American Fortune Life

Between April 2006 and June 2006, Andy spent almost two months in the villa, except for a visit to the WGA Screenwriters Union.

If there is anything more astringent about a movie-reduction novel at the beginning, when he finished writing the sleeping magic spell, he seemed to have found the trick, inspired, and mastered the text more thoroughly, which undoubtedly increased his confidence. So over the past two months, in addition to eating and fitness time, almost every day and night, the Dark Fairy Tale has been published and the Game of Hunger has been copied, along with the outlines of five screenplays.

The purpose of his trip to the WGA Screenwriters' Union was to hand over five script syllabuses to the union for safekeeping, to pay a fee to protect his global copyright, and to avoid a car crash by a movie company. Even with the butterfly effect, it was difficult to guarantee the emergence of a similar concept and use the rules to stand undefeated by the union's record keeping.

As for the original writers of the last life, I'm sorry, that's not Andy's concern.

There is no justice in this world. Copying plagiarism is nothing for money and fame. Shameless? Andy can only hey hey now. Whoever brings himself back to life, no matter who the passing fairy or the Western God has given him, cannot fail to use these strengths to swallow all the resources at his disposal.

As for the writer profession, Andy is not interested right now, because the writer's position in the film industry is really low, and the Great Strike of '08 is a good example, although he is also a registered writer of the Screenwriters' Union, and the work is just a part of his novel adaptation script.

Screenwriters are just trying to get him through the gates of Hollywood, and he's never gonna make a living. Half a million famous writers a year don't give a shit!

Ding-dong.

A few minutes later, when the door was slammed open, a plain, middle-aged Chinese woman appeared in a booze with a slightly distracted look and asked in surprise and confusion in front of Karl, the fat man who leaned on the door frame: "Mr. Vincent, how did you drink like this? ”

“Andy... Is Andy home?” Carl pushed away the woman's help and swayed into the villa, screaming loudly in her mouth.

“Hey, MAN! What time is it? What are you doing here?” Andy, who had just finished fitness and wanted to take a shower, heard a scream, walked down the second floor, saw a drunk agent, and was not angry to ask.

Looks like he's about to get drunk and Carl sees Andy walking over, his awkward body seems to have become sensitive, and he hugs Andy a few steps forward and screams with a cry: “Andy, I'm fired! That fucking bitch smashed my client away and accused me of harassment. I'm fucked! ”

Andy rolled his white eyes and pushed Cal away, crying, holding him down on the couch and saying in Chinese to the sitting babysitter: "Aunt Liu, get him a glass of ice water. ”

“Don't you dare call me that, sir. Call me by my name! I'll get it right away.” Liu Yan panicked and even waved. The “foreigner" employer, who spoke Mandarin more than he did, called himself his aunt or was not comfortable with it.

Looking at Liu Yan's panicked back, he shrugged his helpless expression.

Liu Yan immigrated with her daughter. Originally, she opened a restaurant in Huaxia. She made a good chow dish. Although her daughter's son-in-law was middle-class, there was no financial pressure, but because of the language, it was really hard for her to spend all day at home. All of them signed up for work at the intermediary.

Fatty Carl went around to find Andy a babysitter who could cook Chinese food. She saw her information and took her to Andy's house. Liu Yan saw the villa situated in a wealthy neighborhood. Her heart was very frightened. She was afraid that her language problems would become an obstacle to finding a job. But when she met Andy, Andy talked about it as a standard common language. She was truly surprised, and the big boy who watched Qingxiu in front of her was a lot more friendly. When Andy said that he was from a quarter of Chinese people, this made Liu Yan feel like he met his compatriots and calmed down.

The next interview was no problem, and after a while of communication, the two parties decided on the employment relationship after understanding each other's basic situation.

I took the ice water from the nanny and stuffed it in Carl's hands, who was still crying, and I couldn't take a hard shot at him.

“Hey, man, almost done! It's not over, it's over, it's over, sooner or later. Told you to watch out for your secretary. ”

“Cough... Cough, damn it, you take it easy!” Carl rubbed his painful shoulder, drank a sip of ice water, almost choked, looked at Andy's expression of happiness and happiness, “hey, wipe, I shouldn't have looked for you, trying to get comfort from your mouth is simply impossible! ”

“Oh, you do know me. You take it for a reason. The rules of the office are bound to go wrong. It's only sooner or later!” Andy sat on the couch, curling Jiro's leg, looking at Karl obliquely, and laughing at the corner of his mouth.

