American Fortune Life

Chapter 551: Golden Sentences Press Conference

A lunch was spent among Andy's flirting girls, but what made Andy depressed was that Alison Stoke, the pretty girl who jumped the pole, didn't seem so easy to handle, and perhaps more fond of Andy than a fan and idol.

Powdered.

The word appeared in Andy's mind, but he shook his head, and if Andy wanted to go on a 419 trip to the Athlete's Village only, he received it, coughed, and so on.

To think of it, he was a little confused, but instead of waiting for him to be disappointed for too long, seven or eight beautiful girls in maple leaf logo sportswear walked in delight and joy.

“Hey, Mr. Smith, can we take a picture?” One of the girls, generous and upward, asked Andy, stopping for a meal and turning back to the sound.

Nima, isn't that who... Cough, that's really, really green.

Andy looked at the beautiful girl with a sweet smile on her face beside the talking girl, a little surprised, but still graceful to put down the knife and fork, to stand up and smile and say, “Of course, it's an honor. ”

“No, no, you can sit down, you're too tall, we can shoot better, like they did before, hip-hop. ”

Andy talked about it, well, since the girls weren't afraid of him eating tofu, he didn't mind, especially since there was a very unexpected person who showed up. This little beauty fits his aesthetic perfectly, well, it should fit the Asian aesthetic perfectly, proper beauty.

The perfect angelic look, sweet appearance and infectious smile are memorable.

“Hi, how are you? Have you ever been in a movie?” Andy looked sweet and smiled at the little beauty who was about to take a picture of him. The other party was somewhat tenacious and did not wrap his neck around him like the others, and his face was over-faced.

“Hello, Mr. Smith. Nice to meet you. I'm Nina Duboff. I'm sorry.” Nina smiled very sweetly and explained generously to Andy.

“Wow, you should come to Hollywood, I think you'll be a big star, you have an angel face.” Andy smiled and sighed.

“Girl, Andy, we Nina have won multiple national gymnastics championships.” A Canadian girl behind her smiled and shouted.

“That's great. Nice to meet you. You can call me Andy. All my friends call me that. If you change your mind and want to enter the entertainment world, I have a brokerage in Hollywood. Can you call me, have a phone?” Andy ignored the enviable look of the girls around her. Nina looked a little red. After Nina took out her phone, Andy grabbed the phone in her hand and quickly entered the phone number, looking up and laughing: “Anytime! Well, let's take a picture. ”

Click--

Nina Duboff left in the envy of her surrounding teammates, and Andy and looking back at her, Nina smiled and waved, and there was a slight hint in her heart, but soon the American girls surrounded her with all sorts of questions.

Andy also made some good jokes in his past life to tell the girls, making them laugh.

Who doesn't like men who can bring happiness, especially the youngest billionaires, even if nothing happens and they come in close contact with each other, it's what they talk about when they return to the United States.

After lunch, Andy bought the girls a cold drink, and a lively crowd became a scenery line in the village. Until soon after the press conference, Andy got out of the women's stack, went back to his room, took out various notes in his pocket, shook his head and smiled, looked at the missed calls on his phone, and entered Nina Duboff's name to save.

A text message was sent, "You have the beauty of classical and modern beauty, the plastic xing is strong, and you are always waiting for your call. ”

After the hair was done, he walked into the rudimentary shower room with a bath towel that he couldn't spit in, began to shower, and walked out around the bath towel in minutes, took the hair dryer out of the suitcase, and changed into a United States national team uniform.

“Mr. Smith, press conference time is almost up.” At this point, the official who received him in the morning knocked on the door.

“Well, that's enough.” Andy rearranged his hair in the mirror and nodded to the officer behind the mirror with satisfaction.

Since it was Andy Smith's press conference, it seemed that there were no more famous athletes in the entire Pan American Games, and there were hundreds of journalists on the scene, full of them.

From the podium, Andy sat in a blinding flash, accompanied by coach Alexei and United States National Team officials, as well as the boxing chief coach.

Andy smiled with a faint smile on his face and listened to the bullshit of the National Team officials and the General Coach with the American arrogant mocking face. Coach Alexei looked directly at the old god as a prop.

