It is often said that "poor couples are sad," it seems that feelings and money are hardly compatible. How to talk about money without hurting feelings? This is actually a matter that tests the wisdom of both sides.

Sad to have no money, and with so much wealth like Andy, the problems that may have evolved are more complicated.

A statistic shows that the divorce rate in the United States is about 50%. Among them, nearly 70% of the divorce is mainly due to money. The problem of money is the biggest "killer" that destroys the marriage relationship. It can be seen that some problems are generally plagued by humans worldwide .

Every marriage begins with hope and dream. However, when each marriage is facing disillusionment, its causes are different, but marriages separated by money are not a minority.

Many people think that when it comes to money, isn't marriage tacky?

Quite the opposite.

Because marriage often starts with love, but ends with life. In the present world, a marriage that cannot reach a consensus on money can never reach its final end.

In Andy's mind, Ivana's EQ and IQ are very high, and he also knows that the wealth he has now exceeds the psychological capacity of any woman.

Therefore, he has always paid great attention to the issue of money. He can send Ivana jewelry, companies, diamond bra to Lima, the emperor estate, mansion, other reds to the yacht, super run, even like Miranda. But for the gun rack that gave her pocket money, he never said, "I have no money to support you".

From the point of view of Andy, even if you think so, you can't say it, because this sentence is the most poisonous word between men and women.

Love, the strength of marriage, comes from economic independence!

Whether it has been fully delivered to her clothing and jewelry company, or this time the unpaid loan, Andy is carefully handling each other's money relationship.

Everyone's psychological changes are very different. Maybe they give people peace of mind, but the people who take them may not, and vice versa.

Ivana wrote the IOU, Andy tore off the check, and put the IOU in a safe that Ivana knew the password to.

"Giggle, thank you for your support, dear! Hey ~" Ivana wrapped her arms around Andy's neck, kissed him fiercely, and giggled happily.

Andy smiled and patted her big pigigu, raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't lose your crying nose!"

"I hate it! How can I, I have done a market analysis, the housing rental market will definitely recover first, after all, millions of mortgages are in default, the unemployment rate has increased, and renting a house will become the choice of many people ..."

Looking at Ivana, who was talking about her familiar industry, and frowning, Andy had a smile on her face, without listening impatiently.

"Oh, let me tell you, I also want to buy a few buildings to be the landlord!"

"Exactly! That's it. I'll help you pay attention to the right building. The plunge in real estate this time is definitely a good opportunity to make a dip ..."

Ivana, who turned into a small investment expert, told Andy the price of Manhattan real estate all the way. She didn't stop until she was sent outside the P Group Building. Goodbye to Andy Wen, like a proud swan, Paparazzi crowded into the building.

Andy shook his head and chuckled, raised the window, and said, "Go to Newsweek Building."

In the next two days, Andy did not stay still, but walked around his company in New York, am, Marvel, Bloomberg News, Observer News, Giants, Red Bull Football ... ...

Like a young and strong male lion inspecting his territory, since he chose to rest and digest for a while, he needs to know more about his industry.

To be honest, after a lap, Andy was vomiting during the meeting. Fortunately, this busy and boring work state did not last for long. On the evening of June 9, Andy took the little assistant to fly to San Francisco's Air Palace.

This time in San Francisco, in addition to attending Apple's Global Developers Conference, to see the charm of Steve Jobs showing new products with one glance, he also continued to tour his territory.

Brush

Andy squinted slightly, holding a cigar in his mouth and holding a pencil in his right hand to scribble on a stack of white paper.

The assistant on the other side was curiously wide-eyed, looking at the picture he was drawing with a probe, and holding seven or eight sketches that had been painted.

Each funny q version of characters, mage, barbarian, giant, goblin, undead, baby dragon, archer, etc., jumped on the paper under the brush of Andy.

"Tribal Clash" is one of the few games that Andy liked in his past life. It is not difficult for him to reproduce the portraits, architectural shapes, and props in the game according to the gourd-like scribble.

This game incorporates the features of real-time strategy and tower defense. Building houses and turrets, collecting resources, training soldiers, and networked battles are the main elements of this game.

This kind of online battle game must be fair if you want to fire, but pure fairness will make the game lose the local tyrants. After all, this mobile game needs to sell props to collect money.

Andy knows this better than anyone. In any game, there will be non-r, small r, medium r and big r players. There is indeed a certain gap between different types of players.

"Tribal Clash" in Andy's plan will still continue the version he played and make a more fair game, which is also an important reason to ensure the fire!

You can upgrade quickly by charging, but it does not mean that you ca n’t keep up with the players after charging. It just takes more time for players to choose between time and money!

Local tyrants naturally care more about saving time. No matter what games they play, most of them will use the money to shorten the early development time and take the lead.

"Boss, it's too late ..." The little assistant on the side looked at the time, and it was past zero, and could not help reminding.

"Huh?" Andy paused, glanced at the clock on the wall, and nodded. "I see."

Tory Black stood up and began to pick up the drawings on his desk. After neatly organizing, he picked up a folder and folded it.

Andy picked up the extinguished cigar, cut off the soot part in front of it with a cigar cutter, picked up the cigar tube on the side, put it in, stood up from the chair, stretched out a stretch, and yawned uncontrollably .

Stepping out of the study, barefoot Andy stomped on a 500,000-dollar rug, and came lazily to the luxurious master bedroom with a super-magic, opened the sky-blue silk-covered blanket and took off his sleep. Gown, lying down.

Within a few minutes, Tori, wearing a suspender nightdress, came in with a ** mineral water, walked to the wound side, put the mineral water into the trough of the wound cabinet, and then took off the nightdress and lowered the master bedroom. The brightness of the light.

"Huh?" Andy, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes and looked at Tori, who was about to wake up Xiao Andy, and frowned slightly. "No, I'm a bit sleepy, come and sleep."

The little assistant who hasn't eaten a few bites of food, glanced at the devil with some resentment, but since the devil said, she had no choice but to lie down, got into the arms of the devil, and dragged the blanket to cover it. .

"Sleep. I will be busy in the morning when I arrive in San Francisco." Andy cuddled up his assistant's pillow, and when Lu Shan's claws returned home, closed his eyes and muttered.