Chapter 38 - I Read Your Book And Got Clean (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“What’s Dunbar saying? Chinese?”

“It sounds polite, right?”

“Is there a translator here?”

At this time, the man on the broadcast was translating the words of the Chinese literary guest.

“Hmm, it is indeed polite words.”

However, why did the Chinese guest look so glum at this moment?

In the next second, the female translator translated Dunbar’s words.

“What’s the matter?”

“Just this?”

“Who are you to tell me what to do?”

Everyone was stunned.

“Was the translation was wrong?”

However when they saw that the famous guest’s face turned red as he spoke.

Everyone realized that this was really an argument.

Dunbar had a confused look on his face as he thought, ‘I was being polite, why is this old man so anxious.’

The Chinese guest also fought back in English.

At this time, a few men in suits and sunglasses appeared in the crowd and said to Dunbar, “Mr. Dunbar, you are a suspect for falsifying online data, please come with us.”

Everyone was stunned.

“What the hell is this?”

“Why are the police here?”

Dunbar did not dare to be arrogant in front of the police.

Dunbar settled his emotions and said, “Okay, I’ll go with you for the investigation.”

The commotion seemed to end just like that.

Awards party at night.

Fang Yuan and Stephen King became the focus of attention.

It was found that the rankings for Dunbar’s “Ghosthand” were falsified and related to two editors of Penguin Publishing.

This caused a sensation on the internet.

As a result, “Ghosthand” was also removed from the website.

Fang Yuan wrote two of the top three books while Stephen King was the author of “Carrie”. Before this book, Stephen King did not have any other famous works.

The two of them held a glass of red wine and clinked it with each other.

“Mr. Fang Yuan, I really admire your imagination to be able to write such groundbreaking works that I’ve never seen before.” Stephen King praised him.

Fang Yuan drank a sip of wine and said, “Stephen, you and I are both writers. Since we managed to cross paths, I consider you my friend and brother. You’re also older than me, so there’s really no need to be so polite with me. Just call me bro or Fang Yuan.”

Stephen was flattered because he did not get any recognition from anyone thus far in his writing career.

He had submitted hundreds of manuscripts, none of which had been approved by an editor.

Stephen was only slightly famous now because of this book, but his future was still unknown.

Usually, many writers would run out of inspiration after publishing a book, and would not produce anymore great works.