The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 471 The infinitely rotating lens, those are Anna’s eyes!

Author: Qingsi Looking Back

"Vickers, what's wrong?"

Everyone saw the anger flashing in Vickers's eyes, and they were a little confused. Caroline asked in surprise.

In their opinion, it was not the first time that Vickers had dealt with Chuck, and they should know that Chuck had this character.

Monica also witnessed with her own eyes that Chuck was more straightforward when talking to Vickers before. She also didn't see how Vickers was doing. She still had that grand expression of talking and laughing calmly.

I didn't expect that in front of so many people, Chuck's normal words would break their defense.

It really makes them feel a little baffled because they don't understand the three flavors.

However, everyone's IQ was above Smart, so even though they didn't understand the story, they quickly guessed that Chuck had investigated Vickers beforehand, and what he said must have connotations, which a top socialite like Vickers felt.

Deeply offended.

Therefore, even if the top socialite in Manhattan, who always prides herself on being the most receptive to art and at the forefront of fashion, feels truly deeply offended, her American fake smile and generosity can no longer be faked.

It’s true that she is the most receptive to art.

But please don’t forget that she is also a capitalist, and for capitalists, art that can create wealth is good art.

And many times, the artists who can create the most value and wealth are often dead artists.

Van Gogh, Monet.

Each of these great artists was impoverished during their lifetime, and after their death, the price of any of their works of art can easily be astronomical.

Once an artist dies, the number of their works is fixed and can be endlessly hyped.

Only in this way can the benefits be maximized.

This is a true artist who enjoys natural death, or seems to enjoy natural death.

After all, suicide, death from illness, etc., under the sky of Europe and America, have already caused people PTSD, and it is difficult for people not to think of it.

Once some artistic farmers (artistic farmers) supported by capital are considered to have maximized their profits, they do not even have a chance of 'natural death'.

There are not only one case in which the capital of the technical farmer in hand wants to cash out in advance, but the technical farmer in hand is too lazy to cover it up carefully.

And now she looked at Chuck who looked at her and asked "anything else" like her cold and domineering father, and she wanted to maximize the interests of Chuck, the "artist" who had offended her.

If she can do it, she will definitely do it!

"No……"

Vickers Weiland didn't look at Caroline, but stared at Chuck, and slowly said the same answer, but she didn't say the title of father.

Chuck looked at her calmly, knowing her psychology clearly.

That’s right!

He did it on purpose!

He didn't like this ambitious, mean-spirited woman who always came close to him, so he deliberately poked her lungs and made her uncomfortable. It was best to stay away from him.

The so-called "art" of offending has no distinction between intentional and accidental, it's all intentional!

The last person to do this was the venomous TV host who used the name of art to speak freely and rant all day long.

As a result, it was sprayed on Chuck, who directly exposed his true nature as a criminal, sending him to prison. He became everyone's joke and the "happy fruit" of his colleagues in the prison. Of course, he himself couldn't be happy.

After all, flowers bloom and bear fruit, and only after the flowers fade can the fruit be born.

As a "pistachio", there is no joy like a smile, and only the fruit is left after being destroyed.

It was also from that time that Chandler, a self-deprecating guy, officially came into contact with this industry, and was even said by Chuck that he really wanted to start with this funny joke and accumulate capital to compete for the leadership in the future.

But even with Chuck's support, he still only dared to laugh at himself and did not dare to offend others.

Because Chuck told him clearly that once he embarks on the so-called "artistic road" that is also mainstreamed by poisonous radio hosts, sooner or later he will suffer retribution, and Chuck cannot save him.

There are desperate writers who write manuscripts over and over again, discussing the first draft, the second draft, and the Nth draft with you over and over again to fine-tune every word.

There are also rehearsals and audience feedback, and these baggage and jokes are repeatedly refined after performance after performance.

What is accidental, what is not intentional, unless you believe it deliberately, no one will believe such nonsense!

Chandler's most admired idol, Deborah, the famous jokester and actor who performed in Las Vegas, was directly involved in the controversy caused by rumors and she became the first actress to have her own joke show on a TV station.

The opportunity to leave a name in history is regrettable for the rest of my life.

