American Fortune Life

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When Andy stepped out of the car, Kuaiyin and the witch rushed over from the door of the villa like two off-string bows and arrows, and kept jumping up and jumping on Andy's body. Same.

When the witch was jumping up, Andy smiled and hugged it into his arms. The witch turned her head and rubbed against Andy's cheek, her head twitching.

Kuaiyin also stood upright, with its two front paws on Andy's body, humming, and Andy smiled and reached out to stroke the top of its head.

"Good kids, all good kids..."

Carl looked at the two dogs being intimate with Andy, and seeing Kuaiyin's silly appearance with four paws facing the sky and showing his belly following Andy's stroking, he couldn't help laughing and said, "These two silly dogs should be most grateful for Me, not me, how could they live such a good life."

Andy raised his head and gave Carl a white look, and complained, "No wonder they don't like you."

"Ha~ I should let them read the news. A few days ago, Agence France-Presse reported a report that made people angry. Under the impact of the subprime mortgage crisis, many American families who could not repay their loans were forced to relocate. Some families with pets because of It is difficult to find a suitable new residence for pets in a short period of time, and the pets have to be discarded.

Some pets are abandoned by their owners on the street to fend for themselves, which is fine; some pets suffer more tragically. The police and the lending institutions who came to take back the houses found that a large number of pets were abandoned in the empty houses. They had to starve to death because they had no food source. . . . "

Andy's hand touching Kuaiyin froze slightly, and tilted his head slightly to avoid the witch who kept squatting at him, patted its head, and his face was a little gloomy, "A group of beasts, don't they always say that dogs belong to them?" Friends, are you family?"

Carl couldn't help crying and laughing at the angry Andy, shook his head and said, "No one, the vast majority of people are still very good to their pets."

"Shet! I can't imagine how many of the 2 million Americans who have been repossessed by their lenders due to the subprime mortgage crisis will have to find another place to live..."

Andy sneered and said, for the American crow standing on the coal pile, he would not get used to his disgusting face when he saw other people's blackness but not his own blackness, so he took out his phone and dialed directly.

"Peter, it's me. Have you read the Agence France-Presse's report on pet dogs? As long as you have seen it, let our people do an in-depth follow-up report, investigate all the original owners of the houses whose pets died of starvation, and publish it. Come out and let the animal police know who to look for! Since you don't want to be a human,

Stop being human! "

Looking at Andy who angrily hung up the phone, Carl shook his head and was speechless, mourning silently for those scumbags who were targeted by Andy. After all, cruelty to animals in the United States is not only morally condemned, it will cause big trouble, and will face the police charges, there will be prison time.

"I want to adopt a few more dogs." Andy took a deep breath, touched the witch's head, and said to himself.

"Well, Corgi and Golden Retriever are both good, with gentle personalities."

"How about a husky?"

"Ha~ silly dog, good at demolition..."

"Go back and donate some money to those shelters, don't just euthanize pets..."

After taking a shower, Andy, who was wearing comfortable casual clothes and nestled on the sofa, slowly sipped his coffee, looked at Carl, who had just moved away from the back of the little assistant, and said angrily, "What kind of eyes do you have?"

"It's nothing, I just found out that Tori's figure is getting hotter and hotter, tsk tsk..."

"Go to hell, you're talking nonsense, I'll fire you!"

"Pfft—"

Carl almost penned the coffee he just drank, and rolled his eyes wildly, "Aren't you also infected by CP, and you use firing people as a mantra... By the way, the copyright fees and advertising revenues of several variety shows last year have been paid up The company has credited it, a total of 75 million, and the novel royalties for the fourth quarter of last year have also credited, a total of 26 million, it is time to release a new work, and sales have dropped a bit, and the release of follow-up new books will drive sales."

"Let's release the second volume of The Hunger Games. Hasn't Xuele been warming up for a long time? By the way, is there any progress in the strike of the Writers Guild? Don't really affect the hosting of the Oscars."

"The American screenwriters who are on strike are beginning to let go. The American Screenwriters Guild and Lionsgate seem to be reaching a temporary agreement. There is no way. Your AMC and Showtime TV stations have reached a temporary agreement with the Screenwriters Guild. The pressure on other companies is not small. , can’t let the American people continue to watch reruns, the Grammys should be able to solve the problem.”

