American Fortune Life

From April 2006 to June 2006, Andy basically stayed in the villa for two full months, except for one visit to the WGA Screenwriters Guild.

If it was a bit awkward and jerky to use movies to restore the novel at first, when he finished writing the Sleeping Charm, he seemed to have found a trick, burst into inspiration, and mastered the text more skillfully, which undoubtedly greatly increased his confidence. So in the past two months, in addition to eating and exercising, I have completed the first volume of "Dark Fairy Tales" and copied the first volume of "The Hunger Games" and the outline of the five scripts in one breath almost day and night.

The purpose of his going to the WGA Screenwriters Union is to hand over the five script outlines to the union for safekeeping. By paying a fee, he can protect his global copyright and prevent the film company from crashing. Even if there is a butterfly effect, it is difficult to guarantee the emergence of similar ideas. , exploiting the rules, invincible by virtue of the union's record keeping.

As for the original screenwriters of the previous life, I'm sorry, that's not what Andy considered.

There is nothing fair in this world. Plagiarism is nothing to money and fame. Shameless? Andy can only hehe. Who let himself be born again, no matter which passing immortal or the welfare given to him by the God of the West, he cannot but use these advantages to swallow all the resources he can grasp.

As for the profession of screenwriting, Andy is not very interested now, because screenwriters have a really low status in the film industry. The general strike in 2008 is a good example. Although he is also a registered screenwriter of the Screenwriters Guild, his work is only a The Ministry participated in the adaptation of the script of his own novel only.

The writers just made it easy for him to step into Hollywood, and he would never make a living out of it. A famous screenwriter with an annual income of 500,000 is a fart!

Ding dong.

After a few minutes, the door was slammed open, and a plain-looking middle-aged Chinese woman appeared in a drunken suit, her eyes were a little slack, and asked in a surprised and puzzled tone in front of the fat man Karl leaning on the door frame: "Wen Mr. Center, why are you drinking like this?"

"Andy... Is Andy at home?" Carl pushed away the woman's support and staggered into the villa, shouting loudly.

"Hey, MAN! What time is it, why are you running here without going home after drinking so much?" Andy, who had just finished exercising and wanted to take a shower, heard the shouting, walked down from the second floor, and saw a drunk Broker, ask angrily.

Carl, who seemed to be about to fall into a drunken state, saw Andy approaching, his originally clumsy body seemed to become more sensitive, he took a few steps forward and hugged Andy, crying with a crying voice: "Andy, I'm fired. Now! That damn bitch ripped off the client in my hands and sued me for harassment, I'm done!"

Andy rolled his eyes, pushed Carl away who was crying, helped him sit down on the sofa, and said in Chinese to the nanny standing beside him, "Aunt Liu, get him a glass of ice water."

"Sir, you don't dare to call me that. You should call me by my name! I'll go get it right away." Liu Yan waved her hands in panic and cramped, still not comfortable with calling her auntie to this "foreigner" employer who speaks Mandarin better than herself.

Looking at Liu Yan's flustered back, she shrugged with a helpless expression on her face.

Liu Yan immigrated with her daughter. She originally opened a restaurant in Huaxia, and she is good at Sichuan cuisine. Although her daughter and son-in-law are middle-class, there is no financial pressure, but because of the language, it is a little uncomfortable for her to be idle at home all day. , all of them signed up for a job with an intermediary.

Fat Karl went around looking for a nanny who could cook Chinese food for Andy. He happened to see her profile. After getting a general understanding of the situation, he took her to Andy's house. Liu Yan saw the villa in the wealthy area and was very excited. She was apprehensive, afraid that her language problem would become an obstacle to finding a job, but when she met Andy, Andy spoke in standard Mandarin, which really surprised her.

Seeing the handsome older boy in front of him also became a lot more cordial. When Andy said that he had a quarter of Chinese ancestry, it made Liu Yan feel like he had met his compatriots, and his uneasy heart calmed down.

There was no problem in the next interview. After communicating for a while, the two sides decided on the employment relationship after understanding each other's basic situation.

He took the ice water from the nanny, stuffed it into the hands of Carl, who was still crying endlessly, and slapped him hard.

"Hey, man, it's almost time! It's not over, it's over without work, it's a matter of time anyway. I told you a long time ago that you should be careful about your secretary."

"Cough cough... cough, damn it, take it easy!" Carl rubbed his sore shoulder, drank a mouthful of ice water, and almost choked on it, looking at Andy's schadenfreude. Expression, "Hey, rub, I shouldn't be looking for you, it's impossible to get comfort from your mouth!"

