American Fortune Life

On a sunny morning, Joseph said goodbye to his wife, drove to the company, and after dropping out of the company's operations department yesterday, he joined the security department and had his first client.

He has been a mercenary for several years, has fought many wars over the years, and his hands are bloody. Although he has no guilt whatsoever, he is constantly changing on the battlefield. Any accident can happen, and it is possible that any action will be taken.

He could not have died so early and had a wife and two children to take care of. He eventually decided not to be a mercenary and transferred to the Department of Safety and Security as a bodyguard. Although he earned more without a mercenary, the working environment was completely incomparable.

He was chosen yesterday by customers who had just turned departments, mainly because of his excellent resume, his special forces, his large and small fights dozens of times, and his consistently low profile and reliable personality.

However, after looking at the client profile, he hesitated because he was too young to protect Andy, and in the recent past, there had been too many stories about Andy, and he feared that his rebellion and hormonal spills would cause him a lot of trouble.

Especially since Andy is still a young billionaire and cannot yet understand his temperament, it will not be easy and easy to work in the future anyway.

At the same time, the department manager said a word to remind him, "The client is a famous writer...” Since the scope of the writer's own work has been reduced by a lot, he will not travel all the time. Don't writers like to stay at home? Even business travel should be for a short time, so that he can have a good balance of family. So he promised to come down and keep Andy Smith safe with another bodyguard.

Andy's bodyguards were all chosen by Carl. Age, seniority, and family were his primary criteria for selection. All PASS dropped for young, inexperienced, single, poorly sold people. According to Andy's previously playful spleen, those who protected him must have a steady and patient personality. In a comprehensive consideration, Joseph, who had extensive field experience, and Kenny, who had protected many movie stars, were eventually chosen.

Joseph and Kenny drove from the company to meet Carl at Mockingjay Copyright.

When Andy met them, he was shacklessly hitting the sandbags, simply waving sweat, and the sandbags were thumped by his enormous force. When Joseph and Kenny looked at each other, they saw amazement in each other's eyes, and Andy showed incredible power, nothing worse than the power of their kings, which, after all, took years of systematic exercise to make themselves powerful.

And Andy was so young, the power his body showed simply didn't make sense, unless he was born with the power to think of that possibility, and Joseph and Kenny looked at Andy Smith with a shiver, envy, holding the sandbag and stopping to exercise.

“Andy, you two are in charge of your safety from today on.” Carl handed the towel to Andy, "said Joseph, a Special Forces native with extensive field experience. This is Kenny, who used to be a bodyguard for Cage and Atongo and had great experience. ”

Andy rushed to wipe the sweat off his hands with a towel and shook hands with a smile on his face. "Hello, this is Andy Smith. My safety will be with you in the future. Any advice in the future will be given directly to me and I will try to work with you. ”

Joseph and Kenny had a dark look at each other, and Andy made a pretty good impression on both of them, and as for how temperament and personality really were, it would take some observation later, "Mr. Smith, I'm Joseph, and I'm Kenny, and don't worry, we'll keep you safe. ”

“Oh, that's bothering you, okay, I'll show you the house first, I usually write novels at home most of the time, but lately there are a lot of reporters and some fans out there, Karl thinks I should strengthen my security, and I have this idea, just to be careful, you guys are experts in this, how to do it, what you need to say directly.” From the moment the media exposed his assets, Andy knew he needed someone to protect him. He wouldn't be foolish enough to yell, "Be free, don't be a bodyguard. Your happy life is just beginning, don't want to be easily killed."

Joseph is an offensive expert, Kenny is a defensive expert, and the security of Andy's villa is already under observation when he's out there, and it's a light car thing for them to do, and it's no trouble.

“In addition to the indoor security system, I suggest you install infrared and thermal sensors on the perimeter and monitor all trees close to the street, preferably with two more dogs.” Joseph looked at the serious advice.

Andy feels like he's full of black wire right now, and Nima doesn't need machine guns on either side of the door? Looking ridiculously at Kenny's nod and Joseph's suggestion, he hastily said, "Hey, guys, isn't it that bad? ”

“Boss, although security is good in the wealthy area, your villa is not covered by yard walls, only a low fence cannot guarantee a stranger's entry and we need to have complete control of everything around us.” Joseph explained to Andy patiently.