Andy then said a few words, bragging about the significance of the next Pan American Games, what kind of events, and the Brazilian hosts who opened their eyes and praised the death toll in the pit.

Journalists under the stage, one green eye waiting for the moderator to talk about the free questioning session, the journalists below blew up the pan and began to focus on Andy's questioning, the scene was chaotic.

Andy frowned slightly and looked uncomfortable. He could change the color of the American journalists below. Nima, the young master was going to be a precursor to the crowd. Fortunately, the host soon shouted to quiet down the stage. Soon, someone stood in the crowd with a microphone and waited for the supporters to select the journalists to ask questions.

“Hi, I'm xxx, a reporter for The New York Times, and I'd like to ask Mr. Smith how you feel about the poor functioning of the Games and the venue issues that have arisen, the theft issues that have arisen before the Games have even started. And is that why you brought your bodyguard into Athletes' Village? ”

Andy glanced at each other and said faintly: “I don't have any opinions. I'm just here to compete. As long as I have a ring, don't stare at people who are not good enough. Brazil is a passionate country, you should experience the passion here yourself. The problem with bodyguards is that they communicate well and don't explain much. ”

The journalist from the United States did not react much to Andillo's arrogant answer. After all, he was used to ignoring their attitude. It was already good for the young master to answer the question honestly. It was the one who kept them teething the most without you.

“Hello, I'm a reporter for The Daily Mail, Mr. Smith. Have you ever considered the feelings of other athletes in a bodyguard contest, where everyone else can stay in an athlete's village, and why is it unfair to be privileged to stay at the Four Seasons Hotel? Aren't you exaggerating that you're just an athlete representing the United States here? ”

The British journalist asked the question, and the American journalists around didn't go to see Andy on stage. Instead, they looked at the British, Nima, with a happy face, and it was a good show.

Sure enough, Andy raised his chin slightly, smiling slightly at the corner of his mouth, laughing: "Never argue with an idiot because he'll pull your IQ as low as he does, and then he'll beat you with his vast experience... ”

Pfft - haha...

The Americans in the room laughed and the popular face of England blushed.

“As I said before, it was a long time ago, and the press already reported it, you asked if you wanted to pick things up. Now I'm satisfied with you. Say yes, then I refuse to answer this stupid question.” After that, Andy was too lazy to look at the British again, and the Americans in the room were still deliberately laughing out loud.

The popular face of England has become white, hates itchy teeth, decides to go back to brutal black Andy, no, from now on, he will hack him, because until, with this golden phrase, he will also be passively famous, experienced idiot, hissing, inexorably cold.

Seeing the snake on Andy's lethal watch, the rules in the next question, such as whether Andy's girlfriend would come to see him play a lot of gossip. Until a black-faced ancient ba reporter asked questions in lame English.

“Mr. Smith, your speech is a tremendous provocation to the ancient BA. It's insane and outrageous. Our ancient BA is the most powerful in boxing projects. Our athletes will teach you what it means to be respectful. We ancient BA people will never bow our heads to you, you Americans, and they will fight to the last minute... ”

Speaking of excitement, the fellow directly used the official language of ancient ba, spanish, cursing the United States and Andy, the scene was a bit confusing, the United States National Team officials and the lead coach on the podium were all blue and rushed in to maintain the security of the room, trying to get each other out.

Andy had a smile on his face, but his eyes became sharp. He could understand Spanish, but the curse just made him uncomfortable. Well, he also knew that the relationship between Ancient BA and the United States could not be described by pure hatred.

After pressing his hand, the mess at the scene slowly calmed down, and everyone wanted to hear what Andy and his client had to say.

“Are you trying to laugh at me to inherit my property? ”

Pfft...

Ha ha...

The whole scene was laughed at by Andy's golden phrase, and the ancient BA people were tightly controlled by two security guards, shaking their anger and blushing their eyes.

“You have to figure out what your name is... Never mind, what coach said to let me roll away, I was in respect for your national athletes, said to go to the game to the best of my ability, how can you say I'm provoking you? Whatever person or country you are, you have to reason. Irrationally, that's hooliganism. Look, you're also in your 40s. If you're 30 years younger, I can say you're childish, but now I can only regret to say you're retarded! “