Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 194 - 192: The Eve of the Roadshow

March 3, 1996, a breezy morning.

In front of the Hilton Hotel in Manhattan, the number of police officers was already comparable to New York’s New Year’s Eve celebration.

It was said that this was ordered by New York City Mayor Giuliani, who personally instructed the police chief to make the arrangements.

As car after car drove in, Wall Street elites residing in the Upper East Side began appearing here in batches.

Inside the venue, representatives from Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley were engaged in animated discussions with the invited investors.

Tom, also one of the organizers, stood somewhat awkwardly to the side.

"fuck, is this still the United States I know?" Tom muttered to himself, "Why does it seem like most people here have known each other since childhood?"

"The Chairman of NASDAQ, Mr. McDonnell, has arrived," someone whispered.

The representatives from Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley exchanged glances and quickly pulled Tom toward the main entrance of the venue.

"Uncle McDonnell," Lehman greeted with a smile.

"Mr. McDonnell," the representative from Morgan Stanley and Tom also quickly greeted respectfully.

"Hmm," a middle-aged white man glanced at Tom and nodded reservedly.

Only after seeing the representatives from Lehman and Morgan Stanley did his expression become more animated.

"Lehman, you’re doing well," McDonnell patted Lehman’s shoulder, "You would make your father proud."

"And you," he then turned to the representative from Morgan Stanley, "You should be getting a promotion at Morgan Stanley this time."

McDonnell looked back at two young men, "You should interact more with the young people on Wall Street, and not always be so arrogant just because of my relationship."

"Yes, father," the two young men answered respectfully and then engaged in conversation with Lehman and the representative from Morgan Stanley.

Tom watched as the Chairman of NASDAQ, McDonnell, walked away and saw Lehman and the representative from Morgan Stanley surrounded by people; he tactfully stood in a corner.

"It’s okay, Tom," he comforted himself, "Just like Wang said, as long as they invest money in us, that’s enough."

At that moment, three figures appeared at the entrance of the venue.

The slightly chaotic venue suddenly quieted down.

"Is that... Mr. Stephen King?"

"Following him are George Martin and Neil Gaiman?"

The young investors who were just discussing investments rushed toward the entrance.

Even McDonnell, who had just left, seemed to turn around and come back.

These three famous authors seemed accustomed to this situation.

They politely smiled and exhibited an "unapproachable" demeanor.

Until they spotted Tom in the corner.

"Mr. Tom," Neil Gaiman approached first, "Where is Wang? We need to talk to him."

"Wang is in the backstage, getting ready," Tom hurriedly replied. "Gentlemen, you can come with me."

"Patience is a virtue," Stephen King smiled as he shook his head, "We’ll meet with Wang after this ends."

He thought for a moment, then added, "Tell Wang he looks a bit like Hemingway on TV."

Then, these three renowned authors walked into the venue.

They maintained a polite distance from the Wall Street folks flocking to them.

For authors who had been famous for many years, this was a basic skill.

After all, Stephen King was the author who wrote the world’s first novel about a fan kidnapping a celebrity, "Ten Days of Danger."

It was said that he had personally experienced this.

At that moment, everyone on Wall Street realized that the owner of Twitter was not just an ordinary founder of a company like Netscape or Yahoo.

Just as they were scrutinizing Tom, another person walked into the venue.

"Mr. Tom," the vice president of EA followed by his subordinate, approached.

"Here is the game disc for ’Arcane Throne 2.’ We hope Mr. Wang can give EA some feedback."

EA?

If we talk about ordinary businesses being in a weaker position towards Wall Street.

Then, following the gradual decline of Yalid, the gaming industry’s new dominator, EA, was in a strong position.

Mainly because... video games were making too much money!

Just as the people of Wall Street were about to crowd around and ask if EA needed investment, the vice president slipped into the venue like a catfish.

"Should we ask Tom to introduce us?" someone asked, "Even if we can’t get an investment into EA, perhaps we could get Stephen King’s autograph."

At that moment, several more figures walked in.

"Ha, Mr. Tom," someone patted Tom on the shoulder, "Twitter’s promotional effect is great, the sales of ’Arcane Throne’ comics have started to increase again."

"Indeed, the sales of ’Prison Break’ video products are also on the rise."

"Alright, I admit that the demand for ’Prison Break Special Forces’ has also increased."

Tom looked at the three people and smiled.

"Wangwen.com is enjoying its partnership with Dark Horse Comics, Netflix, and HBO."

"Ladies and gentlemen, there are many Wall Street investors here who might be of help to your ventures."

"Hehe," another male voice came, "For companies, ultimately, the product is more important."

"Mr. Tom, representing Apple Computers, I invite Mr. Wang to attend the product launch on March 17 in Silicon Valley."

"Tim Cook," Tom shook hands with him, "Has Apple’s new product development been completed?"

"Yes," Tim Cook proudly nodded, "Apple’s new product development was designed by Steve Jobs and specifically handled by Wozniak."

"Lehman," whispered Madoff’s eldest son, "What exactly is this website that Goldman Sachs Investment is involved with?"

"How does it feel like it covers a very wide spectrum?"

Lehman looked at him a bit surprised, "If they don’t know, I can understand, since everyone’s focus is on Southeast Asia."

"But how do you not know? Isn’t your Madoff Foundation based domestically?"

"Hehe, the Madoff Foundation." A calm middle-aged male voice appeared at the venue.

Just as attention had shifted to Tom due to the continuous appearance of big names from non-financial industries,

It quickly shifted back with the new arrival.

"Mr. Buffett," Lehman and the representative from Morgan Stanley quickly walked up.

Buffett nodded slightly and then gave Madoff’s sons a look full of ambiguous meaning.

"Mr. Buffett," greeted the two notoriously frivolous financial heirs, rushing to salute the famous "Oracle of Omaha."

Buffett smiled warmly but...

"There’s a feeling of what Wang Jian said, not wanting to offend you, yet not wanting to be too connected to you."

"Tell Steve Jobs, I am very interested in his Apple since his return," Buffett said to Tim Cook.

"Of course," he turned to Tom, "I am also very interested in Wang and his wangwen.com."

This chapt𝓮r is updat𝒆d by (f)reew𝒆b(n)ov𝒆l.com