“I... Hey, all right, you two talk about it. Come on, buy whatever you need, listen to you.” Andy shrugged helplessly and listened to the experts for his own safety.

Joseph nodded seriously and pulled Kenny aside to negotiate the purchase of the equipment. Carl touched his bald head and was very satisfied with the professionalism of the two bodyguards so that he could be assured of Andy's safety concerns.

“All right, Andy, just leave the safety to them. Shall we go to San Francisco? Nelson called to destroy it, and the game company is basically done, and now you're going to sign for it. ”

“GOOD! Great, no need to prepare anything, we're going to the airport now, go now!” With Andy's excitement, the game company's business is finally going to be solved. He doesn't want to wait any longer. The sooner some ideas are made, the better. He has the advantage of time.

Carl was dragged out of the house by hot Andy and squeezed out the door surrounded by paparazzi under the protection of the giant man Joseph into a business car.

Watching paparazzi pounding on the windows like chicken and blood beating at you for the first time, Andy felt the anguish of being a star and some swelling vanity in his heart, and he seemed to love the feeling of being sought after.

“Oh, these puppies are crazy. Andy, you're the hottest news spot right now.” Carl likes this sense of being sought after, and although he is not the protagonist, the protagonist's success is partly due to him and more to the joy and satisfaction he enjoys after this success.

“Oh? What shows are there? Is there an Oprah Talk Show? Can't it be some show with no ratings?” Since the windows of the business car didn't have a special film to block the camera from shooting, Andy had to keep his image with a charming smile and jokingly ask.

“Cough, cough...” It seemed that Carl, choked by something, twisted his head aside and coughed a few times, not looking at Andy's face, afraid to embarrass him.

“What's the matter? Is there a problem?” As the business car rushed out of the paparazzi's circle and speeded away from all the reporters, Andy relaxed and looked at Carl with a weird look on his face and asked blindly.

“You really don't remember?” Carl seemed to have something in mind, his expression grew weird and his face was a little twitchy.

“Remember what? Tell me!” Andy couldn't touch his head any more, and asked angrily.

“It's actually nothing, is that the time you were silent was not often filmed drunk and messed up with messy women, Oprah had publicly criticized you at an issue of book club, saying you were self-absorbed...” The lower Carl said, the less he seemed to want to embarrass Andy and not go on.

“Ha, is that what happened? Why don't I remember?” Andy laughed and touched his nose embarrassingly.

“If you don't remember, forget it. Even if she didn't invite you, NBC's" Saturday Night Live "and CBS's" Allen Show "sent invitations, I think you should go. After all, we are partners with NBC, and CBS is negotiating the copyright of" Don't Disturb "with our company, and they are very sincere.” Carl rushed to change the subject, his eyes flashed a hint of cunning and his mouth foamed and persuaded him.

“Ha, let me be a musical guest at night, shall I? The Allen show is open.” Andy didn't expect the two shows to invite himself, he loved the Allen show so much in his previous life, he didn't think he could be invited to the show now, saying it was fake not to be excited, Saturday Night Live was known as America's First Complete Art, and he was embarrassed to say he was in the entertainment industry.

“You agreed? Great. I thought you were gonna make excuses to push again.” Carl was a little surprised to hear Andy agree to be on the show.

“Cut, what's so surprising is that now that things have come to this point, it would be too fake if I twisted and pinched, and I love this relaxed show.” Andy whispered with a glance at Carl.

“Haha, it should have been like this a long time ago, you should have increased your visibility. Um, after the show, you can sign a contract with Universal Records for the record, and then the Hunger Games will be published, followed by the record, and then you can scramble, run around and promote it. Wow, the sales will definitely increase, and the cute knife will fly into our pockets!” The more Carl said, the more excited he was, the more fat his face kept shaking, and the greedy light in his eyes stared at Andy, as if Andy was a delicious piece of cheese that he wanted to swallow.

“Damn it! What global record? You fat bastard, what are you doing behind my back? You make it clear! And Nima's running around for publicity? Why don't you die! ”

“Ah...” There was a scream in the business car, Andy choking Carl's neck, roaring loudly.