She is surrounded by people who stack buffs. The maid is an old woman from an ethnic minority with a free personality. Her agent is a gay African American who loves environmental protection. The girl she befriends at the casino is a Chinese single mother. Her competitor is S.H.I.E.L.D.

Melinda, a Chinese-American, has a double love for her female writer.

She was living in such a right environment and tried hard to be friendly to the right group, but by chance she got on the rainbow cruise ship with the lace trim that she hated the most. It was full of messy lace items that were ready to be played and exchanged.

When she went up to tell a joke, except for her flattering comment that "women understand women better" and received good feedback, all other content received only hostility and criticism from everyone, and then she was kicked out in despair.

She didn't even dare to deliberately offend them, but as long as she didn't support them and didn't completely obey them, even if the people close to her were full of buffs, it would still be of no use.

Do you want to gain fame and fortune by offending others, who are not ordinary people who can only tolerate bullying without any ability to fight back?

In a free America, what good things are there to think about!

Her writer is called a desperate writer, because she offended the boss with her jokes and was directly suppressed by the company. She went from a talented writer with unlimited fame to a desperate writer who can't find a job.

In the end, she could only fly from California to Las Vegas, and in this remote place in her eyes, write jokes for the outdated old woman she despised the most.

The two of them were beaten to death with a stick again and hanged because of how to write a story that would have a strong enough offensive effect without unscrupulously offending ordinary people who were offended and angry and helpless, but bosses with physical feedback.

Brain.

With the original intention of debuting as a poisonous radio host, the painful experience of the idol group, and Chuck's clear reminder, Chandler was frightened and walked on thin ice. He always remembered to try not to offend others and only focus on offending himself. This is money.

The real confidence that Dele dared to go to Las Vegas alone to perform.

Otherwise, there is something wrong with one on the east coast and the other on the west coast. By the time Chuck arrives, he will already be practicing the art of diving at the bottom of Lake Mead.

Um.

As long as Lake Mead doesn't dry up, he can dive forever.

That's how awesome it is.

"The satellite is about to be launched."

At this time, Chuck's cell phone rang. He checked it and said to everyone: "Let's go over."

Everyone agreed to go to the launch control room and witness the entire process of the satellite launch together with the fanatical and weird fans who could hardly keep up their expressions even when professional actor Leonard Nimoy came over.

Vickers Wieland looked sullen, but followed.

After all, what she said about her family's communications company and the launch center being closely connected was not a joke, but a fact.

In this case, there is no need to turn her away.

Even the Mediterranean horse Mars, whose handsome appearance could not be saved after being hit by three gun butts, was also present.

"Do you think this launch will be successful?"

While everyone was waiting for the final preparations, little Howard couldn't help but muttered.

"Of course it will work!"

Monica glared at her little cousin displeased.

This kind of moment should be a happy moment, why do you have to say such unlucky words?

"Not always!"

Young Sheldon answered bluntly: "The success rate of U.S. satellite launches is only 92%, and it may still fail!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Chuck.

He didn't dare to say it directly, but he would be happy if he could see Chuck fail!

"Don't worry, even if the remaining 8% falls, the probability of hitting this launch center is less than one in 10,000."

Chuck said expressionlessly.

"..."

Little Sheldon's expression froze, and he immediately raised his head and looked up, his eyes gradually becoming panicked.

Everyone showed helpless smiles.

Little Leonard and Little Howard were even more gloating and laughing.

Everyone understands that even if the probability is only one in 10,000, for Little Sheldon, it is a 100% probability.

People with obsessive-compulsive disorder and persecution paranoia like Little Sheldon have a deep understanding of Murphy's Law that "an event with a probability of 1% will happen to an individual with a 100% probability."

So when Chuck said this, most of Little Sheldon's energy was focused on worrying about the failure of the launch.

Originally he was happy to see Chuck fail, but now he could reverse it with just one word from Chuck.

It has to be said that the big devil Chuck is really perfect against the troublesome little Sheldon!

"Won't fail."

Mars, a Mediterranean horse with scars on his face and looking very funny, complimented: "There is only one result and that is a successful launch. The only difference is whether it is 92% successful, 95% successful or 100% successful!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked over and looked at the Mediterranean horse Martian with special eyes.

