Chapter 2 The Rich

Song Dawei, who was thirty-three years old in Chinese New Year's Eve in 2016, is a mobile game engineer, both parents, unmarried and in love, the work is okay, the salary is okay, life is very ordinary, until he used a charged Samsung mobile phone to call and was bombed, his life has almost no waves, look at the online novel, YY stick girl group, chase the footbasin of the migrant worker manga, collect a large number of footbasin love action movies, download to watch big American dramas, collect the beauty pictures of Victoria's Secret Angel, completely a technology house full of various fantasies. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

To be honest, in addition to his programming, it is simply impossible for him to write novels, of course, he has not read less online articles, all kinds of whimsical ideas can still be borrowed, the integration of soul memory, English writing is not a very difficult thing.

Andy muttered a sentence, in his previous life, his favorite thing was to watch American blockbusters, it is better to find a future blockbuster movie and adapt it into a novel, anyway, after having a novel skeleton, just add content to it, it should be very simple to save books.

An inexplicable thought suddenly popped up from his head, making him breathe rapidly, dizzy, Song Dawei propped his hands on the floor-to-ceiling glass, shook his head in pain, and wanted to drive out the memory fragments in his brain that were like dozens of trains of bullet trains running through each other.

Buzz.

Song Dawei stood up straight with difficulty, tasted a trace of blood in his mouth, wiped it with his hand, and his nose was bleeding again. I walked into the bathroom to wash off my nosebleed, and looked at myself in the mirror with water stains on my face.

If this is the benefit of crossing, then I will not bleed to death! Just now, those memory fragments in my brain went berserk and reassembled into their original form. That's to blow up a few movies, music and episodes of American dramas stored in the memory of your phone, as well as a dozen novels.

However, the sad thing is that only two or three of the more than a dozen novels can be used, the others are all Huaxia online texts, and a few of the several movies are series of movies, which should have been made a long time ago, there is no chance of plagiarism at all, and the music is a lot in English, although no one can say that there is anything wrong with him as a writer suddenly starting to write songs, but it also needs a reasonable opportunity to come up with it, right?

And what makes Song Dawei most depressed is that all the mobile games in the memory of the mobile phone do not appear, of course, even if there is no in the memory, he can develop them, after all, he makes a living by developing mobile games.

Now we must continue Andy Smith's identity, any abrupt change may cause questions from those around him and his relatives, so, be a good scrap writer, and then write a novel to make money, and when the smartphone is listed, develop mobile games, open a company to go public to make money, and become a new IT tycoon.

wiped off his thin and pale face, combed his dark hair, and looked at his facial features in the mirror, "It's still quite handsome, a little bit like a young version of Keanu Reeves." Song Dawei caressed his face narcissistically, and a pair of lake-blue eyes exuded a deep brilliance in his sunken eye sockets.

is 188 tall, but weighs only 110 pounds, what kind of death is this. Song Dawei looked at his thin body, and against the background of his white skin, the whole person looked like a terminally ill patient.

The most important thing at the moment is to take care of your body. While looking at the yellow liquid that came out of the urine that satisfied him, Song Dawei knew that his body was on the verge of collapse.

Walking into the luxurious cloakroom barefoot, looking at the dazzling array of clothes and shoes, Song Dawei couldn't help but sigh, the world of local tyrants is really happy. Open all the drawers, watches, glasses, ties, panties, socks neatly fill all the space.

In the past, Song Dawei was short-sighted and had been wearing glasses, although there was no problem with the eyes of this body now, he still found a pair of black-framed glasses with light brown lenses to put on, took out a Cartier watch and put it on his wrist, and stroked it lovingly.

Picked up a rectangular black velvet-wrapped box and opened it, inside was a black Montblanc fountain pen, Song Dawei took out the pen and opened it, while shaking his head and smiling bitterly, what a fucking dog.