When Carl talked about the Grammys, he looked at Andy with resentment in his eyes, and said helplessly, "The people from Universal Music are killing me, when are you going to release your first album? Also, Grammy Midea invited you to perform, but why don't you give me an answer?"

"There are only three nominations that have anything to do with me, best country duet between me and Taylor, best country song for my "500 Miles From Home", and best new artist for Taylor, I'm okay with that, little Taylor I'm a little depressed to meet Amy Winehouse this year, and I probably ran away with him." Andy was a little depressed, he really didn't care if he won the award, but after Little Taylor was nominated, he called him and tweeted I was very excited, but Andy knew that it was unlikely that she would win the prize.

"Isn't there another nomination for best pop male singer?"

Andy rolled his eyes wildly, and complained directly: "Then hey, the Grammy asked me to run with Justin Timberlake. I'm an amateur singer. How can I compete with Lao Jia for this award? Forget it. I want to bring little Taylor to perform together, but little Taylor will definitely be very disappointed when the time comes, in case the mood is affected and messed up again, forget it, tell them, I don't sing, play a piano piece! "

"Boss, the pianist Lang Lang from Tianchao will perform with the band, are you sure you want to play the piano?" Carl looked at the calm Andy with black lines, and he was also a little crazy about Andy who was getting more and more willful.

"I'm not competing with him, I'm comparing skills, I'm composing a new piano piece, I think the Grammys should be happy." Andy's arrogant face, which took advantage of the Grammys, made Carl almost It's shameless to complain about Andy.

"Ahem... Boss, can you stop playing, you compose piano music? Well, you are a genius, it is not surprising that you have created anything, but it is a live broadcast from all over the world, can we be more reliable?"

"Ha~" Andy let out a little bit of displeasure, squinting at the wryly smiling Carl, and said coquettishly, "It seems that you are doubting my music level? Hold your phone and I'll play it for you Listen to..."

Andy put down his coffee cup, walked to the piano in the corner of the living room, opened the cover, and started playing without any practice.

. . . . . .

After the song was played, not only Carl, who was holding the phone, swallowed in disbelief, but even Tory Black and Liu Yan, the little assistants standing at the kitchen door, applauded excitedly.

"Boss, it's so nice, what's the name of this piano piece?"

Andy looked at the excited pretty face of the little assistant, and said with a smile: "I haven't decided on a name yet, but it's just a rhapsody, inspired by the ruins of the World Trade Center on 9/11, and the tragedy of the Afghan sunset reflected in the flames and dust in the sky." The picture of..."

"Oh my God, Andy, have you registered the copyright?" Carl turned off the phone with trembling hands, saved it, and asked excitedly.

"Nonsense, none of my music has been registered. Don't rush to spread it. Just show it to the Grammy organizing committee. It needs the cooperation of the symphony orchestra. I'll give you the score in a while."

"There is no better name than "New York Rhapsody". The American people will love this piano piece. It will become a new famous song in the 21st century. The melody is passionate and high-pitched. I love this piece. It's perfect. Universal Music, we should record first, then make the record, and on the day of the Grammys, we will sell it on shelves and provide music downloads for a fee... oh my god, a lot of money..."

Andy became more and more excited as he talked. Perhaps it was Andy's music background commentary that made Carl more excited. After all, Carl was also a witness to 911. Although he was not at the scene of the crash, he watched the World Trade Center burning and collapsed Boundless smoke and dust. . .

The prototype of this song is the piano piece of "Croatian Rhapsody". It originally described the post-war period. The smoke that has not yet dissipated is in the air, and there are ruins everywhere after the fire. It fits perfectly with the New York of 9/11. Carl's deeply buried pain, perhaps this is also the pain of all New Yorkers, a pain that cannot be forgotten.

Looking at the mist in Carl's eyes, he used chatter to cover up his excitement, and his fingers holding the phone were still trembling slightly, Andy patted him on the shoulder silently.

"War and rebirth, the flames of life are so short, they are released endlessly, desperately sucking every ounce of life's essence, and then passing away. It's a pity for those sad lives. Amen!" Carl's lips trembled slightly, and his eyes looked complicated Andy whispered softly.