Wang gradually stood in front of the window of the St. Regis Hotel, looking at the Colosseum not far away, under the light of the lights, his brows furrowed slightly.

Behind him, there was a middle-aged Caucasian man, who was talking non-stop.

"Mr. Wang, we have invited some well-known writers in Italy and even in Europe to come to the book launch. ”

"Random House hopes that you can socialize with each other and use some people's speeches as a waist cover. ”

Wang gradually pursed his lips, feeling incredulous at the inefficiency of the work of traditional publishing houses.

"You can't even catch up with the heat when you eat!" he said secretly in his heart.

It had been three days since the king had come to Rome.

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

Even some small African countries that had been financed by Diana reacted and began to condemn Prince Charles.

And what about yourself?

I could only visit the scenery of Rome, and by the way, I waited for Langdon, Italy, to prepare for the book launch.

Even, he was bored playing "Arcane Constellation II." sent by EA.

Well, although this game is really not bad.

As soon as Pu was launched, it was very popular with players because the protagonist could choose different paths, gain different knowledge, and then generate a variety of skills.

But even if it surpassed "Tomb Raider" and "The Elder Scrolls" and became the most popular RPG game in 1996, it was just a pastime to pass the time for Wang Yan.

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

"With such a big popularity, it's not as good as the recommendation of some writers?" Wang gradually scolded in his heart.

But this is Landon's home field, not the website.

And he is just a writer waiting for a physical book to be published, not a "scientific and technological elite".

So, he stood up and said with a blank face, "Then let's go." ”

Passing by the door of Sarah's room, Wang gradually hesitated, and finally chose to give up.

Rather than a meaningless reception between writers, he believes that it is more important to master more women's writing skills.

Moreover, the author of "My Genius Girlfriend" will definitely refuse this kind of gathering.

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

"It's... Writers' gathering?" Wang gradually looked at the scene in front of him, feeling like he was dreaming back to the Middle Ages.

Huge, splendid chandeliers, dazzling silver cutlery, and bands playing old-fashioned classical music.

He glanced at the clothes of the guests present, and there were actually tuxedos and classical long skirts...

"Shit!Wait a minute, Audrey?? Hepburn won't show up, come tell me that "Roman Holiday" is actually being filmed here, right?"

Wang gradually asked himself, in the United States, he has also attended several writers' gatherings.

Although compared to ordinary gatherings, it is indeed not so noisy, and it is quiet as if "high society".

No matter how "high-class" it is, it won't become a salon model in Paris, right?

"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.

"This is Conan?? A descendant of Mr. Doyle, he is also a writer. ”

Sherlock Holmes?

Wang was startled for a moment and shook hands with the other party.

But he didn't expect the white man to casually perfunctory Wang Yan, so he turned his head and continued to talk to the deputy editor-in-chief of Random House.

Until he left with his wine glass, he didn't say hello to Wang Yan again.

"This is Agatha?? Ms. Christie's granddaughter has published three books. ”

The deputy editor-in-chief smiled and introduced to Wang Jian, "This is Mr. Wang, a best-selling author from the United States. ”

"American, bestseller?" the lady, who was wearing a long skirt similar to a palace, glanced at Wang gradually with a smile.

Then, she handed her white-gloved hand to Wang Yan.

Wang gradually looked at the other party's hand and was slightly stunned.

This is...

Want to kiss yourself?

Do these writers really regard themselves as aristocrats?

"Hey, Lao Tzu is also a billionaire anyway, so there is no need to suffer this grievance. ”

He pretended not to grasp the other party's attitude, and reached out to shake it.

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

As a result, the descendants of the well-known writers who followed ignored Wang gradually even more.

"I'm the protagonist of the new book promotion, right?" Wang gradually held the dinner plate, looking at the men and women dancing not far away, a little speechless.

"They don't like you like me. A male voice rang in Wang Yan's ears, "They think that they are Dumas, who will inherit the literary talent of their ancestors." ”

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

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

Huh?

Is the evaluation so sharp?

Wang gradually turned his head to take a look, and found that the other party was a middle-aged man.

"Christopher," the middle-aged man said to himself, smiling, "in a sense, we're still rivals this year." ”

Opponent Europe?

Wang gradually looked at the other party and began to turn his brain.

After a moment, he finally remembered.

At this year's Science Fiction Awards, the Hugo Awards, the American Writers Guild launched its own "Anomaly".

The British Writers' Guild, launched "Deadly Magic".

And the author of that book is the person in front of him.

"Don't mind their attitude," the British writer smiled and raised his glass, "they look down on all the writers who sell well." ”

Wang gradually looked at the back of the other party leaving, and his brows furrowed deeply.

So, because of these wine bags and rice bags, I wasted three whole days of precious time?

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

This can't just be the end of it!

"Sir, Mr. Deputy Editor-in-Chief is in the smoking room. A waiter said to Wang Yan.

Wang gradually nodded, and walked briskly towards a small room.

It's just that the smoky appearance made him a little discouraged.

"I came here to find out that Princess Diana's autobiography was actually authorized to an American best-selling author!"

"And, I'm still Asian!"

"Didn't your father get along with Princess Diana's father? Why didn't you get this authorization?"

"I've heard that Prince Charles is planning to get a divorce, so I'm going to find a way to get authorization later. ”

"You've miscalculated this time, haven't you? Cheapened that Asian?"

"Hehe, the scandal between Princess Diana and Prince Charles, it happens a lot. After a while, the public will forget. ”

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

That's what he fears most about happening, after all, the public's memory is short-lived.

"Mr. Wang," at this moment, the voice of the deputy editor-in-chief of Langdon, Italy, sounded from behind him.

"You were looking for me, what's the matter?"

But before Wang gradually could answer, he danced excitedly.

"Mr. Wang, I have good news for you!"

"Princess Diana, oh, no. He quickly changed his words again, "Ms. Diana announced that she has filed a divorce request with Prince Charles!"

“what？”