From April 2006 to June 2006, Andy basically stayed in the villa for two months, except for one visit to the WGA Screenwriters Union.

If it was a bit awkward to restore a novel from a movie at the beginning, when he finished writing the slumbering curse, it seemed that he had found the trick, inspired, and mastered the text, which undoubtedly increased his confidence. So in the past two months, in addition to meals and fitness time, the book "Dark Fairy" and the book "The Hunger Games" and the outline of the five scripts have been completed almost day and night.

His purpose of going to the WGA screenwriter union was to hand over the five script outlines to the union for the custody of the union. A fee can protect his global copyright, and he can avoid a movie company crash. Even if there is a butterfly effect, it is difficult to guarantee similar ideas. Use rules to stay invincible with union records.

As for the original screenwriters of the previous life, I'm sorry, that's not the issue that Andy considered.

There is nothing fair in this world. Plagiarism is nothing at all about money and fame. Shameless? Andy can only hehe. Who allows himself to live with his weight, no matter which passing deity or the Western God gives him the benefits, he cannot but use these advantages to swallow all the resources he can grasp.

As for the role of screenwriter, Andy has no interest now, because screenwriters have a really low status in the film industry. The 2008 strike is a good example. Although he is also a registered screenwriter of the screenwriter union, his work is only one. The ministry participated in the adaptation of his novel.

The writer was just to get him into the convenient door of Hollywood, and he would never make a living from it. The famous screenwriter with an annual income of 500,000 is a fart!

Ding Dong.

A few minutes later, the door was opened by clicking, and a plain-looking middle-aged Chinese woman appeared in a glass of wine, her eyes loosened, and in front of the fat man Carl, who leaned on the door frame, asked in a surprised and doubtful tone: "Wen Mr. Cente, why did you drink like this? "

"Andy ... Is Andy at home?" Carl pushed away the woman's help and staggered into the villa, yelling loudly in his mouth.

"Hey, MAN! What time is it? If you do n’t go home like this, why run to me?" Andy, who just wanted to take a shower, heard the scream, walked down from the second floor, and saw the drunk. Broker, I'm not asking.

Carl, who seemed to be drunk on the ground, saw Andy coming over, and his awkward body seemed to become sensitive. He stepped forward and hugged Andy, yelling in a crying voice: "Andy, I am fired That's it! That **** smashed the customer in my hand and told me to harass me, I'm done! "

Andy rolled his eyes and pushed Carl, who was crying awake, helped him sit down on the sofa, and said in Chinese to the nanny standing by, "Aunt Liu, get him a glass of ice water."

"Sir, don't dare to call it that way. You still call my name! I'll get it right away." Liu Yan waved in panic and hurriedly, and this "foreigner" employer who speaks Mandarin more than himself called his aunt still uncomfortable.

Looking at Liu Yan's flustered back, he shrugged his helpless expression.

Liu Yan came with her daughter's immigration. She originally opened a restaurant in Huaxia and made good Sichuan cuisine. Although her daughter-in-law is middle-class, there is no financial pressure, but because of the language, she is really uncomfortable staying at home all day. All of them applied for a job at the agency.

Fat Carr went to Andy to find a nanny who would cook Chinese food. He saw her information and took her to Andy's house after understanding the situation. Liu Yan saw the villa located in the rich area. Alas, I was afraid that her language problem would be an obstacle to finding a job, but when she met with Andy, Andy spoke like standard Mandarin, which really surprised her, and looked at the handsome young children in front of him. After saying that he has a quarter of Chinese ancestry, this made Liu Yan feel like meeting his compatriots, and his heart calmed down.

The next interview was no problem. After communicating for a while, the two sides understood each other's basic situation and decided the employment relationship.

After receiving the ice water sent by the nanny, it was stuffed into the hands of Carl, who was still crying, and patted him vigorously.

"Hey man, it's almost there! It's not over, it's going to work, it's going to happen anyway. I told you earlier and told you to be careful of your secretary."

"Cough ... Damn, you lightly!" Karl rubbed his slaped shoulder, took a sip of ice water, and was almost stung, watching Andy's gloat. The expression, "Oh, rub, I shouldn't find you, it's impossible to get comfort from your mouth!"

"Oh, you know me, you're the one to blame. The hidden rules in the office will definitely go wrong, only time sooner or later!" Andy sat on the sofa, leaning Erlang's legs, squinting at Carl, smirking at the corner of his mouth.

"Which of the CCA's up and down is clean! Yeah, come out, take a bath and sleep, and I have something to tell you tomorrow!"

