Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The call ended in a discussion between the old couple about whether homosexuality was in line with God's will, a topic that ended with Mary threatening to not give George money to buy a beer.

Yes, after George's heart attack in childhood, George lost his independent finances at Ron's suggestion. The reason was of course for his own good health.

Facts have also proved that by drinking less beer and having appropriate harmonious father-son exercises with Ron, George's body has been well maintained and he is still living well.

After hanging up the phone, Penny had left. Only Howard, Leonard and Rajesh were left arguing about which supermodel on TV was more suitable to marry home. Ron clapped his hands helplessly.

"Hey guys, do you really think those women have something to do with you? If you have some spare time, why not help me think of some more realistic questions, such as what do you think is a better gift for a child?"

"Kid!" Sheldon turned his head in shock: "You shouldn't go?"

Howard: "If you want to give a gift to a little kid, it's best to go to a comic book store. There are kids there ranging from just learning to read to doing physics research in Flash costumes."

"I guess this big kid still keeps a diary of his poop every day." Leonard looked like he was constipated because he had read those diaries.

Ron felt that asking these nerdy scientists this question was in vain. He had no choice but to ask this question to Fiona, a good sister with four children. In comparison, Fiona, as expected, Na is much more reliable.

the next day.

Ron thought about the scene many times when he met Claire, his "rival" in junior high school. Of course, this "rival" was what Claire thought of herself. Ron never put this rebellious sister who was 6 years older than him at that time. In my eyes.

She's just a middle school girl, but you can really take her seriously, right? As everyone knows, it is this attitude that makes the relationship between him and Claire even worse.

But no matter what, Ron didn't expect that when he opened the door, he saw a very funny scene.

"Hey, Ron," Phil didn't hold the handrail properly on the stairs and slipped: "Oh my God, my back! Oh my God!"

Phil probably dodged to his back and fell to the ground in a strange posture.

"Children, this is your Uncle Ron. Ron, come here and help, carry Phil to the sofa!" Claire quickly called for Ron's help.

"Are you sure?" Ron curled his lips: "Are you sure this picture won't be too jarring? There are so many children here?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" Ron picked up Phil, and Claire kept nagging beside him: "Are you sure you don't need to call the rescue nurse?"

She looks like a good wife and mother, but there is no hint of the rebellious girl she once was.

"Easy, gentle." Phil complained in a low voice: "Oh my God, where did that kid come from? If we are singled out, I can easily knock him down, Ron."

"I think it's better to forget it. When I first met you, you were as weak as you are now. If Uncle Pritchett hadn't said you were Claire's classmate, I almost beat you to death. I was only 12 years old that year. You are already 18."

"Come on, let's go back to the room." Hailey didn't care at all about the new strange uncle, and pulled the young guy in the room who was familiar to Ron to go upstairs.

"Ron, that's Hailey's boyfriend. Help me scare him and make him quit. All our old debts can be written off!"

Claire took the opportunity to help Phil turn over and whispered in Ron's ear.

"No problem." Ron nodded, turned around and immediately put on a friendly smile: "Are you Hailey? I'm Ron, your grandpa's mother's grandson. You can call me Uncle Ron. I saw you last time When you were a baby.”

"Really? But I've never seen you."

It must be said that Ron's handsome portrait was too lethal to a little girl like Hailey who didn't understand the world. The little girl left her boyfriend behind and ran down the stairs in a few steps.

"You're much more handsome than Uncle Mitchell."

"Maybe it's because I'm too busy, wait." Ron stared at the shoes that Phil just dropped on the ground, and he suddenly had an idea in his mind: "Aren't these Phil's shoes? Phil, you need my help. Will you take it?"

Ron bent down to pick up Phil's shoes, and inadvertently dropped his IRS agent ID, landing right at the feet of the handsome young man.

"This...is this your ID?!" The handsome young man picked up Ron's ID and was a little confused.

"Yes, that's right. This is my ID. I'm an IRS agent. Thank you, young man. What's your name?" Ron's kind smile gradually changed in the eyes of the handsome young man.

After all, the name of the IRS is well known in the United States. Even Americans in some places will scare disobedient children and tell them that if you continue to disobey, the IRS will take you away, tie you up, and take away your pocket money. Tax them all!

"Uh, hello, my name is Dylan." The handsome young man stretched out his hand to Ron nervously, and of course Ron extended his hand in a friendly manner.

Just before the ID fell off, he made some small moves on his holster and gently held it in a handshake gesture.

"Bang!"

A Smith \u0026 Wesson M500 revolver fell to the ground, and everyone was stunned.

"Don't be nervous, everyone," Ron pressed his hand down to comfort him: "As an agent, it's reasonable for me to carry a gun with me at all times, right?"

Dylan nodded numbly, and Claire gave Ron a hidden thumbs up and mouthed: "Great job! Please work harder!"

Ron winked in acknowledgement.

Ron picked up the gun, wiped it with his sleeve and handed it to Dylan: "This is the most powerful pistol sold by Smith \u0026 Wesson. It is one of my favorite weapons. Have you tried it?"

The frightened Dylan quickly shook his head when he heard Ron's question.

"It uses 12.7 high-power pistol bullets. One bullet is powerful enough to split a person's head open, like an exploding watermelon. It's simply awesome."

Ron licked his lips: "Actually, last week, I just used it to rescue a female hostage. Maybe it was too close, and the robber's blood splashed all over the woman. This is probably the only thing about this gun. The shortcomings are gone, do you want to try it?”

Ron said creepy words in a regretful tone, frightening the young man into a daze.

"No, I can only play the guitar." Dylan quickly retracted his hand as if he had touched a hot iron.