Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Sheldon's farce didn't last a full day and ended with an explosion of inspiration and solving the problem on his own.

Although Ron didn't know much about science, he remembered that this time, Sheldon still missed out on the Nobel Prize, and he didn't even get the MacArthur Genius Award, which he said in a bland tone with jealousy written all over his face.

Maybe there are too many talented scientists this year? In short, as long as Sheldon stopped running around like crazy, Ron would be able to work a lot easier, so Ron came to Toretto to chat again when he had time.

"Toretto, I heard that there have been frequent cases of luxury cars being lost in Los Angeles recently. It's probably a bad boss who lures unsophisticated young people to take out loans to buy luxury cars, and then sends someone to take them away when they can't repay the loan. Stealing the car back has nothing to do with you, right?"

Well, it was just chatting, but Ron was actually testing.

"No, this matter has nothing to do with me." Toretto got out from under the car: "I am still running this car repair shop purely as a hobby. You know how much money I have on hand, that meager amount. I don’t have to pay for my income.”

"That's indeed the case," Ron nodded in agreement: "I'm just reminding you, if you plan to do any business recently, don't forget to report it to me, and remember to pay the taxes after it's done."

During that operation in Brazil, Ron and Toretto's team collected a total of 100 million U.S. dollars, and the money they received was enough for Toretto to live happily for half his life by drinking and drinking every day.

Ron took a bottle of Corona and handed it to Toretto, and he opened another bottle of Lone Star beer and touched it with him. Ever since Ron became a frequent visitor to Toretto's car repair shop, he always had it in his refrigerator. Prepare at least half a dozen Lone Star beers: "This way, my IRS special operations team will be in a good position to protect you, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, if there is any activity, I will report it to you as soon as possible." Toretto drank the beer in one gulp and said with satisfaction: "But if you are interested in this case, you can go to the car dealership opposite. Do some research and see.

There is a black guy named Franklin over there, who seems to have good skills. If it were in the past, maybe I would have let him work in my store. "

Come to work in your shop? Wouldn't that mean joining you as a member of the car robbery party? However, Ron still kept the name in his mind, so that he might have the opportunity to contact him in the future.

Ron understood Toretto's hint instantly, but he couldn't arouse any interest in it: "No, as long as this case has nothing to do with you, I'm even less interested in it."

"It's just that the big guy Hobbs seems to be eyeing this case. It is said that it is related to one of his subordinates. He plans to take this opportunity to put his subordinates in order."

"I understand that the recent reputation of the FBI is indeed not very good." Toretto took another bottle of wine from the refrigerator, shook his head and drank it.

"Really? What other gossip do they have? You can make me happy. As a member of the IRS, nothing makes me happier than seeing two other institutions in trouble." Ron gloated.

"I just heard that some FBI agents were involved in drug trafficking activities. Just yesterday, an FBI agent's car robbed a student's car not far from the entrance of my store. Take away the drugs those kids just bought.”

"Maybe you can record a video for me next time, and I can show it to Hobbs at the next safety meeting." Ron looked up at the watch hanging in the car repair shop: "Okay, here we are. It’s time, I’m leaving now, we’ll talk next time, I’m going to send my Barbie doll to TV now.”

There were still two hours left before Caroline and the vicious woman who wrote a book mocking Mr. Channing defended themselves on the show. Ron had promised to go with them.

…

In Los Angeles, at the recording site of the CNN American cable news talk show, Caroline started to get a little nervous.

"Ron, I don't know if I can handle that vicious woman. What if everything she said is true? She does know that I have a pink princess bed. How did she know?"

"Because the whole world knows that Barbie has a pink car, a pink pony, and a pink princess bed. This is what I gave my niece Lily as a birthday gift last time. You can rest assured."

"He's here, he's here, the real Piers Morgan!" Caroline held Max's hand excitedly.

"Do you think it's a bit too abrupt for me to ask him for a discount from the furniture store?" However, Max's focus was a little different.

Ron took out a business card and put it into Max's hand: "If you take my business card and ask him for it, it won't be rude at all, although I don't think your cabin looks like it can fit more. Looks like a lot of furniture.”

"He seems quite noble, so he probably won't ask about the size." Caroline and the two of them were obviously not on the same channel, but they still chatted together: "What if he asks? I'm fine. Scared, Ron."

"Give me your phone, just keep going." Max encouraged Caroline, pushing her forward.

"Okay, calm down, calm down, I will definitely be able to do it." Caroline encouraged herself and walked forward.

As soon as she left, Max immediately elbowed Ron: "Hey, Mr. Barbie Princess Knight, you must be ready to deal with the princess, right?"

"That's right," Ron nodded: "Although the old king is not within the protection scope of this knight, it can be regarded as a type of value-added service."

Bex's eyes were shining, and she knew that Ron always had very clever ideas: "So what are you going to do?"

"What do you think about me hiring a few people in the special service industry to publicly protest against the untrue descriptions in her book? I can also find someone to post some photos to make sure they look like those in the little movies you usually watch. It’s almost the same.”

"As expected of a guardian knight~ Tsk~"

"Hey, I'm your guardian knight too, okay?" Ron took advantage of the situation and kissed Max on the lips dishonestly: "As long as you need my help with anything, I will definitely help you.

Even if I am jealous, it should be me who is jealous, right? I always feel that you are a little too concerned about Mr. Qian Ning's affairs. "

"I just think he is a good person and should not be treated like this," Max skillfully unlocked Caroline's mobile phone password: "Look, this is him working with UNICEF, this is him raising money for the poor in Africa. This is him swimming in the 'Lake of the Rich' for charity, look at that smile... wait!"

Max's hand stroking the photo suddenly stopped, with a shocked expression on his face.