American Fortune Life

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Andy's tense body finally relaxed. Seeing the red light on the car fender flashing, he reached out to turn on the light in the car, and then pulled up the flushed Liton who was still licking the corner of his mouth and spitting something on a tissue. meister.

"It's almost there, pack it up..." Andy straightened up his trousers and belt, and Lively pulled up his low-cut dress again, annoyed coquettishly, "Damn it, it's all drool! "

"Huh, I accidentally ate some just now, you'll come next time!" Liton held the makeup mirror in his hand, wiped his mouth with a wet towel, and then touched up his makeup with lip gloss, while casting a blank glance at the hypocritical Lively. .

The blush on Blake Lively's fair and pretty face still hasn't faded. He spat on Litton lightly, stretched out his hand to adjust the dress, and after covering his plump peaks, he also took out the makeup mirror and began to check his hairstyle.

Andy helped the two of them check for omissions and make up for vacancies, and adjusted their hairstyles, "Crack!"

Andy was slapped on the back by Blake, who was blushing and angrily staring at him with a face of embarrassment. He was taken aback, and turned around and asked angrily, "What's wrong with you?"

Lively blushed and gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Where are my underwear!"

"Ahem..." Andy took out a small black lace letter from the gap in the seat behind him, picked it up with one finger and sent it to Lively.

"Hmph!" Lively snatched it away, bent over and raised a slender leg to start wearing it.

"Giggle..." Leighton Meester smiled coquettishly, not paying attention to Lively's embarrassing stare and Andy's sneer.

Under the escort of the paparazzi, Andy sent the two beautiful ladies home in a very gentlemanly manner, and then drove back to Manhattan. When passing by a famous pizza shop, Andy got off the car and walked into the pizza shop.

"Damn it, I thought I could take pictures of the three of them entering the hotel. They were all eating, getting in and out of the car!" In a silver-gray business car, a camera was being held up to take pictures of Andy at the pizzeria. In the photo, muttering endlessly in his mouth.

"It's not bad. It's because he wants to hype the TV series and those two actors. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to keep up. Everyone knows that the bodyguards around him are powerful. If we really want to get rid of us, there is nothing we can do." The paparazzi driver was also holding a camera and taking pictures.

"Let's go... His bodyguard is here!"

"Don't be nervous..." The driver put down the camera and was about to start the car when he heard the sound of knocking on the car window.

Lowering the car window, Toby's tall figure, with a black face, showing big white teeth, said in a low voice: "Our boss said that it's not easy to follow all night in the cold, please eat pizza. . .”

After speaking, he stuffed the pizza through the car window, then turned and walked to another paparazzi car.

"Damn it, how did he know we were journalists?"

"Okay, they are more professional than us! Come on, let's eat a piece, the rich man treats you..."

In the Cadillac, Andy licked his fingers after eating a piece of pizza, as if thinking of something, the corner of his mouth twitched twice, but he continued to pick up a piece of pizza and ate it indifferently.

The next day, Andy came back from a morning run, took a hot shower, was wearing a bathrobe, and while wiping his hair, he walked into the restaurant, took the sweet milk on the dining table and drank it, sat on a chair, and started Open today's newspaper.

Sure enough, all the tabloids in New York put Andy's one-on-two photos on the most conspicuous pages. Several gossip tabloids directly used the front page headlines, and all kinds of vague and ambiguous headlines were marked. See Andy could only shake his head and laugh.

It's almost enough to hype for a while. Keeping the two girls with a high exposure rate will have a huge publicity effect on the TV series that will start broadcasting in July. The new version of the script that I modified based on my memory and the more gorgeous costumes should be better than The previous version was better.

Eating the breakfast served by the maid, Andy closed the newspaper and said to the maid with a smile: "Today you buy more fresh fruits and vegetables,

Ivana comes back in the afternoon and will come to live. "

"Okay, sir." The maid replied with a smile.

Wearing a suit, tie, leather shoes, and a slim-fitting blue cashmere coat, Andy walked out of the apartment building in a professional outfit, ignoring the nonsense of the messy paparazzi, and got into the Maybach car under the protection of the bodyguards.

"Go to the newspaper."

The Maybach started slowly, followed the Cadillac driven by Toby, along Park Avenue from the Upper East Side, and needed to cross half of Manhattan to reach Wall Street, which is located at the corner of New York and faces the sea.

Although the car windows were closed, he could still clearly hear all kinds of cursing and car horns on the road. Andy smiled helplessly, and ran into the most famous traffic jam in New York.

Take out the notebook from the bag, open it, take out the Apple player and put on the earphones, slide the touchpad, open the folder in the notebook, find the file of "National Treasure" and open it, reach out to open the workbench, and put the laptop on , start writing.

Every office worker in New York estimates that 74 hours are wasted due to traffic jams every year. Of course, compared to the first traffic jam in Washington, Los Angeles, San Francisco, New York can only be photographed after these cities, but it is also depressing enough.

I went out at 8 o'clock, and it was already 11 o'clock in the morning when I arrived at the newspaper office. Andy was also drunk. He walked into the office, threw the coat in his arms to Tori behind him, walked to the desk, and sat on the boss chair , picked up the briefing on the table and began to check it.

"Boss, coffee."

"Hmm. Is there anyone looking for me?" While carefully reading today's briefing, Andy took the coffee cup that Tori carefully placed in his hand without looking up.

"Newsweek called and said that you agreed to their exclusive interview and needed to confirm the time with you. Also, the New York Fashion Week sent you an invitation; Invitation letter and auction album..."

Andy put the briefing back on the table, took a sip of coffee, and looked at Tori who was holding a black leather book and started reading one thing at a time.

"Okay, don't read it, the interview with "Newsweek", you look at the schedule, if there is nothing urgent, you arrange a time to notify them; you hand over the invitations to those charity dinners to Al, and let them screen them, Then make a tax-deductible donation plan, show me the album of the auction later, the invitation letter of the fashion week, let's talk..."

Andy put down his coffee cup, waved his hand, and continued to check the company briefings. At present, among the few things he is concerned about, the preliminary work of shorting cds and cdos, these junk bonds, has been completed, and the chips in his hand are increasing day by day , in this aspect, the cds team members led by Bardstone of Liberty City Investment Company and the think tank led by Alvetrie worked together according to the plan.

Then there is the IT company that needs to be established for the software application of whatsapp. Andy doesn't want to start from a studio with a few people. The source code has been developed by himself. He can directly establish a company and recruit some coders to improve it. For an excellent CEO, his company with a bright future must have an excellent manager to help him run it.