American Fortune Life
Chapter 290: 13
Andy stood in front of a broad cap mirror, looking down at Tory Black, who was already blushing like a cooked lobster, his little hand trembling to help him tie his tie, and his nose was full of sweet perfume.
Strong manhood constantly impacted Tory's heart in front of her, and she could clearly see the flames of flames in her boss's charming smile, not even daring to look at him.
Andy didn't overdo it at all, she had a slight corner of her mouth, a smile on her face, and looked down at her assistant, because she had asked her to take off her glasses yesterday, and she chose to wear contact lenses today, which was really good.
“When are you going to tie it?” Andy leaned forward slightly and, in an oppressive mood, made Tory Black, already nervous and shy, squeeze his entire body against the hood mirror, shrinking his neck and looking down at him as if he were a wildcat who had no way of getting bullied.
“Yes... I'm sorry, boss. I'll fix it in a minute!” With a cry, you can't hear a sound without listening carefully.
Andy looked at the little assistant like this, his heart was like adding a combustion aid, burning violently, reaching out his right hand, holding onto her chin, lifting slightly, looking at her beautiful white, red face, closed eyes, long eyelashes shaking constantly, breathing in his john's nose became very impatient.
Strongly pressing her inner impulse, she took a few deep, dark breaths, stretched out a finger to gently touch her pink crystalline lips, watched the little beauty begin to tremble all over her body, had to produce a slightly disgusting taste...
Looking at Tory like a good little kitten, Andy was very satisfied and whispered to his assistant, who had lost his eyes: “If you can't tie any more, I will punish you... ”
He fought a cold war, restored consciousness to Tory, blushed his pretty face, white teeth squeezed his cherry lips, his fingers trembled and tied for Andy, looked at the young handsome boss with satisfaction in the mirror and turned to her and said: “The people of Times Weekly will be here shortly, adjust themselves, don't leak out, don't give me any reason to punish you. ”
Watching the boss turn around to the desk, Tory Black leaned against the cloak mirror, her cherry lips flickering, whispering like a whisper, breathing fast and deep, her pretty face was already red, her legs tightened, and her shame made her almost want to die.
Andy was in a great mood, and this little assistant of his own was a wonderful thing, and, heh, he just couldn't help but want to ravage it.
At about 9 o'clock, the restored Tory Blake pushed open the door of the office and walked in with a Zacharian traveller from Time magazine.
Andy smiled slightly on his face and shook a few chills before walking to the sitting area near the entire large landing window to finish, comfortably soft sofa, Andy and Zacharia sat opposite each other, adjusting a comfortable and relaxing posture, and after Tory Blake brought in the coffee, the interview began.
The micro tape recorder was placed on the square table in the middle, Zachariah had a pen in her hand, stacked her legs, and the interview piece was placed on her thigh, smiling on her face, and looking at Andy across the street, she said, "First of all, thank you, Mr. Andy Smith, for being able to do our weekly interview. After all, everyone knows that you are rarely interviewed by the media, and I am honored to do so. So the first question is, how do you see the wealth that you have now, the press calling you the most profitable young man, and calling you crazy Andy, from millions of dollars in assets to 400 million homes today, you've only spent seven months, which is crazy, and you're only 22 years old... ”
Andy had a gentle smile on his face and was not offended by Zachariah's questioning surrounding his wealth as soon as he came up. After all, the American Emperor was a monetary society, and there was nothing more fascinating than money and wealth.
“Huh.” Andy shook his head and stretched out a finger to say, "First of all, I corrected one thing, saying that I had $400 million in assets, only that Wall Street Journal estimated it through some news reports and data that could be investigated, and I can tell you that this data is wrong. ”
“Oh, so, Mr. Smith, would you mind disclosing the amount of your assets? I think people are still very concerned about this.” As a senior Ace journalist, Zachariah immediately asked when he heard that Andy did not mind disclosing the amount of his assets.
“There is nothing to be said about this. After all, my wealth has come from my talent and team's efforts. My think tank has only recently compiled figures, and my current total assets have exceeded $1 billion, which, of course, includes company valuations. ”
Andy's voice had just fallen, several Times Weekly staff, including Zachariah, sucked the cooling air backwards and watched as he sat in front of a young man like a big child. He couldn't help but be amazed, Nima, what a monster!
“God, this is crazy! It's amazing. It's incredible. It's the most profitable young man.” Zachariah used three exclamations in a row to reveal his inner amazement, looking at Andy with confidence, his inner heart was like a river crashing down, he interviewed a lot of millionaires and celebrities, but a young billionaire like Andy, who started out with nothing but his own hands, was the first to meet him.
”So can you share your success with the American public? And what do you think of the wealth, it's a billion dollars, a mansion, an overrun, a yacht, a plane, it's a piece of cake for you, but you don't see the news about it, how do you plan to spend it? “
“Oh, actually, my growth history, many of which have been reported in the media, is basically free of any discrepancies, so I don't have to repeat it. As for how to look at wealth, actually, I don't have any idea of money...” Andy continued to dress faintly with a casual look on his face, looking at several people across the street, including Zachariah, stunned.
“I was only 16 when I was over a million dollars old, over 100 million when I was 21 and three months old, and over a billion dollars now when I was 22. Honestly, in my mind, money is not that important. When I started writing a novel, I didn't start it for money, and then I started it for money. Of course, having money is a great thing, at least I can do a lot of things.” Andy's kind of light-hearted about money, the kind of tone that seemed like a lot of dollars were just some paper numbers, almost letting everyone in the room spray an old blood, one of them biting his teeth in the heart and jumping his feet cursing in front of this tall, handsome, young, golden outfit that forced young people.
Zachariah breathed a dark breath of turbidity and pressed down the urge to bite the opposite young man in disguise, some biting his teeth and squeezing a smile on his muscularly stiff face, openly asking: "For example... What's so funny? ”
“Um... For example, when I was tired of writing a novel, I would play the assemblage model, and I thought, well, if I had a lot of land, and I could build my own favorite building, I would find this a great idea that could be realized on a computer, but professional software requires a lot of expertise, so why not do a sandbox game of construction, and then I would spend money acquiring a gaming company that was going to collapse, and that great group of programmers in the company would make my idea a reality. ”
Andy laughed confidently and shrugged his hands, continuing: "In the end, my company turned it into a classic game," My World, "which rose from $5 million at the beginning of the acquisition to $300 million today, the latest valuation from a number of third-party assessors. ”
“In fact, at the beginning, I invested in a gaming company that invested in short-term irrecoverable ideas and ideas. What I focused on was the acquisition company, every employee in the company at the time, the games we made and whether people liked my ideas, so I never paid attention to money! ”