Carl was really confused. He couldn't understand where Andy's anger came from. The paparazzi that troubled him was just a matter of what every celebrity had to accept and adapt, but Andy showed a little overreacting.

"Hey, Andy, what's wrong with you? Didn't you also have paparazzi photos when you first became famous? I thought you had adapted a lot. Isn't it a bit too much for you to be so angry now? And isn't this exactly the effect you want?" Carl asked in a strange tone.

"I... well, I don't know what's wrong. Maybe I'm a little anxious. Forget it, I don't want to, what's going on with the game company?" Andy felt that all the strength of his body suddenly dissipated, and he was powerless to complain, and asked depressedly.

"You will adapt to this kind of life! You have made an appointment with them and will organize someone to conduct an evaluation soon. You will need to participate in the final negotiations at that time." Carl heard Andy's tone of accepting his fate and felt a little funny in his heart. It was really pretentious.

"Okay, nothing is wrong. I'll die. Fuck, a bunch of Bichi!" Andy cursed unwillingly.

After hanging up the phone decisively, Carl couldn't help but shake his head and laughed at his phone, "It's really a childish temper, but this is just the beginning. How could I miss this good opportunity? Who wouldn't be able to get along with the American doctor?"

After saying that, he found a number and called it, "Hey, Richard, are you really interested in signing Andy and giving him a record? What? Of course, no problem, leave everything to me, I'll tell you..."

"Bang"

Andy threw the gossip magazine in his hand onto the dining 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 space in other pages.

Andy looked up and sighed. He really couldn't believe the professional ethics of these reporters. The dazzling title made him stunned when he saw it. He was really trying to kill his rhythm.

"I've really had a headache now. These damn paparazzi have dug out all the photos of Andy doing things in the past. These big newspapers are even more ruthless and the reports are very detailed. The hundreds of millions of dollars in it are enough to be scary. Why don't I know that I have hundreds of millions of dollars in cash!"

He was depressed and picked up the sandwich on the dining table and bit it hard. During breakfast, Liu Yan looked at him with a daze. The look of looking at the monster was really crazy.

Although these reports do not have specific figures for the sale of copyrights for the Got Talent, because the insiders of British Independent TV stations revealed the general figures and the deliberate hype of NBC, almost all of them use the youngest billionaires to describe him.

This made Americans excited. Through the summary of various reports, this is a typical American dream. A high school student wrote a novel and published it. He left New York and came to Los Angeles. After two years of silence, he did not give up. He achieved success through persistence. While proving his talent, he also received spiritual sublimation.

It seems to have scratched the itch in mainstream American society, and the number of blogs and newly registered Facebook fans has begun to grow at an astonishing rate under the continued hype of media reports.

Of course, for the sake of sales, those gossip tabloids re-selled all kinds of embarrassing and negative reports during the two years of Andy's silence. These reports are really fucking.

Fortunately, these successes were achieved through his own efforts and did not rely on the support of his family, which made some of the people who hated the rich hate him and did not attract bad intentions for their family.

After breakfast angrily, I lifted the curtains and there were more than a dozen reporters outside the fence of the villa. Several of them had been waiting for several days, and the rest were newcomers this morning. It was obvious that this attitude was going to be consumed at his doorstep.

Depressedly, he took out the phone and called Carl, "Hey, how is the company going?"

Carl leaned on the boss' chair with a cigar in his mouth and looked comfortable. Thinking of the reporters outside the company this morning, he couldn't help but grin and said, "What else can it be done? It's great. Now our company is famous. Several TV stations and production companies call to buy copyrights, and I have already released the news that the good voice and the creativity of If You Are the One. I believe someone will come to my house soon."

"Shet!" Andy cursed inwardly, and he shouldn't have asked him. He wished reporters would revolve around him all day long. "You can do the company's affairs, how is the game company's affairs? Just buy it almost. After the purchase, I will leave Los Angeles and find a place to hide."

Hearing Andy's resentful words, he curled his lips and said, "I just contacted Nelson. We will go to San Francisco together tomorrow. Also, let me tell you good news. I have hired two bodyguards from Blackwater. After all, you are the youngest billionaire now, and the first safety!"

Hearing Carl's words, he was stunned and finally smiled helplessly, "You can do it! I'm dead."

This time the report is naturally more exciting than the last time. You can imagine what the effect will be. Although Andy's parents knew that his son's creativity had sold tens of millions, they were still stunned when they saw the content in the newspaper.

"Is our son a billionaire? Or is the youngest? Hundreds of millions of cash?" Li Wanqing asked in a daze, pointing at the photo of her son in the newspaper.

"It should be about the same, but I heard from Nelson that it seems that he bought all Apple stocks." Auston had calmed down from his surprise. As soon as he saw the newspaper, he called Nelson and got a relatively accurate situation.

"My son is so amazing, I want to call immediately..." Li Wanqing woke up from the shock and took out her cell phone anxiously with excitement.

Auston looked speechlessly as his wife chatted with her son while holding the phone and shouting. He picked up the newspapers and magazines on the table and started to look through it. From the smile on the corner of his mouth, he could see that he was also very happy and proud.

Gao Xiaomatsu and Yui Yumi, who moved into their new home in Los Angeles, were even more shocked. The sunny boy who talked to them about drinking suddenly became a genius writer and the youngest billionaire.

"Husband, do you think this is true?" Xi Youmi asked suddenly.

"Haha, how could it be fake when all the reports are reported? The newspaper is very clear, right? I just didn't expect that the difference between his appearance and his present is really big, and there is such a messy past." Gao Xiaosong quickly calmed down after being surprised and said with a smile in a gossip magazine with an embarrassing photo of Andy.

"Well, it's really. I used to be so thin, mainly because I feel too decadent!" Xi Youmi leaned over and looked at it, commenting.

The two of them started to talk about each other, and as new friends, they were still full of curiosity about Andy's affairs.

The American media, from the beginning of paying attention to Andy's music to the current wealth storm, seems to be full of appreciation for Andy, a sunny, handsome, talented and rich young talent.

Oh my God, the girls were almost attracted by his perfect figure and his handsome face with a charming smile, and of course, more importantly, they were so rich. They were simply diamond young and handsome, and they were so popular.

Americans basically appreciate Andy's evaluation. As for the discords during the trough period, they do not blame too much. Who has never been young? Instead, I admire Andy's ability to get out of the trough through hard work and reach a new height. Everyone knows that a new idol has been born.

The initiators Carl, Xuele Publishing House, NBC, and Independent TV stations were all so happy that this time the hype was a huge success. Carl became a hot figure. Xuele was amused by the numbers of sales increase. The Talent Show also spread to every corner as the reports spread, and its popularity once again increased greatly.

The real biggest beneficiary was depressed and slapped his sweat in the gym. He wore the fists and shook the sandbag left and right without any skill, making a dull impact sound. The power had begun to become a little perverted, and he felt that he could easily blow the sandbag.

After venting, and unscrupulously venting, Andy took off his boxing gloves, threw them aside, picked up a bottle of mineral water from the rest chair and drank it in a big mouthful.

The heart-wrenching coolness made him feel excited, exhaled a breath of turbid air, wiped off the sweat from his face with a towel, and looked at the shaking sandbag, "It's time to find a coach, it's really boring to fight like this!"
Chapter completed!