Carl was really confused. He couldn't understand where Andy's anger came from. The paparazzi that bothered him were just a problem that every celebrity had to accept and adapt to, but the emotions Andy showed were really an overreaction.
"Hey, Andy, what's wrong with you? When you first became famous, weren't there paparazzi following you? I thought you had gotten used to it a long time ago. Isn't it a bit too much for you to be so angry now? Besides, 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. Never mind. How's the situation at the game company?" Andy felt all the strength in his body dissipate at once. He was too tired to complain and asked depressedly.
"You will adapt to this kind of life! I have already made an appointment with them. They will organize people to conduct an assessment soon. You will be needed to participate in the final negotiations then." Carl heard Andy's resigned tone and felt funny in his heart. He was so pretentious.
"Okay, nothing more to do, I'm hanging up. Fuck, a bunch of bitches!" Andy cursed unwillingly.
After decisively hanging up the phone, Karl couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, grinning at the phone, "What a child's temper! It's just that this is just the beginning. How could I miss this great opportunity? Who would mess with the US dollar?"
After that, he found a number and called, "Hey, Richard, are you Universal really interested in signing Andy and releasing a record for him? What? Of course no problem, leave everything to me, I tell you..."
"Snap"
Andy threw the gossip magazine in his hand onto the dining table and looked at the newspapers and magazines scattered on the table. Although he was not on the front page of several major newspapers, he still occupied a large space on other pages.
Andy looked up and sighed. He really couldn't believe the professional ethics of these reporters. The glaring headlines made him stunned when he saw them. They were really going to kill him.
"This is really giving me a headache. These damn paparazzi have dug up all those old photos of Andy committing suicide. The big newspapers are even more ruthless, reporting them in great detail. The hundreds of millions of dollars listed are scary enough. How the hell didn't I know I had hundreds of millions in cash?"
He picked up the sandwich on the table in frustration and started to bite it fiercely. During breakfast, Liu Yan looked at him with a dull look, as if she was looking at a monster, which was really maddening.
Although these reports did not include the specific figures for the sale of the talent show's copyright, due to the approximate figures revealed by insiders of the British Independent Television and the deliberate hype by NBC, almost all of them described him as the youngest billionaire.
This made Americans excited. According to the summary of various reports, this was a typical American dream. A high school student wrote a novel and published it, left New York and came to Los Angeles. After two years of silence, he did not give up and achieved success through persistence. He proved his talent and also achieved spiritual sublimation.
As if it had scratched the itch of mainstream American society, the number of blogs and newly registered Facebook fans began to grow at an astonishing rate under the continuous hype of media reports.
Of course, in order to increase sales, those gossip tabloids dug up all the embarrassing moments and negative reports about Andy during his two years of silence and resold them. These reports were really shitty.
Fortunately, all these successes were achieved through his own efforts, without relying on the support of his family. This prevented some people who hated the rich from hating him and from bringing bad luck to his family.
He finished his breakfast angrily and drew aside the curtains. Outside the villa's iron gates stood a dozen reporters, some of whom had been waiting there for days, while the rest had arrived just this morning. It looked like they were going to wait it out outside his door.
Depressed, he took out his phone and called Karl, "Hello, how's things going at the company?"
Carl, holding a cigar in his mouth, leaned back in his boss's chair with a comfortable look on his face, thinking of the reporters surrounding the company this morning.
He couldn't help but grin. "What else can we do? It's great. Our company is famous now. Several TV stations and production companies have called to buy the copyrights. I've also spread the word about the idea for The Voice and If You Are the One. I'm sure people will come knocking soon."
"Shit!" Andy cursed inwardly. He shouldn't have asked him. He wished he had reporters around him all day. "You handle the company's affairs. How's the gaming company going? If the price is right, I'll buy it. After the acquisition, I'm going to leave Los Angeles and find somewhere to hide."
Hearing Andy's resentful words, he curled his lips and said, "I just contacted Nelson. We're going to San Francisco together tomorrow. Also, I have good news for you. I've hired two bodyguards for you from Blackwater. After all, you're the youngest billionaire now. Safety comes first!"
Hearing Karl's words, he was stunned for a moment, and finally smiled helplessly, "You can do whatever you want! I'm hanging up."
This time the report was naturally more explosive than the last time. For a young billionaire, you can imagine what the effect would be. Although Andy's parents knew that their son's idea was sold for tens of millions, they were still stunned when they saw the content in the newspaper.
"Our son is already a billionaire? The youngest one? Hundreds of millions in cash?" Li Wanqing asked, holding the newspaper in a daze, pointing at her son's photo in the newspaper.
"It should be about the same, but I heard from Nelson that he seemed to have bought all Apple stocks." Auston had calmed down from his surprise. As soon as he saw the newspaper, he called Nelson and got a more accurate picture.
"My son is so amazing. I have to call him right away..." Li Wanqing woke up from her shock and took out her cell phone anxiously with excitement.
Auston looked speechlessly at his wife chatting loudly with their son on the phone, then picked up the newspapers and magazines on the table and began to read them. The smile on his face showed that he was very happy and proud.
Gao Xiaosong and Xi Youmi, who moved into a new house in Los Angeles, were even more shocked. The sunny boy who drank and chatted with them suddenly became a genius writer and the youngest billionaire.
"Honey, do you think this is true?" Xi Youmi suddenly asked.
"Haha, it's all reported, how could it be fake? It's clearly written in the newspaper, isn't it? I just didn't expect that the difference between his appearance before and now is really quite big, and he had such an embarrassing past." Gao Xiaosong quickly calmed down after being surprised, holding a gossip magazine with Andy's embarrassing photos and said with a smile.
"Yeah, that's true. She was so thin before, and she looked so decadent!" Xi Youmi leaned over to take a look and commented.
The two of them started talking to each other. As new friends, they were still full of curiosity about Andy's affairs.
The American media, from initially paying attention to Andy's music to the current wealth storm, seems to be full of admiration for Andy, a sunny, handsome, talented and wealthy young man.
God, girls are almost attracted by his perfect body and handsome face with charming smile, and more importantly, he is so rich. He is simply a diamond-like handsome guy, making people drool.
The American people generally have an appreciative attitude towards Andy. As for the discord during his low period, they did not overly criticize him. Everyone has been young. On the contrary, they admire Andy for being able to work hard to get out of the trough and reach new heights. Everyone knows that a new idol has been born.
The instigator, Carl, Scholastic Publishing, NBC, and independent television stations were all overjoyed. This hype was a huge success. Carl became a hot figure, and Scholastic was booming as it saw the sales figures soar. The talent show also spread to every corner with the reports, and its popularity was once again greatly improved.
The real beneficiary, however, sat languidly in the gym, sweating profusely. Without any skill, he punched the sandbag with his gloves, causing it to sway left and right, making a dull thud. His strength had already begun to develop a bit of a perversion, and he felt like he could easily burst the bag.
After venting his anger unscrupulously, Andy took off his boxing gloves, threw them aside, picked up a bottle of mineral water from the lounge chair and drank it in big gulps.
The coolness that penetrated his heart invigorated him. He exhaled a breath, wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, and looked at the still shaking sandbag. "It's time to find a coach. Fighting blindly like this is really boring!"