Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron is getting rich, and Mr. Yan is working in Thailand, but he has nothing to do with him anymore. He has already asked someone to finance the gold, and then turn it into gold rings, gold necklaces and other things, which appear on his various confidants. .

Max, Caroline, Fiona, Collins, Megan Fox, Peggy, and even Gizelle all got a well-made gold ring and looked at it carefully: "I heard you give it to all your women." I have one, so are you inviting me to join your harem?"

"Pfft~" Ron spit out the water he just drank into his mouth like a fountain.

"I really didn't mean it this way. This is just a testimony of the friendship between us. At the same time, you can also understand it as a gift to invite you to join my special operations force."

"So is the friendship you are talking about last night?" Gizelle's eyes were as charming as silk, and her little feet wrapped in black stockings had unknowingly taken off her high heels and climbed up Ron's trousers.

Ron had to stand up and salute to show respect: "I mean the normal kind, and I invite you to join my team."

"If there is a character in my team who can transform into a demigod at a critical moment and tear the enemy into pieces, I think it will be very helpful." Ron was talking nonsense: "Hey! Don't do this, Yoshizawa. Hey, I have something to do later, my brother is back from the North Pole today."

"Did I accidentally use too much force? I'm sorry." Gizelle chuckled and took off the other high heel: "How about I try a gentler way?"

"Woman, you are playing with fire." Ron said a classic line from a domineering president, and he pounced on Gizelle like a hungry wolf.

"I remember you just said that you had something to do. Why don't you go and get busy first? We can continue talking about this topic when you are free."

"I'm fine now." Ron's eyes were on fire.

"Your brother just came back from the North Pole."

"So he can just stay warm in the apartment."

…

In Pasadena, a man with a beard and carrying large and small luggage poured into the apartment. Upon closer inspection, he turned out to be a group of four scientists led by Sheldon.

"Thank God we're finally home. It's unbelievable that we spent three months in that freezing hell."

"It's simply a nightmare. The sky is filled with snow and I can't wake up."

Sheldon expressed his dissatisfaction with the unfair evaluation of the team members: "I don't know how you feel about the Arctic expedition. I just feel that it is not enough."

Sheldon's cell phone rang: "Oh, it's mom."

Sheldon pressed the answer button: "Mom, you will never imagine how smooth our trip to the North Pole was. Maybe I will win a Nobel Prize for it in the future.

Actually, I shouldn’t say that. I’m absolutely sure I can get one. I’m just being humble out of habit, which is what every big shot should do. "

Ms. Mary said happily: "Oh, thank God, my church group's prayers for you have been effective. There is a big hand in the dark and I have been protecting you, Sheldon."

"No, I don't feel your church group praying for me at all. Even if I get home safely, it doesn't prove that the prayer is effective. This logic is completely wrong!"

"Sheldon, don't talk back to me like an Eskimo!" Mary scolded.

"I didn't talk back to you in an eskimo tone, Mom..."

Sheldon was still talking on the phone with his mother, but Leonard had already knocked on his neighbor Penny's door: "Hi, I came over to say..."

What greeted him was a surprise passionate kiss from Penny: "You are finally back, Leonard."

"I just wanted to say... forget it, it doesn't matter." Leonard kissed her again, carried Penny all the way into the house, and closed the door with his foot.

Howard and Rajesh were left stunned at the door.

"FXXK! If I had known better, I should have gone to say hello first." Howard regretted.

"Oh my God, do you really think this is a first-come, first-served basis?" Ron climbed up the stairs, attracting warm greetings from the two little otakus.

"Ron!"

"Welcome back to Los Angeles, thank you for not cutting my brother into pieces and leaving him in the North Pole," Ron said suspiciously: "Wait! That guy in the house is my brother, right? He wasn't created by you using genetic cloning technology. Cultivator No. 2?"

Ron, of course, had just come back from Gizelle. Although Gizelle's fighting ability was amazing, Ron was not far behind. After the two had an in-depth exchange of ideas on physical skills, Ron returned home victoriously, and also allowed him to He promised to come to work with his team tomorrow.

Ron's special operations team finally increased to 6 people. Except for Andy, who has no fighting ability, the remaining five people have their own strengths.

A team with amazing combat effectiveness gradually grew in Ron's hands.

"Ron, you know that we are all physicists, and cloning belongs to biology. The most we can do is open the door to another dimension and summon Sheldon from another dimension to replace the one we killed."

Howard high-fived Ron skillfully.

"Then will this alternate-dimensional Sheldon look more normal? At least he won't go to the toilet on time every day and keep a diary to record their shape and taste."

Rajesh shook his head: "Impossible."

"Forget it, I might as well have this." Ron pouted and walked into the room, ignoring Sheldon's objections and gave him a big hug.

Sheldon broke away from Ron's embrace and said to the other two bearded otakus: "When I publish our findings, I will not forget your efforts."

"Great, thank you." They said this, but neither of them showed any expression of gratitude.

"However, during the Nobel Prize acceptance speech, due to space limitations, I cannot mention you. However, when writing the biography, I will mention you in the footnote, or give you a biography signed by me."

Ron finally confirmed that his dear and selfish brother Sheldon had indeed not been manipulated by these scientists, and still had a familiar taste and familiar formula.

"We have to tell him!" Rajesh growled at Howard as Sheldon turned around.

"Tell me what?" Sheldon turned his head.

Ron was keenly aware that he seemed to be having fun watching the movie again. He immediately took out the remaining half bucket of popcorn from the refrigerator and found the most comfortable viewing position on the sofa.

"You're going to throw me a celebration party, right?"

The two pushed each other, and finally, Howard was pushed out: "Sheldon, sit down first."

"Let me state it in advance, if you are going to have a theme party, I don't like Hawaiian or Roman style."

Howard looked embarrassed: "Okay, I will keep this in mind. We want to talk to you about some things that happened in the Arctic."