American Fortune Life
Chapter 298: Doesn't Work
He shook his mouse a few times and the computer monitor lit up. Andy tapped into the folder where he stored the novel and looked at the name of a file that appeared in it, without shaking his head and smiling.
Nima, just thinking about the forerunner, this giant pit, I don't know when to fill in, the last book of the Dark Fairy Tales series, the Hunger Games series, The Gossip Girl, The National Treasure, and The Shadow of Spies, which has already written the outline, until when is the end.
Andy sighed softly and frowned slightly. There was a priority. The first five episodes of "The Wonder Girl" needed to be redacted as soon as possible, and the rest of the follow-up was handed over to the writers team at CW TV.
Besides, there is no difficulty in this. If you want to lazy, you can simply remove the original drama episode in your mind. As for how to shoot it, it needs to see the directorial power. Now that Andy has the author's reputation, coupled with the attention given by CW TV, it will not be as short as it was in previous life. The costumes that appeared in the episode will naturally not be as bad as it was in previous life. I think it will succeed.
The National Treasure was published in his newspaper's weekly magazine, and the first story could be published for some time, because before Andy crossed, the third part of the series only revealed the launch of the project, which revolved around the Atlantis treasure, looking for starstone energy to sink the Atlantis continent, and was therefore named the Star Stone Fan Cloud of the National Treasure.
As for the second-part treasure-grabbing mystery, the journal of the assassin John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln on one page, sparked a protagonist to prove his family's reputation on a truth-seeking journey. There was no difficulty in portraying this piece for Andy, after all, there was a movie plot to reference.
But at the beginning of the third part, he needed to create his own creation. If he wanted to write a classic series, he needed constant storylines, he needed his brain hole to open up, and he had experience with the webnovel websites of the Mixed Mixed Mixes of Past Life, and he also needed to count the webwriters of the rabbit country.
Besides, there are treasures in so many countries around the world to dig, Andy can really connect with some local legends, use overhead thinking to create, go to the rabbit country to steal graves, not only can it be made into a movie in the future to make money in the rabbit country, maybe even create a box office record or something.
The previous three episodes had already been reprocessed by him, and it was a lot of attention. The last two episodes, Andy decided to use his morning time to complete, take a sip of coffee, move his fingers on his lower hands, switch directly to the superdivine state, and begin to rip off the two episodes in his memory.
At noon, the little assistant bought him pizza, steak and cola from the outside. Four, Joseph and Kenny, Andy and herself.
On the couch in the office lounge, Andy Marie cut the steak with a knife and fork, one piece at a time for him to enjoy, bit a pizza, stuck a piece of beef with a fork in the entrance, chewed, looked a little nervous little assistant Tory, had a small bite for lunch.
“What, eating with me makes you feel so bad? ”
“No... No, boss, I... I...” Hearing Andy's tone of questioning, Tory lost his complexion and hurried to explain it, but was watched by the boss's sharp eyes, some of whom were furious to say.
“I hope not!” Andy wasn't in the mood to tangle with Tory's feelings. Slowly Slow down to lunch, watching her open shirt collar with a hidden bar of black lace, he continued: “How long has it been since you've done x? ”
“Cough...” Tory, almost choked by Cola, held his red face and coughed up constantly. He was almost overwhelmed by the boss's hard talk. His head was almost buried in his chest. He raised his red face slightly. He wanted to peek at the boss's expression, but Andy's eyes were opposite, and he lowered his head again, saying with a faint mosquito voice: “It's been a year. ”
“Well, how many boyfriends have you had?” Andy seemed unintentionally to ask, he still wanted to know more about his little assistant's private life.
“Just, two... One in high school and one in college.” Tory Blake did not lie and conceal, but answered honestly.
“How often do you roll sheets? How often?” Andy chewed a piece of beef into the entrance, picked up a sip of Coke and asked slightly.
“No, not much. I needed to work to earn tuition and subsistence, so time was tight, and once a week, when I found him cheating, it was over. ”
Andy nodded slightly and asked a question that almost embarrassed the assistant, “. Ever?”
Looking down at the little red face, Tory Blake, whose head was shaking like a wave drum, left his mouth unbelievably and his tone became slightly harsher, he said: “Heads up, look me in the eye and answer! ”
Tory was like a frightened little deer, and the water fog was almost rising in his eyes, biting his cherry lips, his hands tangled together, and he said weakly: "No, no, really not, it's disgusting, I don't like it... ”
Andy nodded with no expression, and through her reaction, she probably didn't lie, and the voice was a little cold: “Go home and practice, I think you'll love it in the future! ”
The pretty face of the assistant became wonderful, tangled, shy, grieving, different, but looking at Andy's unquestionable expression and domineering tone, he already had water mist in his eyes, his teeth biting his cherry lips, and he shouted with his nostrils, "Hmm!” Kind of a response.
After lunch with her helpless little assistant, Andy watched her pick up the plates with her hands and feet, falling out of her office and running away. She couldn't help laughing. She was a really cute little girl. She liked her shyness, so she thought it would be fun in the future.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Andy saved the documents on his computer on a USB disk and finally finished the last two episodes of "The Gossip Girl". He stood up from his boss's chair and walked to the sunny landing window, stretching his lazy back a lot, moving his lower body, staring out into the blue sky with his eyes closed, and his thoughts didn't know where he was flying.
Looking down at Wall Street, his head buoyed, a suit of leather was in a hurried shape, Andy's hands stuck in his pants pockets, took a deep breath, his strong, tall body straightened, his luxury in his chest suddenly increased a lot, the old figure running for a living gradually became distant.