Carl is really a little puzzled, he can't understand where Andy's anger comes from, and the paparazzi that bothers him is just a problem that every celebrity must accept and adapt to, but Andy's emotions are a bit overreacted .
"Hey, Andy, what the hell is wrong with you? Didn't you have paparazzi with you when you first became famous? I thought you've gotten used to it. Isn't it a bit too much for you to show such anger now? Do you want the effect?" Karl asked in a strange tone.
"I... well, I don't know what's going on, maybe it's a bit anxious, forget it, don't want to, what's going on with the game company?" Andy felt his body's strength suddenly disappear. Falling, unable to vomit, asked depressively.
"You will adapt to this kind of life! I have already made an appointment with them, and soon I will organize people to conduct an evaluation, and then you will be required to participate in the final negotiation." Carl heard Andy's fateful tone and felt a while in his heart. Funny, really hypocritical.
"Okay, it's all right. I hung up, fuck, a bunch of bichi!" Andy scolded unwillingly.
After hanging up the phone decisively, Carl couldn't help but shake his head and smiled cheaply at the mobile phone, "It's really a child's temper, but this is just the beginning, how can I miss this good opportunity, who will not be able to live with the US knife."
After that, I found a number and called it, "Hey, Richard, are you guys really interested in signing Andy and giving him a record? What? Of course it's okay, everything is up to me, me and you. Say..."
"Snapped"
Andy threw the gossip magazine in his hand on the table and looked at the newspapers and magazines scattered on the table. Although the front pages of several large newspapers were not him, they also occupied a large amount of other pages.
Andy raised his head and sighed. Sure enough, he couldn't believe the professional ethics of this group of reporters. The dazzling headline made him stunned when he saw it. He really wanted to kill his rhythm.
"This is really a headache. These damn paparazzi turned out all the pictures of Andy's death. These big newspapers are even more ruthless. The reports are very detailed. The hundreds of millions of them are enough to scare me. How the fuck do not know that I have hundreds of millions of cash!"
He picked up the sandwich on the dining table and bite it fiercely. At breakfast, Liu Yan's eyes were dumb, and the kind of eyes that looked at monsters were really crazy.
These reports, although there is no specific figures for the sale of Talent Show copyrights, but due to the disclosure of the general figures by British independent TV personnel and the deliberate hype of NBC, almost all of them are described by various youngest billionaires.
This excites Americans. Through the summary of various reports, this is a typical American dream. A high school student wrote a book and left New York to Los Angeles. After two years of silence, he did not give up. By perseverance, Achieved success, and proved his talents while also being spiritually sublimated.
It seems that it has scratched the itch of mainstream American society. The number of blogs and newly registered Facebook fans has begun to grow at an alarming rate under the continued touted media reports.
Of course, those gossip tabloids turned over all kinds of bad news and negative reports from Andy's two years of silence in order to sell them, and they were sold again. These reports are too fucking.
Fortunately, these successes came from his own efforts, without relying on the support of the family, which made some Qiu Fu not hate him, and did not black out his family.
After eating breakfast angrily, opening the curtains, there were more than a dozen reporters outside the iron gate of the villa, some of them were squatted for several days, and the rest were new here this morning. It was consumed at the door of his house.
Depressed, he took the phone and called Carl, "Hey, what happened to the company?"
With a cigar in his mouth, Karl leaned comfortably on the boss's chair, remembering the reporters outside the company this morning, he grinned involuntarily: "What else, good, now our company is famous, Several TV stations and production companies have called to ask for copyrights, and I have already released the good voice and the idea that you are the one. I believe someone will come to your door soon."
"Shette!" Andy scolded, and he shouldn't have asked him. He could not have had a reporter around him all day. "You can handle the company's affairs. What happened to the game company? The price is almost the same. After buying, I will leave Los Angeles after the acquisition and find a place to hide."
He heard Andy's complaining words and said, "I contacted Nelson just now, and we will go to San Francisco together tomorrow. Also, let me tell you good news, I hired two of you from Blackwater Bodyguard, after all, you are now the youngest billionaire, safety first!"
Hearing Carl's words, he was dumbfounded and finally smiled helplessly, "You can do it! I hung up."
This time the report is naturally more powerful than the last one. The young billionaire can imagine how the effect will be. Although Andy's parents knew that their son's ideas were sold for tens of millions, the two saw the newspaper The content is still dumbfounded.
"Our son is a billionaire? Or the youngest? Hundreds of millions of cash?" Li Wanqing asked, holding the newspaper in a daze, pointing at the son's picture in the newspaper.
"It should be almost the same, but I heard Nielsen say that he seems to have bought all Apple stocks." Aston had calmed down from his surprise. He called and asked Nielsen the first time he saw the newspaper, and got more accurate information. .
"My son is so powerful, I want to call immediately..." Li Wanqing woke up from the shock and took out her mobile phone in anxious mood.
Auston silently watched his wife yelling and talking with his son on the phone. He picked up the newspapers and magazines on the table and began to read them. From the corner of his mouth, he could be seen very happy and proud.
Komatsu Takamatsu who moved into his new home in Los Angeles was even more shocked, and the sunshine teenagers who were drinking and talking with them suddenly became genius writers, the youngest billionaires.
"Husband, do you say this is true?" Xi Youmi asked suddenly.
"Oh, it's all reported how it might be fake. It's very clear in the newspaper, isn't it, but I didn't expect that the difference between his previous appearance and the present is really a bit big, and there is such an embarrassing past." Gao Xiaosong was surprised Soon afterwards, he calmed down and said with a smile a gossip magazine with a picture of Andy Bian.
"Well, really, it used to be so thin, mainly because it felt too decadent!" Xi Youmi looked at it and commented.
The two of you started talking about me sentence by sentence. As a new friend, I was still curious about Andy's things.
The American media, from beginning to pay attention to Andy's music, to the present wealth storm, seems to be full of appreciation for Andy, a young and talented young talent who is handsome and talented.
God, the girls were almost attracted by his perfect figure and the handsome face with a charming smile, and of course, more importantly, they were so rich. It's just a small piece of fresh diamond meat, making it three feet long.
The American people generally appreciate Andy's evaluation. As for the disharmony in the trough period, they have not been excessively blamed. Who has never been young, but because Andy can work out of the trough and reach a new height, I admire everyone. Everyone knows that a new idol is born.
The original creator Karl, Xuele Publishing House and NBC, independent TV stations are all happy and crazy. This time the hype has achieved great success. Carl has become a hot figure. Xuele has watched the increase in sales of digital music. The show of Talent Show has also spread to every corner with the report, and the popularity has been greatly improved again.
The real biggest beneficiary was sullenly sweating in the gym, slamming the sandbag with his gloves without any skills, and making a dull impact. The strength has begun to be a bit perverted, he feels that he can easily burst the sandbag.
After venting unbridledly, Andy took off his gloves and tossed aside, took a bottle of mineral water from the rest chair and drank it.
The thorough coolness made him excited, exhaled a breath, wiped off the sweat on his face with a towel, and looked at the sandbags that were still shaking.