Especially Vickers, whose face was gloomy because of Chuck's words, looked at the Mediterranean horse Mars with a surprised expression. If Chuck could describe the look in his eyes, it would be: "Hey, you are really a genius!"

"Have you been to India?"

Vickers Wieland couldn't help but ask.

"No."

Ma Xingxing from the Mediterranean Sea was stunned, but he still looked at Vickers with a smile in confusion: "Ms. Wilander, why do you ask that?"

As a student at Wharton School of Business, he admires the art of trading and wants to make money. Of course he knows Vickers Weiland, one of the top socialites in Manhattan who is on the same level as the American Princess.

"What a pity."

Vickers said lightly: "India is a magical country."

"certainly."

Mars, the horse from the Mediterranean, is also a smart man, and he is thoughtful. Having known the Wieland Company, he understood why Vickers said this after a moment's thought, and immediately complimented: "Mr. Peter Wieland was born in Mumbai, India.

The young genius has now created a huge Wieland company. It must be that magical land that has a deep influence on Mr. Peter Wieland. If I have the opportunity, I would like to go there and receive the magical influence."

When Vickers heard this, she couldn't help but look at Chuck, her expression getting uglier.

Because Ma Xingxing from the Mediterranean Sea was right, her domineering old father was born in Mumbai, India since she was a child.

Although there is no 60-year-old prince in the world, she is capable and ambitious, and her conflict with her elderly father is increasing. However, she still has the pride of being a child of her genius father who founded the Wilander Company from scratch.

and recognition.

Although Mars, the horse of the Mediterranean, spoke of the classic Indian success probability theory, it has no connection with India.

But there is one person who has a deep relationship with India.

That’s right!

With her resources and abilities, she had already found out everything she could about Chuck. Of course she also knew about the fact that the boy Chuck was training in India with his biological father.

They are both geniuses, and they both have deep connections with India. Now that Chuck has said the phrase "anything else" that her father often said to her, she will certainly not feel good about it.

Chuck wants to be her dad?

She definitely disagrees!

At any time, it is impossible!

"My name is Ma Mars."

Mars, the Mediterranean horse, glanced at Caroline, who was standing with Chuck and didn't care about him at all, and took the initiative to introduce himself to Vickers.

Although Vickers is not as wealthy as Caroline, she is superior in terms of temperament and appearance.

Hug someone's thigh, as long as you can hug it, no matter who you hug, it's not a hug.

"What's going on with you?"

Vickers was a little interested in the Mediterranean horse Mars, who was really a genius, and pointed at his face and asked.

Mars, the Mediterranean horse, immediately explained his situation quickly, emphasizing his Wharton identity and his strong ambitions for space technology.

He knows that Wieland Company has strong communications and aerospace companies.

"It seems like you haven't had much luck before."

The more Vicks listened, the more surprised she became. She looked at him deeply and said with a beautiful smile: "But from now on, your luck will get better."

In the heartbeat of the Mediterranean horse Mars, Vickers said what he wanted to hear most: "If you have time, go to Wilander Company for an internship. If you have the ability, we will meet again soon."

"I will definitely go!"

Mars, the Mediterranean Horse, nodded heavily and decisively accepted the offer.

joke.

With the boss's daughter in the background, with his ability, after entering, wouldn't he just take off and fly straight into space?

While I was dreaming excitedly, the countdown also sounded in the launch control room.

Listening to little Leonard and the others counting down, at the end, a big rocket was shown on the big screen, roaring with flames and soaring into the sky.

When the joy of a successful launch resounded in the launch control room, Chuck raised his decorative glasses, looked at the camera in the corner of the control room, and looked at the red dot.

In the shelter thousands of miles away, Anna remained motionless, looking at countless small TVs. Her expressionless eyes seemed to have rotating lenses that kept spinning, just like the circular reminder when the Internet speed was not enough.

Suddenly the door opened.

A blond beauty in her thirties, with an intellectual but melancholy temperament and a pair of moving ice-blue eyes opened the door and walked in. She called out gently: "Anna."