"Hehe, you know me well. You're taking the blame for yourself. The unspoken rules of the office will definitely cause an accident. The time is only sooner or later!" Andy sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, squinting at Carl, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Which one of the top and bottom is clean in CCA! It's alright if you come out, take a shower and sleep, and I have something to tell you tomorrow!"

"Ah? Little Andy, don't you want to fire me too? I have only you now, you can't abandon me!" It seemed that something terrible had come to mind, and the rosy fat face suddenly turned pale after being drunk. A grief-stricken expression of death rushed towards Andy on the sofa.

"Go away, you fat bastard, I'm not gay! What are you thinking? I won't fire you, damn it, it's annoying enough, alright, stop making trouble, go wash and sleep, you sleep on the second floor The guest room." Andy was about to explode with anger, stomped on Carl's stomach, looked at the fat man lying on the carpet, turned around and walked up to the second floor.

Silent all night.

"I didn't expect you to get up earlier than me, Carl." Andy sat down at the table with a teasing expression, looked at Carl who was in much better spirits, and nodded to the nanny Liu Yan: "Morning, Aunt Liu. "

Without waiting for the two to speak, he continued to ask in a teasing tone, "Have you cried enough?"

Looking at Karl's blushing and fat face, he said to Liu Yan, "Aunt Liu, can I have some beef for breakfast? I need to supplement my nutrition. My body is a little weak."

"Okay, sir, I'll fry a plate of stir-fried beef for you, wait a moment." Liu Yan put the bread, milk bacon and fried eggs on the table, and answered Andy's request with a smile.

Andy looked at Liu Yan who was busy with the beef from the refrigerator and was speechless. Originally, he only wanted a fried veal, but it turned into a stir-fry. Full of flavor.

Carl on the other side began to clean the food on the table like a reincarnation of a starving ghost.

"Hey, you fat bastard, eat less, this is my breakfast!" Andy grabbed the plate of food in annoyance and growled loudly.

"Cut, cheapskate!" Karl muttered, stuffing bread and bacon into his mouth.

Andy twitched the corners of his eyes and kept telling himself in his heart not to have the same knowledge as this dead fat man.

The breakfast ended when Carl looked at Andy's full meal, "Okay, fat man, come to the study, I have something to tell you." Andy wiped his mouth with a napkin and patted his stomach with satisfaction.

Carl followed into the study angrily. As for Andy calling him dead fat, he was not at all disgusted. After the two sat down, Liu Yan brought two cups of coffee.

Andy took a sip of coffee, then took out the manuscript of "Dark Fairy Tales" from the drawer of the desk and threw it in front of Carl.

Carl almost spit out the coffee in his mouth, he put down the cup in his hand excitedly, and looked at the stack of manuscripts with hot eyes.

"God, god, I'm not dreaming!" Looking at Carl, who was overexcited, Andy drank coffee calmly.

"Oh, God! Little Andy has a new work!" Karl, who was holding the manuscript and dancing, was full of excitement.

"Okay, okay, sit down and say." Andy raised his eyebrows, "This book is used to complete the contract with Scholastic Publishing House."

After a long breath, Carl's fat face flushed with excitement showed a relieved expression: "I know, I know, Andy, you won't let me down, I'm right, you are a genius, It's always been...Andy, you've really changed a lot."

"Everyone will change, I'm just mature, and I won't be confused and hesitant anymore, and I'm no longer the me I used to be." Andy waved his hand, "Okay, let's not talk about this, and Xue Le After the publishing house is over, I want to set up a company to manage all the copyrights and commercial operations of the books, I don't have so much time and energy to manage it, I hope you will take care of it for me."

Carl's lips trembled slightly, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Andy, and finally sighed: "Really, thank you Andy, although I really want to help you take care of everything, but I'm afraid my ability is limited."

"When did you become a mother-in-law? This is not the Carl I know. Didn't you trick me into Hollywood for better development?" Andy couldn't help frowning.

"Aren't you worried that I will Cavan again? You can rest assured, you see..." After speaking, Andy threw the manuscript of "The Hunger Games" on the table again, "This is a book A novel I have high hopes for, and I am sure it will make it to the top of the bestseller list!"

"Okay, okay, hahaha." Fat Carl had a wretched smile on his face, holding the two manuscripts tightly with both hands, as if he had thought of something, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"Okay, put down "The Hunger Games" first. This is a check for 100,000 yuan. You go to register the company and lease the office. The name of the company is Mockingjay." Andy took the manuscript back from Carl's hand and put it back in the drawer. He took out another pencil sketch, the Mockingjay emblem from the movie The Hunger Games with its wings outstretched in flames, and handed it to Carl.

Carl looked at the bird with its wings spread out in flames on the white paper, and read the word under the pattern softly.

"mockingbird!"