Wang Jian stood in front of the window of the Reggie Hotel, looking at the Roman Colosseum not far away, with a slight frown.


    Behind him, there is a middle-aged white man, who is talking about something.


    "Mr. Wang, we have invited some famous writers in Italy and even all over Europe to the press conference of the new book."


    "Random House hopes that you can socialize with each other and use some people''s speeches to make waist seals."


    Wang gradually turned his lip and felt incredible about the low efficiency of the traditional publishing house.


    "I can''t even catch up with the hot one!" The secret way is in his heart.


    It has been three days since Wang Jian came to Rome.


    Hollywood stars in Los Angeles, people in the Paris fashion circle and other groups who are good at rubbing heat have begun the second round of "sympathy" for Diana.


    Even some small African countries funded by Diana reacted and began to condemn Prince Charles.


    What about yourself?


    I can only visit the scenery of Rome and wait for Langdon, Italy, to prepare for the new book launch.


    Even, he was bored to play "Arcane II" sent by EA.


    Well, although the game is really good.


    As soon as Puyi was launched, it was popular with players because the protagonists could choose different paths, acquire different knowledge, and then generate a variety of skills.


    But even if it could beat Tomb Raider and ancient scroll and become the most popular RPG game in 1996, it was just a pastime for Wang Jian.


    After all, the game copyright has been packaged and sold, and the entity book will continue to bring revenue sharing.


    "It''s not as hot as the recommendation of some writers?" Wang Jian said something in his heart.


    But this is Langdon''s home, not the website.


    And I''m just a writer waiting to publish physical books, not a "technological elite".


    So he stood up and said with no expression, "let''s go."


    After passing by Sarah''s room door, Wang Jian hesitates for a moment and finally chooses to give up.


    Compared with the meaningless parties among writers, he believes that it is more important to master more female writing skills.


    Moreover, the author of "my gifted girlfriend" will definitely refuse such gatherings.


    He shrugged and went to the banquet hall of the hotel with Langdon''s staff.


    "This is... The writers'' party?" Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Jian felt that he was dreaming back to the middle ages.


    Huge and brilliant dome chandeliers, dazzling silver tableware, and a band playing old-fashioned classical music.


    He took a look at what the guests were wearing, including tuxedos and classic skirts...


    "shit! Wait, Audrey Hepburn won''t show up. Can you tell me that Roman holiday is actually being filmed here? "


    Wang Jian asked himself that he had attended several writers'' parties in the United States.


    Although compared with the ordinary party, it is not so noisy, quiet as if "upper class society".


    But no matter how high-class it is, it will not become the salon model of Paris?


    "Mr. Wang, let me introduce you." The deputy editor in chief of Langdon, Italy, shook hands with a middle-aged white man and said with a smile to Wang Jian.


    "This is a descendant of Mr. Conan Doyle and a writer."


    Sherlock Holmes?


    Wang Jian was surprised and shook hands with the other party.


    But unexpectedly, the white man casually perfunctorized Wang Jian, and then turned to continue to talk with the deputy editor in chief of Random House.


    He didn''t say hello to Wang Jian until he left with his glass.


    "This is the granddaughter of Agatha Christie, who has published three works so far."


    "This is Mr. Wang, a best-selling writer from the United States," he said with a smile


    "America, Bestsellers?" The lady, who was wearing a similar Palace Dress, gave Wang Jian a smile.


    Then she handed the white gloved hand to Wang Jian.


    Wang Jian looked at each other''s hands and was slightly stunned.


    This is...


    do you want to kiss your hand?


    Do these writers really regard themselves as aristocrats?


    "Fuck, I''m a billionaire anyway. There''s no need to be wronged."


    He pretended not to understand each other''s attitude and held out his hand.


    This action surprised the female writer and the deputy editor in chief of Random House.


    As a result, the descendants of the famous writers after that even more ignored Wang Jian.


    "I''m the protagonist in the new book promotion, right?" Wang Jian was holding the dinner plate, looking at the men and women dancing not far away, a little speechless."They don''t like you as much as they don''t like me." A male voice sounded in Wang Jian''s ear, "they think they are Dumas, and they will inherit the literary talent from their ancestors."


    "The funny thing is that those books are rubbish and can''t be sold at all."


    "They began to propagate that literature is noble and should not please the public."


    Ah?


    So sharp?


    Wang Jian looked around and found that he was a middle-aged man.


    "Christopher," the middle-aged man introduced himself with a smile, "in a sense, we are still rivals this year."


    Rivals? Europe?


    Wang Jian looked at each other and began to turn his brain.


    A moment later, he finally remembered.


    This year''s science fiction Hugo awards, the American Writers Association launched its own "abnormal.".


    The British writers'' Association, launched "the fatal magic.".


    And the author of that book is the man in front of us.


    "Don''t mind their attitude," the British writer raised his glass with a smile. "They look down on all the writers who sell well."


    Wang Jian looked at each other''s back as they left, and his brows wrinkled deeply.


    So, I wasted three days of precious time just because of these wine bags?


    He put down his glass and began to look for the deputy editor in chief of Langdon, Italy.


    It can''t be over like this!


    "Sir, the deputy chief editor is in the smoking room." A waiter said to Wang Jian.


    Wang Jian nodded and walked quickly towards a small room.


    Just, the smoke shrouded appearance, let him a little flinch.


    "I came here to know that the Autobiography of Princess Diana was authorized to an American bestseller writer!"


    "Besides, he''s Asian!"


    "Your father, isn''t he friendly with Princess Diana''s father? Why didn''t you get the authorization? "


    "I''ve heard Prince Charles has plans for a divorce, so I''m going to try to get the authorization later."


    "Did you miscalculate this time? What about the Asian


    "Well, the scandals of Princess Diana and Prince Charles often happen. After a while, the public will forget. "


    Wang Jian nodded helplessly at the door of the smoking room.


    That''s what he''s most worried about. After all, the public memory is short-lived.


    "Mr. Wang," said the deputy editor in chief of Langdon, Italy, from behind him.


    "You were just looking for me. What''s the matter?"


    But before Wang Jian could answer, he began to dance excitedly.


    "Good news, Mr. Wang!"


    "Princess Diana, oh, No." He quickly changed his words. "Ms. Diana announced that she had asked Prince Charles for a divorce!"


    “what？”