American Fortune Life

Looking down from the porthole, the suburbs of New York are gray everywhere, with a large area of ​​dark trees and light grasses. The urban roads extending in all directions are intertwined and extended among the high-rise buildings.

The quiet Manhattan River glistened in the afternoon sun. Looking at New York from the air, I feel its desolation even more. The plane is about to land. Along the Hudson River, the plane made a big turn.

The blue river surrounds Manhattan - skyscrapers, bridges across the water, outline the grandeur and splendor that a metropolis should have.

Andy's hair was still a little wet. He had just taken a shower before, and he looked at Scarlet, whose face was full of red light, with a pair of smiling eyes that were almost crescent-shaped, and a lazy and powerless posture nestled on the luxurious oversized seat. With a satisfied and proud smile, he is like a little fox who has eaten successfully.

Andy smiled helplessly and was too lazy to say anything. In the six hours in the air, he had learned all of Scarlett's skills, and he didn't let him stop at all. The feeling of being hollowed out.

After each time, she insisted and continued to serve herself hard. Andy couldn't kick her away, so he could always let her hand.

"I said that you are not afraid of being played bad, but also worried about being played with hei!" Andy felt empty in his belly and had a strong sense of hunger. Scarlett complained directly.

"Gig... um~ my voice is a little hoarse, but it's okay, I've made an appointment with a nurse, and I'll have advanced care after Christmas. I'm still very satisfied with your SHETOU, I don't want to lose that beauty. Experience, huh, this time I want to see what kind of expression the lady will have when she finds out that she has no ammunition, cluck..."

Scarlett's voice became even more hoarse, she coughed lightly, and smiled smugly. Andy looked at her fair and ruddy face, and couldn't help but be slightly absent-minded, leaned out and lowered her head to kiss her. *The red chun, reached out and stroked her somewhat stunned face and said, "Merry Christmas, dear!"

"Hey, where's the gift?"

Andy smiled, took out a delicate velvet box from the coat pocket on the side, and handed it to Scarlett who looked curious and expecting.

"Really love bracelets?!"

With surprise on her face, Scarlett looked at the rose gold bracelet in the box, which was densely covered with diamonds and the small gold screwdriver. Holding the box, she ignored her slightly sore body and sat directly in the safe. In Di's arms, a pair of beautiful eyes flashed light, and Andy looked at each other affectionately, and said happily: "Come on, help me put it on!"

Andy nodded with a smile. Scarlett is very clear about the meaning of Cartier's LOVE series bracelets. It conveys fiery emotions, expressing endless love, and is nicknamed "modern love handcuffs" by people.

Andy picked up the gold screwdriver, cracked the screws, and opened the bracelet. Scarlett pursed her lips and smiled, watching Andy help her put it on her wrist, tightening the screws one by one, and finally she gave her own red. CHUN.

After a long time, Scarlett looked at Andy with blurry eyes, reached out and stroked his cheek, and whispered: "I love you, Andy!"

"Well, I know that encountering, bonding, and intercourse with each other, just like this bracelet, we need to work together, work together and take care." Andy reached out and grabbed the little white hand wearing the bracelet and kissed it gently.

The plane landed, Scarlett tiptoed and Andy warmed up on the private tarmac, reluctantly got into the car, waved goodbye, Andy looked at the car that was leaving, and was a little relieved. These two days, he really I was sucked by this terrifying spider jing.

"Kenny, find a restaurant to eat first, I'm starving like crazy..."

"Okay, boss." Kenny looked at the pale face of the boss in the rear-view mirror, and couldn't help sighing with envy in his heart, because the big boss had a strong body, otherwise, Scarlett alone would be able to eat the boss. nothing remains,

Nima, what a horrible mother SHOU.

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The waiter in the restaurant looked at the food that had been swept away in a stunned manner. Naturally, they knew Andy Smith's identity, but it was terrifying how the food tasted like an African refugee.

To be honest, Andy didn't like the kind of manipulation and pretense of Western food. Eating a meal was like fighting a war. He was super nervous. He had to concentrate on improving his taste buds. The taste slips away, he meows, eats for a few hours, and he doesn't have to do anything.

After paying the bill and leaving a $20 tip, Andy's panic caused by hunger finally dissipated, and he got into the car with a calm smile on his face, "Go to Liberty City Investment Company."

Christmas is coming soon, and the whole Wall Street is in a festive atmosphere. Of course, under the impact of the subprime mortgage crisis, this year Wall Street did not have the scene of rushing to give out huge year-end bonuses like last year. The difference from the bleak whole Wall Street is that the scenery is infinite. On the 23rd, which should have been a long holiday, the Liberty City Investment Company was fully staffed and drank champagne in an excited and joyful atmosphere, waiting impatiently for the arrival of their young boss.

That's right, Andy came back today to throw money!

No matter how Andy keeps accounts and finds a way to transfer funds, his profit this year is really too large. Various donations and tax deductions for charitable funds still make his open accounts show that he needs to pay a lot of taxes. , instead of paying taxes, it is better to work hard for yourself for a year.

While other financial giants were devastated by the subprime mortgage turmoil, Andy hoped that his men would be able to spend the New Year with a purse.

"The boss is here—"

"Clap clap-"

Andy walked into the spacious hall of Liberty City Investment Company in the warm and excited applause and cheers. Looking at the subordinates who were a bit rambunctious, he couldn't help smiling and reached out to take a glass of champagne, stretched out his palm to Press down.

"In 2007, the real estate bubble burst, and the subprime loan market broke out in a repayment crisis. The media boasted about my investment vision and courage, saying that I was a strategic master. Well, we did make arrangements very early. Danley, Deutsche Bank, Goldman Sachs, these behemoths were all beheaded by us one by one..."

clap clap-

Andy suppressed the applause here, smiled, and looked around the whole hall confidently and calmly for a week, and said aloud: "But I am very clear that this year's success is due to you, and the fact that you are still in the UK, foot basin, HK, Germany. With the support and work day and night of all our members, we have found "opportunities" in the subprime mortgage crisis and achieved impressive and impressive profits. Here, I, Andy Smith, thank you all for the past year. hard work!"

The applause here was replaced by the breathless and fiery eyes of all the subordinates, and Andy did not continue to sell off.

"I will take $100 million from the company's profits as your year-end bonus..."

"Long live the boss!"

"Long live boss, I love you!"

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The entire floor was shaken by deafening cheers, stomps, and applause, and the people who stayed behind in other companies downstairs and upstairs were envy and wry smiles, and this group of lunatics began to celebrate again!