"Ah? Andy, wouldn't you have fired me, right? I only have you now, and you can't abandon me!" It seems that something terrible happened, the ruddy fat face became drunk after drunken time, A distressed death rushed to Andy on the sofa.

"Go away, you fat man, I'm not GAY! What do you think? I won't fire you, shit, it's really annoying, okay, don't make it anymore, go wash and sleep, you sleep on the second floor Andy's room was about to explode, and he kicked on Karl's belly, looking at the fat man lying on the carpet with four forks and eight feet, and turned to go upstairs on the second floor.

No words overnight.

"I didn't expect you to get up earlier than me, Carl." Andy sat down at the dining table with a sullen expression, looked at Carl, who was much better, and then nodded to the nanny Liu Yan: "Good morning, Aunt Liu. "

Without waiting for the two to speak, he continued to ask in a stingy tone: "Is it enough to cry?"

Looking at the red-faced Carl, who looked ashamed and angrily, he said to Liu Yan, "Aunt Liu, can you give me some beef for breakfast? I need to take good nutrition and my body is a bit weak."

"Okay, sir, I'm going to fry a plate of stir-fried beef, wait a minute." Liu Yan put bread, milk bacon, and fried eggs on the table. He heard Andy's request and responded with a smile.

Andy watched as Liu Yan, who was busy getting out of the refrigerator and started working, was a little speechless. She wanted to make a fried veal. This was a stir-fry. Fortunately, his smoking machine was awesome. Otherwise, the whole villa would be fumes. Full of flavor.

On the other side, Carl began to clean the food on the table like a starving ghost.

"Hey, you fat man, eat less, this is my breakfast!" Andy angrily snatched the plate full of food, annoying.

"Cut, stingy!" Carl muttered as he stuffed his bread and bacon in his mouth.

Andy drew his eyes, and kept telling himself in his heart that he should not have the same general knowledge as this dead fat man.

Breakfast ended when Carl watched Andy's sorrow. "Okay, fat man, come to the study, I have something to tell you." Andy wiped his mouth with a napkin and patted his stomach with satisfaction.

Carr followed into the study with annoyance. As for Andy calling him fat, he had no dislike. After the two sat down, Liu Yan brought two cups of coffee.

Andy took a sip of coffee, then took out the manuscripts of Dark Fairy from the desk drawer, and threw it in front of Carl.

Carl nearly squirted the coffee out of his mouth, and he quickly put down the cup in his hands and looked at the stack of manuscripts with hot eyes.

"Oh my god, my god, I'm not dreaming!" Looking at Carl, who was already too excited, Andy drank coffee calmly.

"Oh my God! Little Andy has new works again!" Carr's face full of excitement, holding the manuscript.

"Okay, okay, sit down and say." Andy raised an eyebrow. "This book is used to complete the contract with Xuele Press."

After exhaling for a long time, Carl's fat face flushed with excitement showed a relieved expression: "I know, I know, Andy you won't let me down, I'm right, you are a genius, It's always been ... Andy, you really changed a lot. "

"Everyone will change. I'm just mature. I won't be confused in the future. Alas, I'm not the same as I am anymore." Andy waved his hand. "Well, don't say this anymore, and Xuele After the publishing house is over, I want to set up a company to manage all the copyright and business operations of the book. I do n’t have that much time and energy to manage it, and I hope you take care of it for me. "

Carl's lips trembled slightly, his eyes were reddish, his eyes stared at Andy, and he finally sighed, "Really, thank you Andy. Although I really want to take care of everything for you, I'm afraid I have limited ability."

"When did you become a mother-in-law, this is not Carl I know. You lied to Hollywood for better development?" Andy frowned.

"Aren't you worried that I'm Cavan again? You can rest assured, you see ..." Andy threw the manuscript of "The Hunger Games" on the table again, "This is a copy I have high hopes for a novel, and I believe it will definitely be at the top of the bestseller list! "

"Okay, okay, hahaha." Carl's fat smile appeared on his fat face, and he hugged the two book manuscripts with his hands, as if he had thought of something, and the saliva was almost flowing.

"Well, put down" Hunger Games "first. This is a check for 100,000. You go to register the company and lease the office, and the company's name is mocking bird." Andy took the book back from Carl and put it back in the drawer. While taking out another pencil sketch, in the movie The Hunger Games, spread the wings of the mocking bird badge in flames and hand it to Carl.

Carl looked at the bird spreading its wings in flames on the white paper, softly reading the word under the pattern.

"Mockingbird!"