American Fortune Life

Frankly, Andy has never been so tired, even if he's nestled in the study for days and nights.

Ignoring this kind of thing isn't that easy to do, especially in the face of a smart guy who still lets Alan in, even if he has some reasonable answers to his questions at home. De Janeilles took some truth. For example, his previous opinions on various manifestations of death, his opinions on homosexual love, etc. Fortunately, he fooled around with all kinds of obscene and shameless selling, ending the recording of the Allen Show with the laughter of Allen and the live audience.

Andy's humor and wisdom are also greatly appreciated by Alan, especially when he says he views his love affair with XING “I can disagree with the way you live, but I'm willing to defend your right to a different life from mine!” and got a big hug from Allen.

After exchanging phone numbers with Alan, he left the recording hall. At the door of the CBS Los Angeles Branch building, a brand new silver-grey Bentley had been waiting for a long time, Joseph quickly walked to Andy's front and opened the door. Andy sat in the car, took off his jacket, took a bottle of water out of the car's refrigerator and took a sip of breath, leaned against the seat, slightly closed his eyes and remembered what he had said on the recording and found no leaks before relaxing.

Don't say anything about not being nervous, don't really think you can hit a tiger, people are kneeling down, that's a novel. The first time he went on TV for two generations was not nervous. Fortunately, his first appearance ended successfully, thanks to his deliberate and bottomless bragging of host Alan several times, so that she would not intentionally embarrass herself. After all, his previous black history was indeed numerous.

Anyway, today's purpose has been fulfilled, new book publicity, image shaping, black history whitening, the first show on the screen. Drinking water silently in my heart. Although he really wanted to whitewash all his black history, but he also knew that lust was unreasonable, besides, underage drinking, * * and so on was not so easy to forget, especially during this time, his popularity was so high, the vicious fireworks of bad media made the whitewashing road more difficult.

At present, the stains on him can only be diluted with all sorts of successful halos, after all, people are tolerant of the successful. If you don't believe me, Jobs, he has more black history than Americans can forgive, but then again, Master Joe, Joe God, who cares about his cruelty, stingy, fraud and cold blood.

So Andy attached great importance to his writer's identity, and now these novels, Dark Fairy Tales, Hunger Games, and Dream Theft Space, are all the knocking blocks he opened the door to, and he agreed to go on the show, in order to get wider publicity for his new book, so that he would have a stronger halo for genius writers, so that even if something went wrong in the future, people could look at him more leniently.

In the recording process, Andy was not more proud than all the little pieces, the psychotoxic tricks, to be honest, he really didn't know he could sell without shame, but the audience liked it, and all the laughter kept the show in a happy atmosphere.

The cellphone ringtone interrupted Andy's meditation, "Hey, the catalogue is over and he's on his way home. Well, that went well. I'm not nervous. It's mainly Alan who's a good guy. He didn't ask me embarrassing questions. By the way, don't answer the show. Okay, I'm not listening to those reasons. That's it, I'm hanging up. ”

Hanging up the phone didn't give Karl the opportunity to ignore the phone, called the gaming company to ask about the situation, and reiterated the importance he attached to the quality of the game.

“Time is not an issue, what I need is a sophisticated game to make players sigh and work slowly! What? You don't know what it means to work slowly. Well, it's all boutiques from time to time!” Andy flipped a white-eyed hang-up phone and thought about it for a while.

That's all we can do for now. Looking out through the windows, looking at the river's flowing cars and all sorts of passers-by, he reached out and pinched his fist.

In the future, I will have it!

After the Allen Show aired, Carl started following up on the propaganda work for the Hunger Games novel, and he was very determined to hold Andy's thighs, even on his knees, because Andy gave him not only money, but also, more importantly, dignity and status.

I couldn't help but smile when I remembered watching the CAA brokerage company's representative leave his office embarrassed with contempt the other day.

Now he's the target of Hollywood movie companies, the popularity of Andy's novels, and fools know the value of them, especially the first volume of The Hunger Games, which is considered the most valuable IP.

As soon as Carl walked into the building of Scholar Press, he saw McMiller's face greeted with a heap of laughter. He nodded with no expression. He didn't even care how angry McMiller reached out. He looked at the other party's awkward hand and took it back. There was no pause at the bottom of his foot to walk to the elevator. He listened to the other party's compliments along the way. Carl's mouth tipped slightly and his fat body became much quicker. He didn't care how angry Michael Miller would be if he showed arrogance. He felt that it was none of his business. Before, when Andy Po Street, the other party's mouth looked even worse.

