American Fortune Life

“Honey, which one do you think would suit me better on the show? ”

Wearing only one Andy Big T-shirt, showing a pair of straight up TUIs, Ivana stood in front of the cap mirror with a blue lapel collar that clearly showed how her long-sleeved dress compares to the line of business.

Just after hanging up the phone, Andy walked into the bedroom and watched as he laid out his creative clothes, his mouth ripped, and some of the silent words said, "You don't wear the prettiest... ”

Ivana turned her head and glanced gracefully at Andy, tossing her dress aside, picking up a turtleneck black sweater and a small white pleated skirt, "What about this set? ”

“You're going to the Oprah Talk Show, not to talk business... I'll do it." Andy said a little silently, walking past.

“Bang."

In a delicate chase, Andy smiled and walked into the dressing room. Ivana jumped up and hung herself on Andy's back. Andy could only bend over and pushed Toto upwards, beginning to carry Ivana, the ocean horse, in a room full of clothes.

“Just this one, a light purple velvet dress will not only outline your body and drain KOU water, but also highlight your charm, and a small turtleneck will make your long neck look more proportional... Oops, don't bite, I was wrong, you're the most charming, your neck is not long, it's beautiful... ”

Andy crooked his head and was bitten by the angry Ivana around his neck. He could only surrender very cowardly, hurrying to change his mouth.

“Humph!” Ivana patted Andy's shoulder proudly. "Put me down. ”

“Ha! Dream! It's time to go to sleep, so go and accept my quest! The King will visit the territory and collect taxes! ”

“Ah, let me pack first... ”

An hour of sweating and rain passed, and the tangled figure finally stopped when the lights stretched.

“Oh, the goddess or something is the happiest thing in the world to be dragged into the dust to enjoy!” Ignoring the sweat on his back, Andy smiled softly, not forgetting that he was blushing and smelling something like Ivana.

“Shit! ”

After learning about Soso, Ivana pulled the quilt and slipped straight into Andy's arms, listening to Andy's powerful heartbeat and enjoying a wonderful sweet aftertaste.

Andy caressed Ivana Chanhan's drenched back and lowered her head and kissed her on the forehead and said, "I didn't expect you to be on the Oprah Talk Show before me. Interesting. ”

“Gallo, well, it's not like the outside world has been spreading the contradiction between you and Oprah, this time it's just an Oprah test, her ultimate goal is not you, otherwise it's impossible to invite me, after all, I haven't done anything that people should admire lately. ”

Ivana's moisturized red yan JING gave her a charming smile on her face, with a white-between extra shine, but the red chun was slightly dry se.

Andy whispered, "Don't underestimate yourself, professional female strong man, vice president of cp group, and your own clothing and jewellery brand. It's hard to reconcile these two, and serve my boyfriend. Psst, you're already amazing. You handled the last British thing well. The media is a compliment to you. ”

“That's when they don't know how important your help is. This time my clothes, shoes and jewelry will choose the Ivana brand, just in time for a publicity campaign, I don't think Oprah would care too much." Like a little fox who eats grapes, Ivana smiles like a moon tooth.

“Well, just so you can clarify the misunderstanding between me and her, I really appreciate her criticism, she was an honest person, after all, I was quite disappointed at the time, I still have the aura, right?” Andy said somewhat arrogantly.

“Giggle, yes, you have a lot of...” Ivana smiled and lifted her face and pounded her lips to kiss Andy's cheek.

Andy shrugged carelessly and said, "Don't get yourself in trouble, you're the one who hurts... ”

The next morning, Andy sent Ivana on a plane to Chicago, and in a pile of pictures and questioning by the dogs, Andy, who continued to recover from the iceberg face, sat in the car with a slight smile on his mouth and one night at his disposal.

But before thinking about Hippie, he needs to start working during the day, wandering around Bloomberg, whether Justin Smith or Amanda, who has streamlined all his TV and radio stations, is working hard for him.

“I love this life!” Andy got in the car and went to the next company, his fingers tapped the leather seat with ease, to be honest, he could use the prophet's perceived speed to circle the money and lay out the assets, because the golden fingers that crossed him made him a more reliable strategic expert, the big picture was fine, but really let him go to the management company without huge details, heh heh heh heh, the two dozen companies that he now works for can drive him crazy and definitely turn into a pot of porridge.

All Andy knew very well, first in this once-in-a-lifetime storm, he ran as far as he could, then paid to take over the flag for every plot he hit, and when the war was over, he slowly turned around and digested.

Although there was a risk that he would use the assets leveraged to pry, he had enough money in his hands to support his plan and several more companies that were constantly transfusing blood to him, without the risk of breaking the chain of funds, he would dare to think about a larger territory.

He's Andy Smith, not the old guy Warren Buffett, and he values the future, the long term future, and Warren Buffett's investment philosophy is the cigar butt philosophy, which is to find companies that have one breath left, and burn the last bit, to dry the last bowl of blood, to press zha cash.

As for what a brilliant past this company has, what legendary stories, for an old gangster like Warren Buffett, he would ruthlessly tear it apart and sell it in categories, buy it for a dollar, get drummed by him like this, and it would be 5 or even 10 dollars.

So Buffett's best sight is that he can find the most valuable, burning cigar butt out of tens of thousands of copies, and he can suck on the last bite to reveal a blazing cigar butt.

This pursuit of short-term gains is nothing short of a Buffett with half of his body in a coffin. Besides, he has played a lifelong routine. He can no longer get acquainted with it. He really wants to think that what this old hooligan says about making money from long-term investments will definitely be ignored.

“Al, you said that once I acquired Tesla, wasn't it a little too much industry span, the environmentally friendly electric car, the battery was the center of gravity, the solar energy, the future had to be involved, to increase production, the traditional car manufacturing had to acquire, God, the whole blueprint was finished. ”

“Boss, you shouldn't paint this blueprint right now, you have to wait until it's on the market to show it to shareholders, to show it to Wall Street and investors, to tell it to everyone, they'll pay for your great dreams. ”

Alvitelli, who turned her head and looked over at the large amount of information on the desk, pushed her glasses and looked at a lazy sofa nestled in his office lounge, the young boss with the scaffolding on the desk, smiling.

“Al, you're gonna teach me bad. ”

“It's an honor, boss, but you're a genius and you don't need to be taught... ”

“Pff--”

Andy almost sprayed a sip of coffee, reached out and wiped his mouth corner, flipped a white eye without anger, put his foot down, looked at the time, it was almost noon, and stood up from the couch, "Go away, nothing important, don't look for me, I'm going to find a quiet place to conceive a novel... ”

Al doesn't know how many women the boss has, but he also knows that he definitely has more than one or two. As for the excuse to think about the novel and cheat others, he looked up at the young boss who turned to the door and said hastily: "Boss, the price of gold futures has plummeted back to $906. ”

“Let me know when you get to $1,000 an ounce... ”

Andy couldn't get his head back, pulling the door open and waving his hand up as he said it, stretching out.