Changed into white CK panties, found a gray clover hooded shirt and pants to wear, the pants were a little longer, a little mopping, and took socks and stuffed them into a pair of Adi's white sneakers.

Carrying shoes in his left hand and playing with a pen in his right hand, he walked into the living room, the luxurious large sofa almost surrounded the entire living room, the coffee table in the middle could almost be used as a bed, and the carpet on the ground was very delicate, very soft, and felt very good, after all, he fainted on it for a long time last night.

Throw your shoes on the floor and walk to the kitchen. The whole villa has two floors, 4 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms, two fireplaces, study, gym, game room, movie screening room, a geometric swimming pool built around more than a dozen tall palm trees, lawn and various vegetation trees wrap the whole villa in the middle, the whole villa covers an area of about 700 square meters, the kitchen is very atmospheric, the open kitchen, with the island style cabinet, it feels very good.

The large refrigerator with double doors was empty, except for the neatly arranged high-end mineral water and a few cans of milk.

I took out a bottle of 1000ML of FIJI Natural Mineral Water, opened it and took a few sips, the cool feeling penetrated through my heart, wiped the corners of my mouth, and looked at the various sticky notes on the refrigerator door.

Putting down the mineral water, he returned to the living room, took out the Nokia N93 from his pants pocket that was still on the ground, and tossed it meaningfully, with a sneer on his lips. Next year, the bitten Apple will launch its first generation, and the death knell for Moto and Nokia has sounded.

I dialed the delivery phone and asked for a very hearty breakfast, and when Song Dawei said that he wanted a fully cooked veal steak, the other end of the phone was slightly stunned and continued to ask for the delivery address.

While holding a large bottle of mineral water and drinking violently, hoping that the coolness can dilute the discomfort of the hangover, he turned on the large-screen LCD TV.

has changed several stations in a row, all of which are the news of Neil Patrick Harris, the actor who became popular for starring in "The Romance of Mom and Dad", and the news that several Republican congressmen have stepped down due to scandals.

Because of the fusion of souls, Andy found that English had become his second mother tongue, and he was bored on the couch waiting for takeout.

The phone buzzed and vibrate, picked up the phone from the table, picked it up without looking at it, and said weakly: "Hey, who, call so early?"

"Damn, you're finally going to answer my call! I'm Carl, FUCK, where are you now?"

The deafening roar made Song Dawei feel irritated inexplicably, "I'm at home." After saying that, he hung up the phone and looked at the call record, which showed the name of the agent. The appearance of a middle-aged bald fat man appears in memory......

Ding dong

Song Dawei rushed out of the living room a little impatiently, opened the door, watched the takeaway guy carry all the food through the messy living room and put it on the dining table, stuffed the US dollars that had been prepared long ago into the hands of the waiter, and watched the 20 yuan tip and the happy waiter closed the door, and then began to eat eagerly.

Pizza, steak stuffed with empty stomachs, while drinking water while comfortably touching the stomach, satisfied burp.

The sound of a slamming door startled him. Slowly came to the door, and saw a lewd fat face in the cat's eye, Andy had a disgust for no reason.

"Grass, Andy's negative emotions have really affected me!" patted his face to calm himself down and took a few deep breaths, "Be calm, as long as you keep a straight face, talk less, and show impatience, it's no problem." ”

"Open the door, Andy, I'm Carl, open the door。。。。。。! Fat Carl looked at Andy who opened the door with a cold face, and the roar to his lips was stifled.

Song Dawei, no, it should be Andy Smith who turned around and walked back into the house with a blank face, ignoring the chattering agent, and once again nestled into the wide and fluffy sofa, looking like he had no love for it, and exchanged the remote control for the TV show.

Then Andy watched the opening scene of the agent foaming at the mouth and began to complain, rubbing his swollen temples, Andy, who had escaped back to the bedroom on the second floor, got up from the bed and walked downstairs, and there was no noisy agent, and the villa was quiet again.