American Fortune Life

Andy was satisfied with Carl's work, and after two years of climbing in Hollywood, he was cunning and greedy enough to deal with the movie company's staff.

What you believe in in Hollywood is data. As a bestseller selling millions of copies, the right to adapt movies will be sought after by major movie companies. Especially this teenage-oriented story. A hymn movie is definitely a money-making tool, and it's not impossible to make a few songs.

Carl knew the Hollywood routine, and now he had a good card in his hand, which was a crime, and he wouldn't forgive himself. After all, he laughed at the bird copyright company, but his business, of course, was Andy, but he knew that Andy hated trouble, and as long as he took care of the financials, there would be no problems between him and Andy, and all he wanted was power and status, and the sight of the Hollywood showers.

“Just do what you have to do. I'll sign it. I believe in your abilities. The copyright of the Zongyi show says that I will fly back and sign it. There is a shortage of funds. Let's conclude the negotiations as soon as possible. By the way, don't forget Brooklyn Dyke's character. Just give her a little character, just show her face.” Andy didn't forget to tell Brooklyn, after all, she served well and Baiyi Baishun's RBQ was not easy to teach.

“Hey, don't worry, I'll take care of it, but Andy, you're playing with fire like this, and once Ivana finds out, it's gonna be a lot of trouble.” Carl hey, smile, not a good reminder.

“Well, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. All right, it's okay. You take it easy, too. Don't mess with the women all day. You'll be sick and you'll cry.” Andy hung up when he finished snorting and didn't give Carl a chance to talk back.

Everything that can be handled so far has gone well, and if it wasn't for the accident of Ivana, he would have gone back to Los Angeles after he found the CEO of the investment firm, and now he can't. He needs to stay in New York for a while to hit home run.

To be honest, being in love with the Eighth Scripture, Andy still has experience. After all, he also spent a lot of time chasing his girlfriend in his previous life, and the routine was clear. But a goddess like Ivana, he didn't know much about it, he had to use the average number of roads, nothing else, to participate in her life, to make her accustomed to Andy's figure in her life.

Strong women like Ivana are difficult to serve. Their personality DU stands, their personality is vivid, their thoughts are mature, their views are solid, they are rarely influenced by the outside world, they are very selfish emotionally, absolutely cannot accept the betrayal of the other half, it is almost impossible to embrace the right left.

Little plums are the beauty of the front car. No matter how much Bonchen loves little plums, once he sees the playboy style of little plums, he resolutely breaks up and never drags mud with him.

Andy didn't know how long he and Ivana would last, and now he's thinking about it a little further, after all, without even taking down third base. Even if he did, wouldn't he still have a honeymoon? He wouldn't miss it. He would definitely brand Ivana inside and out, even if he broke up in the end, he wouldn't leave a regret.

At lunch, Andy waited for Ivana downstairs in the CP building with a big red rose, and had lunch at Samsung Michelin Restaurant with a smiling goddess in the envious eyes of others, sprinkling good dog food.

Beneath the public, Andy had no idea what it was like to rally hatred, feed each other intimately, kiss each other off the table, and make a big woman like Ivana even more ashamed. The blush on her face made her brighter and more moving, and the happy smile never disappeared.

Evening, Wall Street dinner.

Unlike entertainment and paparazzi, there are a number of journalists outside the party hall, most of whom are financially oriented, mostly dressed properly and without crowding each other, standing very orderly on both sides of the photo shoot.

There are, of course, well-informed entertainment journalists who are surprised that Andy and Ivana are attending a Wall Street dinner, both party and financial journalists, after all completely irrelevant circles, although there are also guesses that this 21-year-old rich young man is interested in entering the capital market.

This made some thoughtful Wall Street elites wonder who Andy was invited to meet the new billionaire. After all, Andy had hundreds of millions of dollars in his hands, which was a lot of money. After all, Wall Street was playing with capital. In fact, the idea was white, not cash was just numbers.

The dark, bright Mercedes S600 slowly stopped, the bodyguard stepped out of the car and opened the door. Andy walked out of the car in his formal suit, reaching out in the flash to hold Ivana's small hand, making it easier for her to get out of the car. After all, Ivana's high heels were really worrying. If Ivana knew about Andy's worries, she'd be white-eyed and he'd think about it too much, and she'd be used to the height of the seven-point track.

Handsome and beautiful, both of them have the perfect body to lick the screen. What do you mean, murder Philin? Andy used to read entertainment when the word appeared corrugated. Now he knows, there's a glitter in front of him.

Andy with a smile was walked to the hotel door by the glorious Ivana. To be honest, neither one of them knew how to cope with this environment, nor did the paparazzi yell some embarrassing questions. Andy hugged Ivana's waist and they stuck to a few intimate positions to satisfy the journalists' requests.

Stepping into the dining hall, looking at the setting, Andy couldn't help but scold, and Ma's is this buffet party again, sincerely dead, thankfully she had something to eat with Ivana before.

Mark Baum was laughing with a circle of people, but from time to time he looked at the door and saw Andy walking into the banquet hall with Ivana, led by a waiter, and immediately patted a skinny man in his thirties with his hand, indicating that he was following him, and then he went over to Andy.

Needless to say, Mark Baumdor, that man knew the Lord was coming. After all, Andy and Ivana attracted everyone's attention as soon as they came in. Young handsome millionaires made all the ladies lose their colour. It was harder not to get attention.

“Hi Uncle Mark, this is Ivana. Ivana, this is my uncle Mark Baum.” Andy saw Mark Baum come over, took Ivana forward and hugged him, and introduced him to both sides.

“Oh, beautiful lady, welcome, I'm Mark Baum. New Yorkers who don't know the beautiful Ivana, Andy, you're such a lucky kid that if I were a teenager, I would definitely compete with you.” Mark Baum was truly amazed by the Ivana in front of him, a woman who was totally a beauty who would be jealous of other men, as Andy's elder, or jealous.

“Thank you for the compliment and nice to meet you.” Ivana was generous enough to shake Mark Baum's hand and smiled softly at his flirting with Andy.

Andy smiled and accepted Uncle Mark's laugh, looking behind Mark Baum, looking at each other with his eyes open.

“By the way, I forgot to introduce you, this is Budstone, a famous agent on Wall Street, very talented. Bud, this is Andy Smith, and this beautiful lady around him is his girlfriend, Miss Ivana.” Mark Baum noticed Andy's eyes and smiled to introduce the parties.