With the promotion video ending, the venue fell silent for a mont.
Wang Jian thought about the Diablo promotion he had just seen and compared it with Arcane Throne’s.
He had to admit that EA was on another level in terms of visual detail, storytelling, imrsion, and soundtrack.
The PR manager’s claim that the CG short had consud more funding than all other promotional thods combined seed quite credible.
The reactions of the players at the venue also confird Wang Jian’s impression.
After a few minutes of silence, the crowd erupted with a noise loud enough to flip the roof.
"Holy shit, the backstory seems so grand, and the power-ups seem really innovative!" exclaid the head of the Unicorn costu loudly.
"Yeah, yeah, seems like it could compete with Diablo," the butt of the Unicorn costu chid in.
"Damn, all I care about now is when I can buy this ga!"
"I heard Arcane Throne was a bestseller already; I’m gonna buy a copy as a backstory for the ga!"
A few players dressed as Diablo characters were shouting excitedly.
...
As a yet-to-be-released ga’s promo, its popularity amazed even the loyal fans of Diablo.
This was enough to prove the appeal of the CG short and Arcane Throne.
The staff at EA, upon seeing the audience’s reactions, felt hugely encouraged.
And the Vice President of EA approached Wang Jian, smiling, "I have a feeling our collaboration is going to be very successful."
Wang Jian wanted to give a positive response,
But suddenly, soone shouted, "He is the author of Arcane Throne."
Then, all sorts of extraordinary characters turned to stare at him.
That feeling—
Well...
The press conference was about to start soon.
Due to the high-quality promotional video, many unaffiliated journalists also ca.
However, to be safe, the host still proceeded to select those particular reporters as originally planned.
As the "original author," Wang Jian was naturally the focus of the reporters.
Fortunately, he had morized the answers, so he managed quite adequately.
His responses could be summarized as: being the first writer to have his work adapted into a computer ga was an honor;
He had great confidence in EA’s production capabilities;
The ga version of Arcane Throne definitely wouldn’t disappoint everyone.
After the press conference, a small incident occurred.
A few people held up large signs that read: "Stop wandering around and go update Extre Heavenly Demon."
This caused dissatisfaction among so readers holding the first volu of Arcane Throne, waiting for signatures, leading to verbal disputes.
Luckily, tily intervention by the security guards prevented a major incident in front of the journalists.
This made Wang Jian abandon his idea of strolling around the venue to check out RPG promotion videos from companies like Ubisoft and Konami.
He bid farewell to the staff at EA and left alone, planning to explore Angel City.
Honestly, he just wanted to see if Los Angeles was really as rumored, filled with beauties everywhere.
As a globally renowned company, EA took great care of their partners.
Not only did they provide Wang Jian with a luxury car for easy travel, but they also arranged a showgirl as his guide.
As Wang Jian was leaving, the PR manager reminded him quite bluntly that the guide’s job was to keep him in a good mood.
Well, another result of the reputation of writers in the United States being charming.
Wang Jian turned to look at the heavily made-up showgirl and silently shook his head, indicating no interest.
It’s not that he suddenly turned into a gentleman, but in New York, he had encountered a phenonon known as "cross-dressing fetish."
And showgirls were among the most affected.
Who knew who would be the biggest once everything was taken off?
Once the other person changed into normal clothes, Wang Jian simply made her his driver.
And he sat in the backseat, relaxing while looking at the landscapes of Los Angeles.
Beverly Hills, Griffith Observatory, Getty Center...
Handso n, beautiful won, pleasant climate, not yet so crowded and busy.
Simply in terms of livability, Los Angeles was indeed better than New York City.
At last, Wang Jian bought a sandwich at a well-known sandwich shop in Hollywood.
Then, under the afterglow of the setting sun, he watched the Hollywood sign while comfortably eating.
Yet, as it happened, soone decided to disturb this peace.
Beside the bench Wang Jian was sitting on, a middle-aged white man with a bottle of alcohol suddenly sat down.
Not only did he sip his liquor now and then, but he kept on talking.
Honestly, Wang Jian felt that, in the United States, the number of drunks was definitely higher than back ho.
Even though the population back ho was much larger.
The drunk rambled on about how his submissions were rejected again, and how all the editors must be blind, sparking Wang Jian’s interest.
Were there so many struggling writers in Los Angeles? That shouldn’t be the case.
Thus, he started to chat with this drunk.
Monts later, Wang Jian realized he had made a mistake.
This man wasn’t a writer, but a screenwriter.
His na was Paul Shuering, and he had written a piece about a prison break that repeatedly failed to get accepted.
That sowhat diminished Wang Jian’s interest.
Although ’The Shawshank Redemption’ had moderate box office success, it exploded in popularity in the video market.
This had led to a surplus of similar productions.
Operating on the principle of misleading as many people as possible for his own gain, Wang Jian handed the man a business card printed with wangwen.
He also expressed that this website provided a platform for many literature enthusiasts to showcase their works.
As for whether the other person took it to heart, Wang Jian didn’t really care.
It was just a down-and-out screenwriter, not worth much effort.
As soon as Wang Jian sat in the backseat of the Cadillac, eyes closed in rest, his phone suddenly rang.
After answering, Matthew’s voice ca through: "Sarah has finished her appeal and will leave prison within a few days."
"Got it. When she gets out, have her stay at my apartnt in Brooklyn."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Jian thought about how to arrange things for Sarah once she was out.
She didn’t have any survival skills.
So, should he take care of her?
It felt a bit strange...
Suddenly, he rembered that Sarah wanted to write a piece about escaping from prison.
But Sarah’s writing basics, logical abilities, etc., were seriously lacking.
Wang Jian pressed a finger against his temple.
Forget it, he’d expand the "novice writing guide" he had edited for the website, and hand it to Sarah.
Whether she could write a popular work was up to her abilities.
But honestly, a female author writing novice-oriented literature from a female protagonist’s perspective was quite sothing to look forward to.
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