American Fortune Life

New York is even more attractive in November. The air seemed like an idea, clear and clear. The trees in Central Park began dyeing golden yellow. The sky was unpredictable, and the glass of the tall building reflected luxuriously the sun, shining on Andy's face in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, warming the ocean.

Of course, returning from hot Miami to some dry and cold New York requires an adaptive process in terms of the rate of acceptance of seasonal changes, and fortunately the temperature at home is still in the spring.

Andy and Ivana, who returned to New York yesterday afternoon, did not choose to run around anymore, but, after dinner, lit the fireplace and enjoyed a quiet and calm time for two. After all, four consecutive days of play, said that it was a vacation, and sometimes a little tired.

Of course, for Andy, who doesn't have a ROU, the front of the fireplace is a bit of a roast PIGU, but it burns next to a thriving fire heap, but it fits in better with the primitive state. As the flames jump, the people who overlap with each other resist the entanglement.

Ivana, wearing a thick nightgown, came out of the bathroom with a newspaper in her hand, behind her was the sound of a toilet pump, and Andy looked back at her and laughed: "Since when do you read the newspaper when you go to the bathroom? ”

Evana's moisturizing and beautiful face flashed with anger, and she was not cheerful enough to beat Andy with the newspaper in her hand. You know, for the sake of Andy's taste, she would inevitably suffer a little. Luckily, this little bastard didn't choose very often.

“Okay, well, we'll have breakfast, and then we'll take you to the office, and I have a video conference at 10: 00 a.m., and, by the way, in a few days, are you coming back to Los Angeles with me, or are we meeting up in Washington for Thanksgiving?” Andy came to the restaurant with an angry Ivana in his arms, pressed her into her seat, sat beside her and shifted the subject.

“First, how many days are you in New York?” Ivana frowned and asked, taking the breakfast handed over by the maid and putting the napkin on the tui.

“Four or five days, after this period of chaos, I don't want to go back to Los Angeles to be blocked by the media. Damn, the writers' union is also a bunch of assholes, inviting me to a big strike parade, and he's gone. I'm still a producer union, am I against myself? ”

With this in mind, Andy was a little bit distorted when he got off the plane in New York yesterday and received an e-mail from the Screenwriters' Union shortly after the American Screenwriters Association had announced that the strike would begin at 12: 01 a.m. local time in the United States on Monday, November 5.

The fish-dead net broke, and the screenwriters' union and film and television producers were totally screwed, and Andy knew that the strike would last more than three months and would totally devastate Hollywood, even though Hollywood production companies had accumulated some scripts in preparation for the "script wilderness”. But even so, television filmmaking will be hit by strikes.

Especially when Hollywood actors and New York Broadway actors joined the strike, it kind of stopped the movie and television industry.

But the good news is that in the first half of '08, the movie boom market drove all the Americans who were staying at home watching TV into the cinema, and yes, the movie box office had a little explosion.

In addition to the benefits of Cyrus' Golden Compass, the film for Emerstone, in which all of his little canaries will be featured, is already in its late stages and will be released at Christmas 2007. As for Dadario's Garage Amazement with the Choking Murder Weapon, it will be scheduled for January 2008. The active film market will give these three films a good box office, especially the Sniffing Program. Andy is hopeful about the box office of the film, not to mention the 100 million box office, which should at least exceed the 60 million.

“In that case, let's go to Washington for Thanksgiving, and I was hoping to see this year's Vermeer show...” Ivana said with a little regret as she delivered bread to her mouth.

“Just fly straight to Los Angeles and see if you like this year's diamond collection. Please order a set from Vermeer.” Andy's heart doesn't jump blush, "he replied casually.

“Look at the time, if time permits, I fly straight to Los Angeles, and after watching the show, we fly together to Washington, D.C., as for diamond neighborhood clothes, forget it, more is speculation, didn't sell a few pieces at all, and now Weimi is also strong enough to do this trick every year.” Ivana glanced at Andy and didn't say anything to death. She wouldn't care if she showed up or if she made someone on the Vimette happy.

Watching Ivana in her blue double-breasted trench coat show off her charming smile, waving at the paparazzi into the cp building, Andy lifted up the window and sighed, a bit of a headache at the scene of this show.

Late at night in the capital, the lights are still brilliant.

Incandescent lights lit the practice room like daylight, Zhang Zilin, wearing purple tight yoga clothes, slowly rose from the yoga mat, wiped off the sweat on her forehead, the temperature reached more than 30 degrees indoors, and several other little suns were centered around her. The pure cotton yoga clothes had long been soaked with sweat, which adhered to her body, making it more obvious to outline her high body curves.

In the front wall mirror, her puffy face, some tired, sitting on a yoga mat, breathing slowly. “Knock!” The studio door was untied and a foreign woman came in tall and wearing a vest with bronze skin.

”Zilin, get your clothes on, the big boss is waiting online for your video...“ He took a sportswear out of a sports backpack on the side of the wooden floor and put it on Zhang Zilin. He reached out and held up Zhang Zilin, who was a little surprised.

”Mr. Smith? “

”Yes, the boss is debriefing with the big boss, mentioning that you are preparing to participate in the recording and MV shoot of the English version of the Olympic song" Igniting the Qing Passing Dreams "with another 105 Miss World finalists, and I just told the boss that you are still refining shaping, so the big boss...“ As he reached out and held Zhang Zilin to his office, he explained very quickly.

After some time of abrasion with the American team, Zhang Zilin's level of foreign language improved markedly, but the speech was too fast and she still needed a little reaction time. However, sitting on the chair, looking at the handsome boss with a smile on the laptop screen, Zhang Zilin immediately rose again on the face of the powder pompous with sweat.

”Boss... I'm sorry, I was just doing some exercise... “

”Oh, nothing, just don't smell anything. How's it going with your team?“ Andy looked at the beautiful, sweaty face on the screen and couldn't help but think of another scene where he was sweating and smiling with sunshine and caring.

”Thank you, boss, they're really great, I've learned a lot...“ Zhang Zilin was ashamed of what the boss said. She tidied up her sportswear coat. After all, her yoga suit was wet and only wore one yoga suit.