a bit. "Offering 15% of PayPal’s shares is completely worth it."

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