American Fortune Life

(ps: Actually, the little devil also knows the plot of the subprime crisis is a little more annoying, but as a stubborn conspiracy theorist, he would never believe that he could roll the money off Wall Street without background, and of course, someone who believed in the Occam razor principle would spray me to death, but Kennedy was assassinated, currency war, Roswell, 911, Masons, Diana, the car crash all told us that there was a dark hand in the world, and that a three-year-old with gold would definitely be torn apart! Correct your emotions. Stronger than writing them into illusions. The plot collapsed. Thank you for your rewards and recommendations. Thank you, dear ones.

Hollywood nights are quiet, without the hustle and bustle of a city like New York, and bugs can be heard in loungers lying by the pool. Well, it depends on the place and the neighbors, and if there's a neighbor in the vicinity who's upset, that's another thing, okay, Andy's villa is surrounded by huge woodland vegetation, and the neighbors on both sides are far apart from each other.

Andy called his parents to report that he had been on the phone with Ivana for over an hour, and after hanging up, he was a little confused about what they had been talking about for so long.

Standing from the loungers, he moved his lower body, took off his beach pants and stuck his head in a cool pool in only one pair of swimming pants.

The next morning, after exercising for breakfast, he followed Kenny and Joseph back to work to the Mockingjay Copyright Company.

Seeing a new face at the front desk, Andy really took care of Carl, the fat son of a bitch, and a cultural company got two flowers and two hot chicks with big makeup on them.

Upstairs in the hot eyes of two hot chicks, she pushed open the door to Carl's office and walked in. All I could see was a fat man laying his foot on his desk, lying on his boss's chair, and making arrogant phone calls.

“Still that sentence, there is no box office split, the whole copyright is free to talk. Want to see Andy? Oh, the terms are roughly off, you're not gonna see Andy. All right, that's it. Think about it. I've got guests. Goodbye.”

Carl saw Andy come in, sat up in a hurry, ended the conversation in three words, and his arrogant face changed into a smile.

Andy grabbed Carl, who was still sitting in the boss's chair, and sat up and said to him, "Let your secretary make me a cup of coffee. ”

“Hey, hey, no problem.” After that, I pressed the phone on the table and said, "Annie, make the boss an iced coffee and go faster. ”

Andy picked up a bunch of documents that Carl had on the table and looked at them. This was a negotiating memorandum that Carl had prepared early in the morning. He still needed to get a general understanding. He couldn't really just come back and sign it. Then Carl could really sell him. After all, Carl had sold him to Universal Music once, though for his own benefit, he still felt uncomfortable.

After reading the file, Andy looked up at Carl sitting across the street and frowned slightly, "What's going on with CBS asking me to hold a signed press conference with them? ”

“Hey hey, don't be angry, listen to me first, it's actually impossible, after all, the current hostess show is too hot, CBS is forced to do nothing, I hope to use your fame as a stir to beat out the fame of a good voice. I know you don't like to deal with journalists very much, but CBS requirements are not too much. After all, people have spent so much money. Besides, they have also increased the proportion of advertisements, so there is no reason to refuse.” Carl explained with a smile on his face.

Andy's frowning eyes slowly unfolded when he heard the explanation, and his news has been really constant every day for the past few months, and the photos of him dating Ivana are even more popular with many magazines.

Ivana usually interviews journalists, but he hardly dumps the journalists' questions himself, which also makes a lot of journalists hate the fate he hates. Just keep his fans in his eyes, fans can get to know him through blogs and Twitter, he never believes in journalists' manipulation, and they're the best at talking in pictures.

Entertainment journalists can't give them a good look, they really slip their noses on their faces, there is no bottom line, to fight out, it is common to say all sorts of bad words provocation. When I went out with Ivana, some of the paparazzi yelled out the names of Brooklyn Dike and Marissa Miller, which is why Andy hated them.

“Well, look at the face of the knife.” Andy was a little helpless to say that it was clear to him who could offend and who could not offend, and that these big television stations were the ones that Andy was currently unable to offend, after all, the traditional media still prevailed today.

“What else can I do besides sign two shows?” Andy remembered that Carl had so much to say on the phone that he had to make his own decisions, take a sip of iced coffee and ask.

Carl's fat face showed a delightful smile, and he whispered carefully: “The world music side has been pressing. I hope you've been there in the last few days to record a single song. After all, it's taking a long time to make less money a day later. ”

“Huh! Sign for ten years and give out four albums! Damn it, what the fuck do you think? I'm not a professional singer. I don't do anything else but sing? I want to kick your ass!” Cal and Universal were angry when he remembered the contract they had negotiated, and Andy snorted, ignoring the fat man's enthusiasm and scolding him without anger.

“Cough, this isn't the unsigned one, don't be angry, I also saw that you registered so many music copyrights, not to replace it with a knife is really violent... ”

The more Andy listened to the blues on his forehead, the more obvious he looked at Karl coldly and warned him: "Don't be too smart! You are now the manager of a copyright company and no longer my broker. ”

“I...” Carl saw Andy's cold expression and blushed, sighing and lowering his head, “I'm sorry, it won't happen again. ”

Andy sees the decadence of the fat man and has no soft heart. He cannot tolerate Carl's concealment and deception of him, even in good faith. After all, what Carl holds is his most secure underlying asset and his backward path. The thoughts of the Heavenly Dynasty are not a victory over defeat.

Whether it's royalty income from a novel or advertising for a composite arts copyright, CD is a profitable way to earn fine water, it's real cash income, because trust is left to Carl, and to be honest, Andy needs a loyal dog watcher, not a self-proclaimed subordinate.

“For example, if you really want to come back as my broker, I'll satisfy you and find someone else to run the copyright company instead. ”

“No, no, I swear there will never be another time!” Carl was really in a bit of a hurry, the scenery wasn't long ago, so many resources in the company, how could he give the job to someone else, the spell promised, with a prayer look on his fat face.

Andy turned a white eye, and he wouldn't be fooled by the look on the face of a dead fat man, "Okay, stop pretending, I'll make it clear to you, this is my back road, writing books is my profession, gaming companies are my career, you are the person I trust the most, so watch my home, don't ask for success, but ask for nothing more than what you should do. ”

Carl closed his grim expression and listened quietly to Andy and nodded solemnly.