Writing Web Novels In America

The door slammed.

Will be sleeping Wang gradually suddenly wake up.

Looking up at the alarm clock at the head of the bed, "7:40."

He sighed, slowly put on his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Looking at himself in the mirror of the bathroom, he was silent.

At present, it seems that the body with 180 height, symmetrical figure and elegant appearance should be the only welfare for the crossing.

A month ago, he was still working on three shifts of assembly line in China.

But when I woke up, I came to New York City in 1995 and became a 17-year-old Chinese teenager named Wang Jian.

Thinking about the memory of the original owner, he could not help feeling a big head.

He was abandoned by his parents when he was a child and moved between many foster families.

Because of personality, environment and other problems, he could not integrate into the society normally. Finally, not long ago, he was sentenced to 50 days of community labor for theft.

In addition, in the process of working in the community, I met my current roommate, al.

A black guy who follows an unknown hip-hop singer in the Bronx.

I haven't even been to the police station in my last life. How can I cross this kind of person?

That's all. But what's going on in America?

The United States has never paid attention to any chance to get rich in its life.

"Hey, Wang, this is the address of the new restaurant. Go and have a try." A small black man with dirty pigtails leaned out his head and said to Wang Jian, "it's al who introduced him."

"Thank you," Wang Chien said after hitting al. "I've been punctual lately. I come back at 7:30 every morning."

"I can't help it. The boss I'm following is about to make a debut." "Now I'm in every nightclub to get popular and get in touch with people," Al said

"Well, I went to sleep. I have to go tonight. "

After that, he shook his hand and yawned toward the bedroom.

Wang Jian looked at the note in his hand and shook it gently.

In slums dominated by black people and Latinos, Chinese people have to ask for help to find a job as a waiter.

If it wasn't for his parents, who were a middle school student at most, he would have wanted to sneak back.

Wang Jian came to the living room while thinking.

After two slices of bread, he put on his coat and walked out of the dark apartment.

The weather in New York in April is still a little cold.

In the open space not far away, some drunkards are sitting on some cement pipes, drinking the wine left over from last night or just bought today.

In some small hutongs, there are some tramps, including addicts, people who have failed in marriage and investment.

Most of them are men, and a few are women.

Even the gangs in the slums are lazy to rob them. They mainly rob each other

At the end of the street corner, there are several Cadillac SUVs, in which comes the sound of chanting sutras.

They are the owners of the slums, the real gangsters.

At the moment, they are waiting for business to come, while enjoying their favorite, cocaine and gangster rap.

Wang Jian walked a few steps away from these people. By the way, he calculated in his heart how long he would have to finish the community work, and then stay away from here.

After a while, he came to a restaurant.

Wang Jian checked the address carefully, took a deep breath, pushed open the door of the restaurant and went in.

"Who are you?" Asked an old white man.

"I'm introduced by Al for a job as a waiter." Wang Jian said quickly.

"Oh, Al introduced it." The old man's face showed a little embarrassed look, "I thought it was black, that can also shorten the distance with customers."

Black?

Pull in distance?

Wang Jian still had a little luck in his heart. "Can Chinese Americans also get closer to their customers?"

"Most of the Chinese Americans have gone to Chinatown. The rest have gone to Manhattan. How many people come to the Bronx?" The boss scoffed.

After that, he took out three $20 bills and handed them to Wang Jian, saying, "I'm sorry."

Wang Jian didn't want to take it, but after thinking about it, why not?

Is it the other side who doesn't admit themselves because of their skin color, and it's not their own reason?

Just a few words, recorded, go to court to sue racial discrimination can win.

It's perfectly reasonable to accept compensation.

So he took the money, and without saying anything more, he turned and left.

On the way back, he began to calculate.

You can't leave the Bronx until you finish the community work.

And 50 days of community work means that they have to stay here for two months.The rent for the apartment is $500 a month, and living expenses are cut to the extreme, about $300.

So the money cost to complete the community labor is $1600.

His own savings are $2100.

Among them, most of the savings are due to community labor.

So when community labor is over, there's only $500 left?

Can't you realize your dream of university?

Even the cheapest community college can't get down without a few thousand yuan.

In the future, is it possible to be a waiter, a courier or something?

While thinking about it, Wang Jian walked back to his apartment.

Sitting on the sofa, he thought about how to make money quickly.

Of course, it's the exception of breaking the law.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Jian sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, I was a poor man in my last life, but I am still a poor man in this life?

Fixed body asked, I fell into thinking.

He scratched his head hard, ready to have a rest and think about what to do in the future.

So he picked up al's cartoon on the table.

It is said that this cartoon is quite popular recently.

Wang Jian took a look at the name of the cartoon.

The water walker?

Turn to the first page, the painting style is OK, acceptable.

Keep looking.

The story of the cartoon is: a child named Arthur curry, with the blood of Atlantis, has many super powers, the most powerful of which are related to water.

Then, he uses these super powers to fight against high-tech pirates, whalers and other villains, and then to protect the world.

After watching it for more than ten minutes, Wang Jian was silent.

This cartoon does not study the origin of superpowers and protagonists like hard science fiction.

There is no Hollywood blockbuster like that, dazzling skills and fighting atmosphere.

Before Wang Jian thought about it, when he was in the crowd and no one else knew what I was good at, I quietly pretended to be X.

It's just fake big empty shouting, protect the world.

Then, human beings all over the world kill the villain with the protagonist, and the whole play ends.

That's it?

Popular?

Wang Jian couldn't help thinking of the net text he had seen in his last life.

Although I can't remember the specific plot of those net articles in my mind, I probably know some of the routine.

You have to have an adventure at the beginning.

The most important reason is the process of making faces.

When a fiancee quits her marriage, becomes a husband, and her daughter lives in a dog house, it has to be arranged.

Then the protagonist gets angry and starts to counter attack.

In the process of counter attack, we need to hit the face crazily, with different patterns, with small faces, but also with old faces.

That's cool.

Just thinking about this, several long rows of bookshelves suddenly appeared in Wang Jian's mind.

A book has appeared at the bottom of the first shelf.

When he looked at it, he saw that it was a yellow book with a thick cover.

Wang Jian picked up the book in his mind and saw a few big words written on it.

"I am the great mage"?