American Fortune Life

Carl was really a little out of his mind, and he couldn't understand where Andy's anger came from, bothering his puppy, just something that every celebrity had to accept and adapt to, but Andy showed a little overreaction.

“Hey, Andy, what's wrong with you? Didn't you have paparazzi when you first became famous? I thought you'd adapted a long time ago, and now you're acting a little too angry, and that's exactly what you wanted?” Carl asked in a strange tone.

“I... Well, I don't know what's going on. Maybe a little anxious. Forget it.” Andy felt the power of his body dissipate all of a sudden, unable to spit, and asked depressingly.

“You'll get used to this life! I have an appointment with them and will be conducting an assessment with the organizers shortly, and you will be required to participate in the final negotiations.” Carl hears Andy confessing his life and feels funny in his heart. It's really corrective.

“Okay, it's okay. I'm hanging up. Shit, a bunch of bitches!” Andy scolded unwillingly.

After decisively hanging up the phone, Carl couldn't help but shake his head and smile cheaply at the phone, "What a child's temper, it's just that, this is just the beginning, how could I miss this opportunity, who can't get past the knife? ”

Finished, found a number and called, “Hey, Richard, are you guys really interested in signing Andy and putting out a record for him? Sure, I'll take care of everything, and I'll tell you... ”

“Pfft."

Andy threw the gossip magazine in his hand at the dining table and looked at the scattered newspapers and magazines on the table, which, although not his front page of several major newspapers, also accounted for a great deal of other pages.

Andy looked up and sighed. He couldn't believe the ethics of the journalists. The headline made him stare when he saw it. It was really going to kill his rhythm.

“This is a real headache, these damn puppies turned over all the old Andy dead pictures, these big newspapers are tougher, the coverage is very detailed, the hundreds of millions of dollars in them are scary enough, how the fuck did I not know I had hundreds of millions of cash! ”

He picked up the sandwich on the table depressingly and bite it hard. At breakfast, Liu Yan's eyes were silly. The look at the monster was really freaking me out.

These reports, although there are no specific figures for the sale of copyrights in the Talent Show, almost all describe him in terms of the youngest billionaire, thanks to the general figures revealed by UK Independent TV insiders and the deliberate hypocrisy of the NBC.

This excited Americans, summed up through various stories, it was a typical American dream, a high school student wrote a novel for publication, left New York to go to Los Angeles, and after two years of silence, did not give up, relying on perseverance, achieved success, and proved his talent while also gaining spiritual sublimation.

It seems to have scratched the itch of mainstream American society, and the number of bloggers and newly registered Facebook fans has begun to grow at an alarming rate under the constant blow of media coverage.

Of course, those gossip tabloids, for the sake of sales, turned over all the embarrassing and negative stories from Andy's silence in the two years and sold them again, and those stories were so fucked up.

Fortunately, all these successes came from his own efforts, without relying on the support of his family, which left some of the wealthy without hating him and without darkening their families.

After a breathtaking breakfast, open the curtains, the fence of the villa is surrounded by more than a dozen journalists, some of whom have been squatting for several days, the rest are new this morning, see that this is going to run out in front of his door.

He took out the phone in depression and called Carl, "Hey, what's going on with the company? ”

Carl, holding a cigar, leaned comfortably against the boss chair and remembered the reporters outside the company this morning, couldn't help but grin: “What can I do, it's good, now that our company is famous, there are several TV stations and production companies calling to buy copyright, and that good voice and non-sincere idea I have released, I'm sure someone will come to the door soon. ”

“Shet!” Andy scolded himself, he shouldn't have asked him, he had to have reporters around him all day, "you do the company thing, how's the game company thing? I bought it for about the price, and I'm leaving LA after the takeover to find a place to hide. ”

I heard Andy whispering with a grudge, and he said, “I just got in touch with Nelson, and we're going to San Francisco tomorrow. Besides, the good news is, I hired you two bodyguards from Blackwater. After all, you're the youngest billionaire. Safety first! ”

When he heard Carl's words, he stayed and finally laughed helplessly, "Do as you please! I'm hanging up. ”

This time the story is naturally stronger than the last time, the young billionaire, can imagine how it will work. Andy's parents, though they know his son's creativity sold tens of millions, still stare at the content of the newspaper.

“Our son is a billionaire now? Or the youngest? Hundreds of millions of dollars in cash?” Li Wanqing squeezed the newspaper a little silly, pointing her finger at the photograph of her son in the newspaper and asked.

“Sort of, but I heard Nelson say, as if he'd bought all the Apple stock.” Auston had calmed down from surprise, and the first time he saw the paper, he called Nelson and got a more accurate picture.

“My son is amazing, I need to call him right away...” Li Wanqing woke up from shock and rushed out of her phone with excitement.

Auston watched his wife scream and talk to her son on the phone without a word, picked up the newspapers and magazines on the table and began to look around, and smile across his mouth to show that he was also very happy and proud.

Shocked to move into their new home in Los Angeles, Komatsu and Sunset Rice suddenly became genius writers and the youngest billionaire.

“Honey, are you telling me this is true?” Evening rice suddenly asked.

“Oh, it's all been reported. How could it be fake? It's clearly written in the paper, isn't it? It's just unexpected that the gap between what he used to be and what he is is now is a little big, and there's such a lame past.” Soon after Gao Xiaosong was surprised, he eased his mind and laughed at a gossip magazine with an embarrassing photograph of Andy.

“Well, really, I used to be skinny, mainly because it made people feel so depraved!” Mi chucked her face again and looked at it, commenting.

Two people, you start talking about my sentence, and as a new friend, I'm still curious about Andy.

The American media, from paying attention to Andy's music to the current wealthy storm, seemed to admire Andy as a handsome, talented and golden young man.

God, the girls were almost attracted to his perfect body and that handsome face with a charming smile, and more importantly, so rich. It's just a little piece of fresh diamond meat, and it's three feet long.

The American public basically appreciated Andy's assessment, and as for the discord in the Low Valley, there was no excessive harshness, no one younger, but because Andy was able to get out of the Low Valley and reach a new height of admiration, as you all know, a new idol was born.

And the figurine creator Carl, Xuele Press and NBC, independent TV stations are all happily insane, this time with great success, Carl became a hotshot figure, Xuele watched the sales increase of the digital joy blossom, and the show with the stories spread around every corner, the visibility once again greatly increased.

The real biggest beneficiaries were drenched in the gym, waving sweat, swinging the sandbags left and right with no skill in the holster, making a dull banging sound. The power's starting to get a little kinky. He feels like he can easily blow up a sandbag.

After the outburst, the unscrupulous outburst, Andy took off his boxing holster and threw it aside, picking up a bottle of mineral water from the lounge chair and drinking it.

Heartfelt coolness made him vibrate for one, breathe turbidity, wipe the sweat off his face with a towel, look at the sandbags still shaking, “It's time to find a coach, it's so boring to beat him up like this! ”