Chapter 293 They Don't Like You

Wang Jian stood in front of the window at the St. Regis, looking at the Colosseum not far away, bathed in dots of light, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Behind him, a middle-aged Caucasian man kept talking nonstop.

"Mr. Wang, we have invited some writers who have a certain level of fame in Italy, and even in all of Europe, to the new book release."

"Random House hopes you can mingle with them, using some of their quotes for the book's spine."

Wang Jian curled his lip in disbelief at the inefficiency of traditional publishing work.

"They can't even catch up with eating shit while it's still hot!" he critiqued in his mind.

It had been already three full days since Wang Jian arrived in Rome.

Hollywood stars from Los Angeles, Parisian fashion insiders, and other groups adept at clout-chasing had already started their second round of "consolation" for Diana.

Even certain African countries that had received Diana's support had caught on and begun to condemn Prince Charles.