American Fortune Life

It seems that emotions and money are difficult to reconcile, as the saying goes, "The poor couple's pessimism”. How can you talk about money without hurting your feelings? This is actually a test of the wisdom of both sides.

No money, sadness, so much wealth like Andy's, the problems that may evolve are more complicated.

According to one statistic, the divorce rate in the United States is about 50 per cent, of which nearly 70 per cent are divorced mainly because of money, which is the biggest “killer” of marriage-damaging relationships and, as can be seen, some of which generally afflict humankind around the world.

Every marriage begins with hope and dreams, yet every marriage is broken for different reasons, but there are not a few marriages separated by money.

A lot of people would feel like talking about money. Isn't marriage vulgar?

Quite the contrary.

Because marriage often begins with love, but ends with life. In today's world, marriages that do not reach consensus financially cannot reach their final end.

In Andy's heart, Ivana's intelligence and intelligence are high, and he knows that he now possesses more wealth than any woman can afford.

So, he's been paying attention to money problems, and he can get big pens for Ivana jewelry, the company, diamond BRA for Lima, Césai Manor, the mansion, her reddish yacht, the overrun, and even with shelves like Miranda Cole that give her pocket money, he hasn't said 'I have no money for you'.

In Andy's view, even if you think so, you can never say it because it's the most poisonous qing word between a man and a woman.

Love, the breath of marriage, comes from the economic individuality of LI!

Whether it's all delivered to her clothing and jewellery company or this unpaid loan, Andy handles each other's monetary relationship with care.

Everyone's psychological changes are subtle and different. They may reassure people, but not necessarily, and vice versa.

Ivana wrote the note, Andy ripped off the check, and put it in the safe where Ivana knew the password.

“Thank you for your support, darling!" Ivana wrapped her arms around Andy's neck and kissed him hard in the face, smiling happily.

Andy smiled and patted her at the expense of PIgu, picking a frown and saying, "Don't cry! ”

“Shit! How is it possible, I have done market analysis, the housing rental market will definitely recover one step ahead, after all, millions of mortgage defaults, unemployment will increase dramatically, renting houses will be a choice for many... ”

Watching me talk about my familiar industry, Ivana, with a smile on Andy's face, listening without any impatience.

“Oh, let me tell you something, I want to buy some buildings to host too! ”

“Absolutely! That's it, I'll keep an eye out for the right building, this real estate crash is definitely a great opportunity to cover the bottom... ”

Ivana, the incarnate investor, whispered to Andy about the Manhattan real estate prices all the way out of the CP Group building before stopping, and Andy Wen, don't, like a proud swan, walked into the building in a crowd of puppies.

Andy shook his head and raised the window and said, "Go to the Newsweek Building. ”

Andy didn't live anywhere for the next two days, but walked his New York company around, AMC, Marvel, Bloomberg News, Observer News, Giants, Red Bull...

Touring his territory like a young, strong male lion, he needed to know more about his industry since he chose to take a short break from digestion.

Honestly, one lap down, Andy's meeting made me want to throw up. Good thing this busy, boring state of work didn't last too long. On the evening of June 9, Andy took his assistant aboard an aerial palace flying to San Francisco.

On this trip to San Francisco, in addition to attending Apple's Global Developers' Conference to take a look at the allure of the new Jobs showcase, there is a continual tour of your territory.

Brush ——

Andy squinted his eyes, holding a cigar in his mouth and graffiti on a piece of white paper with a pencil in his right hand.

On the other hand, the little assistant was curious, his eyes widened, the probe looked at the picture he was drawing, and he still had seven or eight finished sketches in his hand.

A funny Q character, a magician, a savage, a giant, a goblin, a dead spirit, a flying dragon baby, an archer, etc., jumped under Andy's brush.

"Tribal Conflict", one of Andy's favorite games of his previous life, reproduces the characters in the game like a gourd, architectural style, props are not difficult for him.

The game incorporates instant strategy and tower defense features, and building houses and turrets, collecting resources, training soldiers, and networking fights are key elements of the game.

Such networked games must be fair if they are to be fired, but they are purely fair and will lose the bourgeoisie players. After all, such hand games need to be bought by selling props.

Andy knows this better than anyone, and any game will have non-R, small R, medium R, and large R players, and there will indeed be a gap between the different types of players.

Tribal Conflict is an important reason why Andy's plan is to continue the version he's played and make it a fairer game!

Money can be upgraded quickly, but it doesn't mean you can't keep up with money players without it, it just takes more time for players to make their own trade-offs in time and money!

Homeowners naturally care more about saving time, no matter what game they play, they tend to take advantage one step ahead of the other by charging money to shorten their upfront development time.

“Boss, it's too late...” The assistant at the side looked at the time, and it was after midnight, he couldn't help but remind him.

“Hmm?” Andy stopped and glanced at the clock on the wall and nodded. “Got it. ”

Tory Blake stood up and began to pick up the scripts on his desk, tidy them up and pick up a folder.

Andy picked up the extinguished cigar, cut off the ash section in front of him with the cigar, picked up the cigar tube beside him and put it in, stood up from the chair, stretched his lazy waist, and beat him uncontrollably.

Stepping out of the study, barefoot Andy stepped on a carpet worth half a million dollars and lazily arrived in a luxurious master bedroom with a massive trauma, lifting the blanket of the split sky blue silk duvet, taking off his nightgown and lying down.

Less than a few minutes later, Tory, wearing a suspended nightdress, walked in with a bottle of mineral water, walked to the edge of the wound and put the mineral water in the card slot of the dresser, then took off the nightdress and lowered the brightness of the light in the master bedroom.

“Hmm?” Andy opened his eyes, looking at Tory, who was about to wake Xiao Andy, and frowned slightly, "No, I'm a little sleepy. Come to bed. ”

Little assistant who had not eaten a few bites of food, some grudgingly looked at the demon king, but now that the demon king had said it, she had no choice but to lie down and go into the arms of the demon king, dragging the blanket over him.

“Go to sleep, we'll be busy all morning in San Francisco.” Andy held the little assistant pillow, and when Lochsan's claws came home, he closed his eyes and mumbled.