The next morning, at the grand conference hall of the St. Regis Hotel.
Sarah was caressing the hardcover versions of "Harem Boleyn Family" and "Female Pope," and then she looked up at the reporters coming and going.
She couldn’t help but sigh, "Is this the launch ceremony for the physical book? It feels so grand."
Hearing this, the corners of Wang Jian’s mouth curved up ever so slightly.
A physical book launch? Yes.
But such a lively one? That would be completely out of the question!
"Princess Diana, you really need to cooperate!"
He recalled the shocked expressions of those people when they heard the news last night, almost laughing out loud.
Those "noble" authors were sitting together, staring at Wang Jian with resentful eyes.
Wang Jian, however, had no interest in dealing with these people imrsed in old glories and instead turned to consider the treatnt he had in Italy.
Although in so sense, the actions of Italy’s Random had indeed garnered him higher popularity.
But that was an ergency, unforeseeable by anyone.
"It seems that after returning to New York, I’ll have to speak with the editor-in-chief of Random House."
"If all goes the sa way as with Italy’s Random, and I want to publish another physical book on European websites."
"Then the price will have to go up!"
At that mont, the host loudly announced the forthcoming release of the three novels and invited Wang Jian to take the stage and speak.
Wang Jian patted Sarah on the arm and stood up from his seat.
After straightening his clothes, he walked onto the stage with an easeful grace.
...
anwhile, in London, inside Buckingham Palace.
Queen Elizabeth II of Britain, now 70 years old, was staring intently at her son, Prince Charles.
It had been disgraceful enough for him to appear in public with that woman nad Camilla during the world-famous Olympics.
Now, Diana had announced that she wanted a divorce from Charles!
The Queen stood up and turned on the television.
After so consideration, she changed the channel to one more suited to the literary appreciation of the noble class.
After turning up the volu with the remote control, the Queen finally began to speak.
And her voice was so loud that it couldn’t be drowned out by the noise of the television.
"What were you thinking? Do you think the Royal Family has not been embarrassed enough?"
"Now the whole of Britain, no, the entire English-speaking world is paying attention to us, wanting to see a farce!"
"Do you think it’s very clever of you to steal the headlines from the athletes during the Olympic year?!"
"Your Majesty Mother..." Prince Charles, looking at his infuriated mother, suddenly regretted his past actions.
But rembering what Camilla had said, he pondered for a mont and then gritted his teeth, preparing to state his reasons.
"Camilla was my first love, and I never had much affection for Diana."
"Besides, since marrying in 1981, reports about our marital problems could almost sustain a large newspaper company."
"Paparazzi intrusion, wiretapping phone calls, I no longer feel angry about them."
"But after our separation, those gossip reporters even started fabricating various false news on their own."
"Since I can’t avoid being the subject of public discussion, it’s better to split up completely."
"That way, it’s better for both and Diana. Those gossip reporters will have nothing more to talk about!"
"So you an to say that you agree with the divorce?" The Queen, looking at her son, found her hands trembling uncontrollably.
"Yes." Charles paused, "Actually, we should have divorced a long ti ago."
Upon hearing this answer, the Queen sat in her chair for a long ti, unable to speak.
Indeed, she knew all too well that their marriage had been in na only for a long ti.
But if they were to divorce, Charles would beco the first British Crown Prince to divorce.
Even her uncle Edward VIII, who abdicated because he married an Arican divorcée, had not got a divorce!
"Have you considered how much damage this will do to the prestige of the Royal Family?"
"There are already calls for the abolition of the British monarchy."
"Do you think we’re Saudi Arabia or Thailand?"
The Queen said angrily.
"I have already consulted with advisors," Charles responded, "Currently, there is just such a sentint within the country, it hasn’t escalated to a large scale."
"And Diana and I, if we continue to be scrutinized by the dia under a magnifying glass, it will only beco more dangerous!"
"Moreover," he gestured to the newspaper and said, "Right now, the biggest focus is the Olympic Gas, followed by the United States’ Great Commander election."
"These events can distract a great deal of dia coverage for us."
"The public’s attention will be scattered due to the frequent occurrence of various major events."
The Queen was startled upon hearing these words.
She suddenly realized that this incident was not a temporary oversight but had a certain plan behind it.
Camilla...
The 70-year-old Queen couldn’t help but curse inwardly, "That bitch!"
However...
The Queen took off her hat and placed it on the table.
"There’s so truth to it."
It seed, though, that the Olympics were having little effect.
But the upcoming U.S. election would definitely be a dia frenzy!
So, where could one find an issue that could shift the public’s attention away from this scandal?
She tapped on the table with her hand, her eyes inadvertently moving around.
Hmm?
"Harem Boleyn Family," "Female Pope"?
The book release on the television finally caught the Queen’s attention.
Was this young person the Asian author and technology elite who had made a na for himself in the United States?
The Queen watched the TV and pondered for a while before making up her mind.
A dispute between the Royal Family and an author over historical accounts would not cause significant public outrage.
And since that book had already been released in the United States a while ago, it wouldn’t seem overly deliberate.
The key issue was that, after "Brave Heart," the British public generally had a discontent with Arican dia.
And Viacom, being the largest dia conglorate in the United States, was eager to hype up its influence.
"Charles," the Queen shifted her attention back, "take a trip to Los Angeles and reach out to Redstone."
"I’ll contact you with details when you get there."
Hmm?
Charles looked at his mother, a bit confused.
What was the purpose of seeking out the dia magnate at this ti?
But... it seed like his mother agreed?
"Yes, Mother," Charles bowed and quickly left the study.
The Queen, watching the television, struggled to suppress a smile.
"The ergence of this Asian author has indeed solved a major problem for the Royal Family."
"When his book is published in Europe, I must make sure to buy a copy."
"In fact, Mr. Wang’s connection with European won goes beyond these few well-known historical figures," the TV host, smiling at the Asian author, said.
"Yes." The Asian author showed a sad expression, "Lately, I’ve been worried about the situation of a good friend."
"Although she has given the authorization to write her autobiography."
"I believe her condition requires us to postpone it for so ti."
"So, who is this friend of yours?" the host asked curiously.
The Asian author hesitated, but still took out a docunt.
As the cara zood in, the Queen was surprised to see the na on it was Diana!
Author, authorization, Royal Family?
Imdiately, the Queen thought of the origins of Buckingham Palace.
Duke of Buckingham went from a court jester to a greatly respected noble because of Dumas’ "Three Musketeers," which had spread like wildfire across Europe.
Eventually, even the newly crowned King, in order to gain the people’s support, had to change the na of his residence.
So, an author is being allowed to write about a shocking scandal inside the Royal Family?
The Queen paused for a mont and imdiately picked up the phone.
"Charles, don’t go to Los Angeles."
"Go to New York and get in touch with the Asian author nad Wang Jian!"
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