American Fortune Life

Please enter the text "Andy, you can't go on like this. You haven't published a work for two years, you know, you still owe the publisher's books!"

"Even if you can't write that shit, don't refuse the job I'm looking for for you!"

"Seventeen Magazine asked you to write a blog, they like your tone of voice, this is work, I'm your agent, I'm helping you!"

Andy. Smith watched the bald-headed middle-aged man in front of him chattering nonstop all morning, his head was buzzing, he used his fingers to suppress the temple that was about to explode, curled up on the sofa, and said in pain, "Okay, okay, Carl, don't do it. Say it again, FUCK, my head is about to explode, no, I'm going to take a painkiller, then sleep for a while, and I won't send you."

Carl watched Andy Smith rubbing his temples, staggered up the stairs, raised his hand, his lips moved slightly, trying to persuade again, I don't know what to think, put down his hand, and sighed slightly, "Then you have a good rest, Rest well, remember to call me."

Andy Smith lay down on the large and messy bed, eyes closed, a look of pain on his face, thinking back to the past 12 hours is simply incredible.

"Cough cough..."

Song Dawei climbed ashore from the cold swimming pool, vomited, patted his chest and spit out water, and it took a while to recover. Weak limbs, splitting headaches.

Damn, where am I? Wasn't my phone blown up when I was on a phone with a charging four-star? Holding his aching head, he wiped off the water stains on his face, stood up slowly, walked into the house with the dim light in the villa, and found the bathroom.

Slam, as soon as the light was turned on, Song Dawei was dumbfounded. An unfamiliar face appeared on the mirror in the bathroom, with black hair, blue eyes like lake water, soft facial features, a sickly pale complexion, and a height of 180-190 cm. Looks like, but very thin, feeling very uncoordinated. Just extraordinarily young, revealing a greenness.

Just staring at the mirror in a daze, Song Dawei, who was in his thirties, turned around and walked out of the bathroom, stepped on the soft carpet with water-stained feet, and lay down directly on the large white sofa in the living room. Muttering: "Damn, I'm possessed to travel through?"

As a senior online bookworm, he quickly realized what happened, and a burst of indescribable emotions flooded his heart, excitement, fear or excitement.

Song Dawei, who was caught in the memory, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if a red-hot soldering iron was stirred in his head, causing his brain to boil. Blood flowed out of his nose and passed out.

In a trance, Song Dawei saw in his consciousness that a gray-white cloud with a tiny electric current was merging with a white cloud, and the current in it was breaking down the white cloud.

"Ah... just now... what happened?" Song Dawei sat up somewhat inexplicably. When he woke up, he found that the head that had fainted just now was clear, and he felt a little sticky under his nose. It's nosebleed.

He quickly stood up and walked into the bathroom to look in the mirror. Nosebleeds flowed to the corners of his mouth. After thinking for a few seconds, he closed his eyes and recalled them, then swallowed his saliva and opened them suddenly, sweating on his forehead, and another burst of Dizziness, the owner of this body is Andy Smith, a 21-year-old young writer who became famous as a teenager. His mother is a Tiffany jewelry designer, and his father is a lawyer and a partner in a New York law firm. He was overjoyed that the time was now------April 2006!

Looking at the messy and dim living room, Andy turned on all the lights. The villa was decorated simply and brightly, with white as the main color. The European-style furniture was full of modernity. A huge family photo was hung on the wall behind the sofa. ,

According to the information found from memory, his grandfather is Chinese, his mother is mixed blood, he has a quarter of Chinese blood, and his family is very wealthy.

Andy has been very smart since he was a child. He is proficient in piano and guitar and reads various books. At the age of sixteen, he wrote his first novel "Vampire Academy" and became famous, and then wrote a "Paper Town". The novel made him a very famous young writer in America.

Andy took off his clothes, soaked himself in the large white and fashionable bathtub, watched the steaming water wet the three surrounding mirror walls, closed his eyes slightly and continued to recall. Until the paperweight was bought by a Hollywood film company, he was fooled by his wretched agent to move from New York to Los Angeles, and also applied for the USC.

Los Angeles, Hollywood.

In this world full of pleasure seekers, time is playing tricks on you, one day you have a dream, and then your dream becomes a reality, it's a good time, and if someone tells you, you made a mistake , heartbroken, ruthless lessons learned, and when you indulge in meaningless femininity, here, in this warm California sun, it starts to erode.

He lost his inspiration in a year and a half of being in Hollywood, and now he has a so-called life crisis, which simply means he can't write anything, which sucks because he's a writer, a professional writer. Now I can't even write a damn sentence.

Women, marijuana, alcohol, and drug abuse have ruined his originally healthy body. His sunken eye sockets, pale and sickly complexion, and thin body have become very weird against his 188 cm height. Finally, under the influence of marijuana and alcohol, he fell into the swimming pool outside the house and drowned, which was the only way to save Song Dawei, who was wearing the soul.

Putting on his pajamas, Song Dawei wandered around the villa in a trance, looking at all the familiar and unfamiliar decorations and photos, at the spacious study room full of books on the whole wall, and the luxurious movie screening room with marble decorations. Fitness room with pool table and various fitness equipment. . . . . .

"It's...like a dream." Andy looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows that shone in the sunlight and scratched his messy hair. He spent the night sorting out his memories and checking the situation of the villa. He had not slept all night, and his memory was reorganized and stimulated by marijuana and alcohol. Not only did he not feel lethargic, but he was extremely excited.

Although Andy didn't understand why this happened, he didn't take it to heart, thinking it was just excitement after knowing that the possessed body had passed through.

As I said before, this guy named Andy Smith became famous at a young age. The royalties for selling books and movie adaptation rights are about 5 million. The villa was bought for him by his parents for more than 2 million US dollars. His grandfather bought a car A red Ferrari F430 worth US$500,000 was presented, and a Porsche CARRERAGT was presented by my grandfather at US$480,000.

Although in a wealthy area like Los Angeles, millions of millionaires make a lot of money, and this amount of money is really not enough, not to mention that Andy spent a year and a half of his time here. He was in so much pain that he was reckless, buying drunk without any scruples, and now he doesn't know how much money he has left. The number is still clear in his memory. It seems that there are more than 2 million left. Fortunately, the publishers will Putting a new royalty fee into his account, it seems that both of his works have been included in the catalog of books recommended by the American Department of Education for teens to read, and the sales will increase again. This is a regular income, maybe it is The only good news that the former Andy Smith was comforted by was it.

In any case, I inherited everything from him, his identity, his life. I am Andy Smith.

Andy shrugged, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and stretched out. Although his head still hurt, he still started to think. So, what should I do now?

Andy, who was still thinking, squinted his eyes slightly to block the dazzling sunlight, and couldn't help licking his dry lips. A never-before-seen excitement enveloped his whole body, as if a burst of electricity made him tremble slightly.