McMiller looked at Carl walking into the conference room and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, because his over-repressed anger made him blush, his hands dead and fisted, but soon it was like a exasperated leather ball, grinning and sighing bitterly, thinking about his attitude towards Carl before, maybe this is payback.

The conference room was soon filled with people, Eltonbul, president of Learning to Publish Los Angeles, was very keen on the prospects of The Hunger Games, even comparing the series to the "Harry Potter” he was responsible for publishing, and he knew exactly what such a series would do to the publisher and him, so he decided to run the novel himself a long time ago.

“Mr. Cal, this is a sample book review from the major newspapers, see if there's anything you can do to improve it.” Eltonbul handed Carl a pile of documents, smiling.

Carl didn't have a face on his face to take the file seriously, and now, nothing about Andy can be treated so-so for him.

“A super bestselling novel with a creepy adventure, unpredictable fantasy and romantic youth! ----- The Wall Street Times”.

“Twilight City Author Stephanie Meyer and Thriller Master Stephen King read this book insomniably, sleeplessly, insanely addicted! ----- The New York Times”.

After reading it, Carl smiled and handed it back to Eltonbul, saying with great satisfaction: “Andy was absolutely right, and the professional matter was left to the professionals, who thanked the publishing house and Mr. Elton for their efforts. ”

Elton heard Carl say a compliment, very popular, smiling back: “This is what we should do, and our purpose is to satisfy our customers. ”

After they had complimented each other a few words, they started discussing the next campaign.

“Mr. Carl, you see if you can get Mr. Andy Smith to put on a few more talk shows for publicity, and the Allen Show has greatly stimulated the sales of the novel since it aired.” Eltonbul listened to his men introduce the various publicity programmes and spoke very suddenly to his neighbor, Karl.

Carl had a slight twitch on his fat face and replied positively: “I'm very sorry, Mr. Elton, but Mr. Andy Smith has turned down all the TV shows except for" The Allen Show "and" Saturday Night Live, "which he promised earlier, because he's working on a new novel and has no time at all. ”

Looking at the disappointed look on Eltonbul's face, Carl scolded Andy's nature in his heart. He knew that Andy's new novel had been written a few days earlier, but Andy disagreed with the show and everything was useless. He really didn't understand Andy's thoughts, went on a talk show, increased exposure, and how tempting it was to be a star everyone was after. Why didn't Andy cooperate?

Andy, who was on the lawn of the villa teasing two little Dolby dogs from the other day, suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, scolded and continued to play with the two puppies.

Looking at the Dolby chasing behind him, he was very satisfied and naturally overpriced due to his pure lineage. One mother, Andy named them Fast Silver and Witch, the puppies ran around him, very close to him, Andy was also happy, touch Fast Silver, touch the Witch who always jumped on his calf. The puppies, three months older and very tall, were curious about the new environment, sniffing the leaves that fell on the lawn with their noses and pulling the dirt from the grass with their claws.

Flowers blooming in the flower bushes attracted the interest of the little guy, sniffing them together, stimulated by pollen while sneezing. After sneezing, they seemed to feel a little nagging, all barking at the flowers.

“Ha ha...” Andy couldn't help but have fun when he saw two puppies laughing. This made him feel for the first time in his time that he was no longer alone, even if it was just two dogs, and that sentiment was subtle, perhaps just the thought of passing through something like this, keeping Andy subconsciously alert at all times, and it was painful, and the lack of that sense of security made him very distressed.

But he hasn't woken up in the middle of the night since he was accompanied by two little Dubins. The addition of his soul makes his five senses too acute. Any strange noise at night makes him unable to sleep. Now the bodyguard's check-in and the puppy's company have greatly relieved his nervousness.

As he succeeded step by step, he was still in contact with strangers deep down in his heart, especially on the night of the Allen Show, where he could barely sleep, where his secrets were discovered, where all kinds of forced confessions, all kinds of blood draws, and slices all scared him.

In fact, it's a normal phenomenon, and when you have a secret that determines life and death, no one can face it openly, but they can bear it themselves, slowly increasing their capacity to accommodate this nightmare, and then locking it in the deepest part of their memory until the moment of death.