American Fortune Life

Andy didn't get into the loss of his missed treasure and wandered around aimlessly for a while, he didn't think it meant much. After all, the flea market was mostly modern second-hand goods, and he didn't lack that kind of money.

Walked out of the rose bowl and saw some snacks, Andy went forward and looked, not bad, bought a few random things, got in the Ford Business Car and ate them.

At around 11 o'clock, Liu Yan towed a trolley. The big bag was full, and Andy looked at Liu Yan with a black line constantly going to the trunk.

However, looking at Liu Yan's happy appearance, Andy did not ask carefully what she had bought. Women's shopping was Tianxing, so as long as they were happy, they wouldn't care if what they had bought was usable. Okay, even if it didn't work, it would be a long time before they regretted why they had bought it, but when they encountered such an event, they would still buy it out of their control.

This is the human gene that has been decided since ancient times, men going out hunting, women collecting, bartering, cooking, sewing, raising future generations. Of course, modern women mean a lot to cover men's heads, and there are a lot of strong women, and Andy really admires that, well, that Ivana in his family is typically a strong woman.

Back home, Andy had eaten Liu Yan's Chinese meal and watched TV for a while on the couch. Little Laura seemed to have eaten enough to climb Andy. She kept pulling Andy's hand with her paws, letting Andy touch her head and touch the fur on her body. Her favorite thing was to touch Andy from the top of her head to her tail. She wouldn't let Andy stop at all. Once she stopped, she hit Andy's hand with her paws and then rubbed Andy's head on her hand for a few moments.

Andy's so silent, he's so sticky.

In the afternoon, the sun shines unbridled and bright contact angles extend to many places.

Andy was wearing only a pair of black swimsuits, a large pair of sunglasses on his face, laid idly on a beach chair, and not far behind him was the 1927 phonograph he had just bought back in the morning, now playing the vinyl record of famous American soul singer Rachel.

Happy piano music and trumpet accompaniment, with dull voices all over the villa.

The sound of the music played by the phonograph also has a sense of nostalgia from the 1950s. Even the paparazzi and reporters who squatted outside the villa were attracted to the music, one on the fence and the other climbing the tree.

Well, it's too high to look at their art appreciation. One by one, the camera is pounding on Andy's body. Especially that big pile of drum bags. It's like breaking a man's heart. A woman's heart is drunk. The perfect muscle group is a great cover.

Andy held a big coconut in his arms and stuck a straw on it, sipping it from time to time in the warm sun, looking laid back and envious of the dog on the tree.

Andy hit a big, lazy, sunlit body, slightly adjusted his lower position, prepared to take a nap, dragged a large bath towel next to him over his body, which immediately cheered the puppies outside, luckily he had taken a lot of pictures.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, Andy sleeps confused and someone pushes me, and I hear, "Andy, wake up... ”

Andy opened his sleeping eyes, took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes. This time he looked like a man, a big bald head, a dirty big fat face. He couldn't help but reach out and put a lid on his fat face and pushed it out, “Get away from me, Nima... ”

Carl covered his fat face and looked at Andy with a condescending look on his face. He almost didn't disgust Andy. "Okay, you fat bastard, you're so cruel, and you're still selling me adorable. I'll kick your ass! ”

Carl laughed obscenely, twisting his ass over Andy's flying leg, Andy lifted the bath towel, stood up from the beach chair, walked up to the loudspeaker that had stopped playing, looked at it, the loudspeaker had been shut down for a long time, and Andy turned around and looked at Carl.

Carl shrugged, “I stopped by the time I got here, so I turned it off, but I have to say, Andy, you bought a good thing, and this well-kept phonograph is rare. ”

Andy flipped a white-eyed spit chute: “You know what, I'm telling you, I got a lot of good stuff, and you all... ”

Carl grinned and interrupted: "Isn't that just some broken newspaper and some little picture books? I've heard MISS Lau say, I really don't know what you're buying. ”

Andy's angry face was red, and he scolded desperately: "What do you fat bastards know? That's very collectable... It's not worth getting angry with someone like you who's illiterate. Go ahead. Why did you run away? Is something wrong again? ”

Andy would have been proud to have bought many collectible versions of the dwarf books and the cables in that box, but no one around him understood their value, remembering how many shows he had seen in his past life, one was Yao Ming who had picked up some dwarf books while shopping in Chinatown, and he was very happy; the other was Short Tight who had also picked up many newspaper books from the Republic in Chinatown and some of the telegrams from that time, but many were ordinary people, which made him brag about it for a long time.

Anyway, Andy felt that his morning harvest was worth showing off, and of course, it would take one day for a friend of the Dynasty to satisfy his thirteen heart, which Old America wouldn't understand.

Carl laughed and sat in another beach chair and looked at Andy wearing just one pair of swimming pants. That big pile was really jealous. No offense said: "Andy, you're dressed like this, aren't you afraid of the paparazzi outside? ”

“Oh, not afraid...” Andy squatted by the pool, lifted up a little water and patted himself, then slowly went into the water, smiled and revealed his big white teeth, and said with pride, "I let them do it, didn't I have a magazine that picks out the top ten XING-sensitive men in the world every year? I want to see if I can be selected this year... ”

Carl slapped his forehead silently, well, young people admire a little vanity, which is nothing, and it's still very helpful to boost Andy's global influence, and, um, it can be manipulated, maybe boost the sales of novels and music CDs.

“No, maybe it's a good idea to go out and talk to those puppies...” Carl instinctively replaced his broker, and if Andy knew what Carl thought, he would... I'll agree.

Puppies are annoying, but stars and puppies are a relationship between fish and water. No one can be separated from anyone. Although sometimes bored, they leave without survival. Hey, it's not easy.

By the time Calhoun thought about it, Andy had swimmed back and forth in the pool, dumped the water beads on his hair, and Andy was not angry and asked: "Tell me what's going on, I have to practice boxing later. ”

“Hmm? Ah... Almost forgot, the first thing is that your singles are likely to sell more than 350,000 copies today, and that number is comparable to being a big red star, and you must have your spot on the billboard next week.” When Carl woke up, the smile on his face was a little twisted and excited, he said.

Andy was also happy, after all, that this was his first EP, which also made him successful in crossing borders, not just a young writer, but a different star and celebrity.

“The second thing is, I don't know how the cooperation between us and Warner got out. Today, the top entertainers found the company and wanted to buy the film editing rights of the Hunger Games series. The conditions were very generous. I was a little enthusiastic, so I called you and you didn't answer the phone, so I had to come. ”

Andy listened to Carl say that he was a little surprised, climbed ashore, picked up the towel Carl handed to him, wiped his hair down, and wrapped the towel around his waist. After all, it was a little excessive to keep showing off that big pile.

“Peak entertainment? Aren't they chasing Twilight City? Why do you want to buy my Hunger Games now? You're not trying to confuse your opponent with some kind of smoke bomb?” Andy frowned and looked at Carl with confusion