Daily life of an American TV drama agent

the next day.

On the other side of Los Angeles, in a neighborhood almost entirely composed of old houses and abandoned old factories, in an old house covered with plants, a busy day begins the moment you get up in the morning.

At 7:15, the eldest sister Fiona woke up her younger brothers and sisters one by one. Regardless of the two younger brothers who were fighting for the right to take the first bath, she started preparing breakfast in an orderly manner.

It wasn't until he saw the schedule posted on the refrigerator door that he cursed a word starting with "F" and put the milk and an empty carton on the dining table.

"It's time to pay the electricity bill!" He set an example and was the first to stuff a ball of crumpled banknotes into the box.

"OK." The younger brothers and sisters, no matter how big or small, stuffed the money into the box one by one. No one shirked the responsibility of being a member of the Gallagher family.

However, in fact, except for the eldest sister Fiona, none of them has reached adulthood.

This may seem incredible to ordinary people, but this is the normal state of the Gallagher family. For ordinary people, life may be a cup of afternoon tea, or a cup of coffee when working in a hurry.

But for the Gallagher family, life is living.

Just living is not easy, but fortunately they still have each other.

Not enough milk? This was not Fiona's first day taking care of the house. She directly picked up the milk bucket and connected it to the water pipe. Anyway, the purpose of milk is to soak cereal, and the Gallagher family couldn't afford anything else for breakfast.

As long as it has a bit of milky flavor and can soak up the oatmeal, it's fine.

The younger brothers and sisters passed the cartons one by one, and each time they passed, there was a little more money in the box. By the time it was passed to Fiona, it had doubled, and the money was basically enough.

Everyone in the Gallagher family is good at making money, even the youngest...

"Where's Carl? Why haven't you gotten up yet?!" Fiona then noticed that there was one less person on the dining table.

"I'm here~" Carl walked to the dining table wearing a brand-new sweater. No one else had ever seen him wear this piece of clothing. As one of the youngest children in the family, this was incredible.

Because Karl always wore the leftover clothes worn by his two brothers and never wore new clothes.

However, other family members did not express surprise. Maybe Karl got the clothes from somewhere, right? Cheating and deception are not a piece of cake for the Gallagher family.

"I need some materials for class presentation, which cost about 18 US dollars." The little girl Debbie looked at the money box longingly.

"I give others lessons after school, and I can earn another 10 yuan." The eldest brother took over the conversation and turned around: "Did Karl put any money into it? You are almost 9 years old, and you should start supporting your family."

"Yeah, get a real job and stop stealing from church donation boxes."

"Hi!" Karl was dissatisfied with his neglected status quo and patted the table: "I am already supporting my family! And I earn more than you all! Look at this, Franklin!"

Karl took out a shiny green dollar bill and proudly threw it into the cardboard box, enjoying the envious looks on his eyes.

He thought...

Fiona immediately grabbed Karl's shoulders with a serious look: "Where did you get this money? What did you do? Did you transport drugs for others! How many times have I told you? This kind of thing must never be done. !”

Her father did this a lot, and was even known as the super "big chrysanthemum" in the industry. He was famous for being able to transport 16 packages at a time. God knows how he stuffed so many packages into it.

"I didn't!" Karl stubbornly broke away from his sister's hand: "This is the money I earned from my own work. The boss was very generous and gave me 200 US dollars at a time. He also said that he would ask me to do it next time there is a job."

"Him?" The second brother keenly noticed that he used the word he instead of her, with a strange look on his face: "What kind of job? Did he take off your pants as soon as he entered the door, or take off his own pants?"

Hearing this, the family looked at Karl nervously.

"None of that! BOSS just asked me to help him play with the remote control plane, fly into the gangsters like a game, and then detonate the plane and blow them to pieces with a 'bang'."

"You can make so much money by playing games for others?" The eldest brother Philip thought thoughtfully. He is a top student and has a strong learning ability. He began to wonder if he could also use this method to make some money.

Completely ignore that what Carl said was "like playing a game" rather than "playing a game".

"Well, if the BOSS wants to find someone to play games with him next time, remember to bring us all with him. The tradition of the Gallagher family has always been to make money together."

"I told you, it's work! It's not playing games!" Karl stood on the stool angrily: "Why don't you believe it yet? Just wait, I even brought back the remote control plane I used to work!"

Carl jumped off the stool and ran back to the room. After a while, he brought back a strange-looking remote-controlled aircraft, which was the drone that Ron had lost.

The reason for the weird appearance is that the remote control airplanes that people play nowadays are generally imitating piston model aircraft, or helicopter type with a single lifting wing and an auxiliary propeller.

This was the first time they had seen such a monster with four propellers.

This is not surprising, let alone them, even professional model aircraft players have never seen it before. This is a patent that Ron has just applied for, and he has no plans to share it with others yet.

"What kind of remote control aircraft is this? Why does it have four propellers? It's just a freak!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of Gallagher's house. Fiona pushed Carl on the stool and asked him to eat first, and asked her eldest brother to open the door.

It was Ron outside the door.

"Hello, sir, this is the Gallagher family. Who are you looking for?" Philip said timidly.

It was not surprising that he, who had always been bold and bold, behaved like this. It was Ron's appearance that made him feel too oppressive.

He was wearing a handmade suit that was obviously worth a lot of money, polished leather shoes and meticulously combed hair. He had only seen this kind of dress in high-end wine clubs where he worked as a waiter.

This is equipment that only rich people can afford to wear. If he is just a rich person, it will not make him show his shyness.

What really frightened him was that this was the worst area of ​​Los Angeles! A person dressed like this, walking struttingly through this street in the daytime, but not being robbed down to just a pair of underwear, only means one thing.

That means this person is very difficult to mess with!

You know, those gangsters out there don’t have an eight-hour working day! They are open 24 hours a day!

It is impossible to see a person dressed like this walking down the street in the morning without feeling ill will.

"Good morning, little gentleman," Ron didn't pay any attention to Phillip who was blocking the door with his body. He directly pulled him aside with his hands and walked into the house on his own.

That power made Philip unable to think of any resistance.

"I just came here to find a cute kid named Carl. He accidentally brought my toys home." Ron happened to see the drone placed on the table, and curved a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Yes. ,This is it."