After Wang Jian published the compressed British version of "Empresses in The Palace" on the website all at once.
At that ti, the first working day of 1996 had already passed.
Wang Jian looked out at the pitch-black night sky, "How did it get so late without realizing?"
He picked up his coat, greeted the staff on duty outside, and then headed back to his apartnt.
However, the book review section was unusually quiet; there were neither requests for more updates nor discussions about the plot.
About an hour later, soone posted a ssage, "Is anyone watching?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just saw Anne trying to get closer to the king by seducing a noble!"
"I saw her coming back from France."
"Is the rest of it any good? So many updates all at once; hope it’s not just padding like other novels?"
"No, no! The pace is so intense, I’ve hardly been able to catch my breath."
Soon enough, the book review section returned to calm.
And the website’s on-duty technicians, a bit surprised, pointed at the backend data.
"This book has broken the record for simultaneous readers?"
Another technician looked at his watch subconsciously, "Record-breaking at three in the morning on a workday?"
"Which book held the previous record?"
"It was also one of Wang’s, ’Extre Heavenly Demon.’"
The two technicians looked at each other and then towards Wang Jian’s office.
"Isn’t that a bit too exaggerated?"
That morning, around seven-thirty, the first topic appeared in the Twitter discussion area.
"I finished it! It got more and more intense, especially toward the end, I was drenched! Clarification: my eyes were wet."
"Sa here! At first, I thought it would be like ’Prison Break,’ with n revolving around a woman.
Turns out, it felt pretty satisfying to see the won outsmarting and eventually crushing the scumbag."
"Exactly! Henry VIII valued his power and succession the most, so let him not continue it!"
"I rember a sister ntioning running naked, now that he’s updated everything at once, are you really going?"
anwhile, in an apartnt in Brooklyn.
Molly had just finished reading the novel.
Honestly, for her, who had recently beco a "feminist," this book was clearly more to her taste than "Prison Break."
Anne’s intelligence and skill were obviously several levels higher than the protagonist of "Prison Break."
Molly rubbed her reddened eyes, ready to log into Twitter to discuss the plot properly with her sisters.
But as soon as she logged on, she noticed people frantically ntioning her and continuously sending ssages.
"All the n went naked, sister, you’re not scared, are you?"
Molly glanced at the comnts and then shut down the computer.
"I’m a bit sleepy." She yawned, acting as if nothing had happened.
But once Molly lay down in bed, certain phrases kept echoing in her mind.
"All the n were naked," "Sister, you’re scared, huh?"...
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, feeling a frustration welling up inside her that she just had to express.
Molly opened her computer, logged into Twitter, and started replying to the ntions.
"When did the n do it? Autumn! What season is it now? Winter!" Molly angrily hamred on the keyboard, "Now, find a man running naked in winter, and I’ll definitely join!"
"Not only will I go, but I’ll also run naked outside the wangwen office building!"
"I want that Wang to see how won keep their word."
"Yeah, exactly! If n run naked in winter, I’d join this sister too!"
"And , I’m in New York too! It’s not that we are less than n; it’s just too cold, and the water’s too chilly!"
Molly watched the nurous replies and humd lightly.
"Just because the objective conditions do not allow it! Given the sa conditions, won can do anything that n can do!"
At this mont, suddenly there was an information appeared in the Twitter discussion area.
"Does this... gay person, count as a man?"
The discussion area went silent imdiately.
"I guess... yeah?" soone replied.
"@Molly, do you think so?"
Molly was about to type in the input field: No.
Just as she was about to send it, she bit her lip and then deleted the word.
"Yes," Molly continued typing, "but you have to be in New York, you can’t just pick a place and say you streaked!"
"Oh, I am in New York, Flushing. The website’s office building is less than 2 miles from ."
Molly clicked her toenails, muttering, "fuck!"
"Alright, then you say when? Better when it’s a bit warr."
"One in the afternoon?" the ssage ca back, confirming the ti.
Molly gritted her teeth, "Alright. And the sisters who talked about streaking just now, sign up please!"
Seeing that no ssages were coming, she tapped on the keyboard annoyed.
"This account is tied to the website account, unless you no longer use this account to read books, or I’ll keep sending you ssages."
Then, Molly received about 50 people signing up.
They agreed to et at one in the afternoon and streak together in front of wangwen’s building.
And they also planned to paint the na of the book’s main character, "Anne Boleyn," on their faces.
anwhile, at the website’s office building.
Inside Wang Jian’s office.
"Wang, can you cheer up?" Tom looked at Wang Jian, helplessly saying, "You know representatives from AT&T and Nokia are coming today, and you were still busy until late last night."
"They are not coming until the afternoon." Wang Jian slouched in his office chair, pressing his temples with his index finger.
"I’ll leave the morning’s work to you guys, I need to rest a bit."
Tom and Dorsey exchanged a glance, shaking their heads helplessly.
"Dorsey, sort out the website data, I’ll go arrange the reception," Tom patted Dorsey’s shoulder.
"Alright." Dorsey looked back at Wang Jian, "Is this arrangent okay?"
Wang Jian lay on his desk, gesturing that it was fine.
Ti flew quickly, and soon the clock reached half-past twelve.
Wang Jian and Dorsey were eating while sorting out the docunts.
At that mont, Lehman also pushed open the big door of the office and walked in.
"Wang, there seem to be a lot of won with paint on their faces downstairs."
Wang Jian shrugged, "This is Flushing, these performance artists are not unusual."
"That’s true." Lehman casually sat in the office chair, "Wang, you lead the negotiations later."
"If the talks fail, it’s also good for to step in and have so room for maneuver."
Wang Jian nodded, patting Dorsey’s shoulder.
Dorsey responded with a sound and handed a data file to Lehman.
"Alright, let’s go down," Wang Jian looked at his watch and said to Lehman.
At that mont, Molly pointed to a nearby building, telling the people around her, "See, that building ahead is the website’s office."
"In a while, we’ll run a lap in front of the office building and shout ’Anne Boleyn’!"
Molly glanced back at the won, "This ti, so sisters even invited reporters, we must make an even bigger splash than the n!"
"Are you ready?"
A chorus of female voices responded: "Ready!"
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