American Fortune Life

At Instagram, Andy and a bunch of program monkeys came together to talk about his source code, the whole software extension, and actually in Andy's original mind, he didn't want to combine the photo wall and the Weibo model, because it wasn't focused enough.

As an app, it's simple, but a single, more accessible to foreigners, but in order to have a social platform, without acquiring Twitter, you can only work hard to get one yourself. The people who started the new company are also familiar with rewriting a Twitter-like program.

It wasn't until after 4pm that Andy was reminded by his work assistant, Christina, of the need to prepare for the evening dinner.

Walking all the way to the street wall is in front of the floor window, a large stretch of lazy waist, moving the body for a long time, looking at a small number of vehicles on a wide road. After all, the office building leased by the new company is a new building, but it is quite remote, but it is on the same street as the Freedom City Technology Company of Watsp.

If it wasn't for the lowest real estate prices yet, Andy would have bought up a lot of real estate and land, but he knew how much real estate prices had risen in the Bay Area after the subprime mortgage crisis of '09.

A large number of entrepreneurs and new IT millionaires are gathered here. Land and houses in the Bay Area are simply in short supply and demand. Living prices are extremely high, as is rental rates. By the end of the year, Silicon Valley was no longer suitable for newcomers to start a business here.

Back at the Four Seasons Hotel, Andy didn't see Tory Black in the presidential suite and couldn't help but slightly frown and call her.

“Where are you now? ”

“I'm wearing makeup next door, and it's going to take a while, and I'm doing my hair... ”

Turning a white eye, hanging up the phone, Andy knew he couldn't finish it for an hour or two, walked into the bedroom, took a white robe out of the wardrobe, and went into the bathroom.

In a luxurious square marble platform white porcelain surf tub, the currents tumble, water splashes from time to time, Andy undresses, the whole person soaks in warm bath water, reaches out and grabs a remote control from the side and starts looking for TV shows.

When he walked out of the bathroom, relaxed, a little lazy, he finished his hair, put on makeup, and the perfect Tory Black had a dark red sequin dotted vest with a tuxedo in the living room with two unknown women beside him.

“Boss, this is the hairdresser Jenny and her assistant, let her fix your hair.” Tory's bright red chun softly said.

“Mmm.” Andy nodded in his bathrobe and sat down in a chair already set, his hair didn't have to be too much of a hassle to clean up, just a little fixing of the bottom end, then blow-drying.

At night, Andy took Tory in his car to the bar. The venue is in a hotel, but the car stopped shortly after arriving at the door, and there were several cars blocked in front of it, all guests coming to the party tonight.

Andy glanced at Tory Blake, who was taking a deep breath and his pretty face was a little excited, and he couldn't help but smile and look down, watching as the pair of BAOs were tied tightly around the top and squeezed into the middle for a first line of days.

“I said, aren't you upset by the crowd? ”

“That's how it looks. It's a U-shaped collar in front of it. It'll look particularly ugly if you don't squeeze out the ditch. The collar in the back is a backless one. Don't you like it?” The little assistant puffs his long eyelashes, looking at the Great Demon King like he was worried, explained.

Andy said casually, "It's okay, you're not upset, you just like it, you don't have to be nervous for a while. ”

The car proceeded slowly and saw a crowd of journalists on both sides of the front door of the hotel. A large group of men and women held up various homemade signs opposite the front door of the hotel. A number of people raised their arms high and were shouting out loudly. There were two police cars parked on the side of the road in protest against what was happening. Seventy-eight policemen with their stomachs stretched out their uniforms scattered not far apart.

Andy is not interested in knowing what these people oppose. Anyway, there are a lot of idle people in the United States, protesting the crowd is very easy to gather. Tonight this wine will be hosted by Donkey Party iron supporter Jobs. Donkey Party politicians come back a lot, such as Terminator Governor, San Francisco Mayor will participate. After all, presidential candidate O'Blackbull is the main guest tonight.

Andy has no interest in a party like the Donkey Party fight, and he has never clearly stood up for that party. It doesn't make sense to him. Well, after all, it's like the party's iron rod family. Overall, he still prefers some elephant parties, but O'Blackbull, the future president, decided to support it.

US law requires an individual donation of no more than $2,500 per election, so this donation is a genuine chicken rib project, and Andy needs to meet with O'Blackbull to get a sense of his charm before deciding whether to further support him, establish a PAC or make a direct donation to support a PAC, a political organization initiated by a business, individual or institution, such as a company announcing the establishment of a PAC, injecting a sum of money, and accepting a donation.

PAC cannot work with a candidate it supports, but the law allows it to advertise, compliment a candidate it supports, or derogate a candidate it doesn't like. Since advertising spending is the biggest expense in every presidential election, companies can directly influence election results through PAC.

Through the window, Andy glanced at the high sign of protest, okay, against current California Governor Schwarzenegger, who vetoed the same XING marriage bill that had been passed by the state House of Representatives and opposed the legality of marriage to Xing. Anyway, there are all kinds of protest signs.

Andy can only say that these people are purely idle egg aches, and protesting with them is really going to make these politicians compromise.

The door opened, Andy stepped off the red carpet, turned around and held Tory Black's small hand, and when the two stood on the red carpet, recognized by the reporters, the whole scene was bright and blank, and this loud cry wanted Andy to take a few pictures with him.

How could Andy take care of them, a slightly nervous assistant holding his arm tight and walking towards the hotel door without slowing down, mean nothing at all?

In the gorgeous hall of the party, Jobs and his wife Helen were in front of each other with a smiling reception, a pencil, a suit, a bow, a handsome, talkative O'Blackbull and his somewhat distinctive wife.

A man walked up to Jobs and whispered a few words around him, making Jobs' eyes slightly brighter and his mouth slightly smiling, "Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm going to have a moment, an important guest arrives and I need to welcome... ”

“Oh, I'm with you, and I've wanted to meet him a long time ago, and I just wanted to thank him. The youngest billionaire, his reputation in Washington is considerable.” O'Negroe's eyes glowed with a happy smile on his face, he said.

“Oh, did you and Andy Smith have an affair?” Jobs looked at O'Negroes unexpectedly and walked sideways with him to the front door, smiling softly.

“No, but all his media filmed journalists joining my campaign press corps, and the coverage was more pertinent, no hostility, no clear political party bias, no great value, as rumoured.” The O'Negroes smiled and nodded back at the guests who had shown him the toast as they lowered their voice and said straight to the senior supporter of the donkey party around them.

“Well, if you can really get him to publicize his political inclinations and stand up for the Donkey Party, that's a great thing to do.” Jobs continued with a smile on his face and a slight shake of his head: "But this is basically not going to happen, maybe he will support you in your campaign for president, but he will never reveal his political position. This young man is not an ordinary young man. Forget it, you'll see. ”

When Andy walked through the banquet door with his assistant, he immediately attracted a lot of attention, and now, no one in the United States doesn't know him.

“Hmm?” Andy said softly, but with a charming smile on his face, he greeted four people who came straight up to him.

“Hi, Steve, thanks for inviting me.” Andy reached out and shook Jobs' hand with the same smile, "you have to watch your body, you've lost a lot of weight compared to the last time you saw him. ”

The smile on my face was still there, but my eyes glistened, and Jobs, a little strange in color, shrugged his shoulders. “My body's fine, it's just been a little busy lately, you know. Reducing prices to compensate old users is a very troublesome thing. Forget it, come on, let me introduce you... ”