“CCA is clean up and down! You can come out. You can take a shower and get some sleep. I have something to tell you tomorrow! ”

“Ah? Little Andy, you're not gonna fire me, are you? You're all I have now. You can't leave me!” Something terrible seemed to have occurred to me, when drunk, fat, red faces grew white and a grieving death pounced over Andy on the couch.

“Fuck off, you fat fuck, I'm not gay! I'm not gonna fire you. Shit, that's annoying. Okay, stop messing around. Go wash up and sleep.” Andy was so angry, he slipped on his stomach and looked at the fat guy lying on the carpet with all his backs, he didn't have the energy to turn around and walk to the second floor.

Nothing to say overnight.

“I didn't expect you to get up earlier than me, Carl.” Andy sat down at the table with a smiley expression, looking at Carl, who was feeling better, and nodded to Nanny Liu Yan: “Morning, Aunt Liu. ”

Without waiting for the two of them to speak, he continued in a grunt tone: “Enough crying? ”

Looking at Carl, who rose to his fat face, he said to Yan Liu, "Aunt Liu, can I have some beef for breakfast? I need a good nourishment and my body is a little weak. ”

“Okay, sir, I'll fry you a plate of fried beef, you wait.” Liu Yan put bread, milk bacon and fried eggs on the table and smiled at Andy's request.

Andy looked at the beef out of the refrigerator and started to get busy. Liu Yan was a little speechless. All he wanted was fried veal, which turned out to be fried. Luckily, his cigarette machine made him do it, otherwise the whole villa would be filled with the smell of smoke.

Karl on the other side began to sweep the food off the table, like a starving baby.

“Hey, you fat fuck, eat less, it's my breakfast!” Andy snatched a plate of food and roared out loud.

“Cut, cheap bastard!” Carl mumbled with bread and bacon in his mouth.

Andy punched his eyes and kept telling himself not to be seen like this fat fuck.

Breakfast ended with Carl watching Andy eat, “Okay, fat fuck, come to the study, I have business to tell you.” Andy wiped his mouth with a napkin and slapped his stomach satisfied.

Carl walked into the study with no anger, and Andy called him fat and he had no objection. After the two sat down, Liu Yan sent two cups of coffee.

Andy took a sip of coffee and took the Dark Fairy Tale book out of the desk drawer and threw it in front of Carl.

Carl almost sprayed the coffee out of his mouth, and he was excited to put down the cup in his hand and look at the script with a hot eye.

“Oh, my God, I'm not dreaming, am I?” Looking at Carl already overexcited, Andy drinks coffee calmly.

“Oh, my God! Little Andy's got another piece!” With the script, Karl danced with his hands and feet full of excitement.

“Okay, okay, sit down and say it.” Andy picked the eyebrows, "a book used to complete the contract with Lenovo Publishing. ”

After a long breath, Carl showed a relieved look on his agitated, reddish face: “I know, I knew it, Andy, you won't let me down, I'm right, you're a genius, you've always been... Andy, you've really changed a lot. ”

“Everyone will change, I'm just mature, and I won't be lost in the future, wandering, and I'm not who I was anymore.” Andy waves, "well, let's not talk about it, and after I close with Xuele Press, I want to set up a company to manage all the copyright and business operations of the book, and I don't have that much time and energy to manage it, and I want you to take care of it for me. ”

Carl's lips trembled slightly, his eyes slightly red, his eyes stared at Andy, and finally he sighed: “Really, thank you, Andy, although I'd love to help you with everything, I'm afraid I'm limited. ”

“When did you become a mother-in-law? This isn't the Carl I know. You tricked me into Hollywood for better development?” Andy couldn't help but frown.

“You're not worried about me again, are you, Calvin? You can rest assured of this, you see...” Andy threw the Hunger Games manuscript on the table again, "this is a novel I put my hopes up in, and I'm sure it'll be at the top of the top of the list! ”

“Okay, okay, ha-ha-ha.” Carl had a dirty smile on his fat face, his hands held the two manuscripts dead, seemed to have something in mind, and his saliva was pouring out.

“Well, put Hunger Games down first. Here's a check for 100,000. You go register your company and rent your office, and the name of the company is Mockingjay.” Andy retrieved the manuscript from Carl and put it back in the drawer, taking out a pencil sketch, and handed it to Carl in the movie Hunger Games with his winged Mockingjay badge open in the flame.

Karl looked at the bird on the blank paper, spreading its wings in the flame, and read the word under the pattern softly.

“mockingbird! ”