Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Of course, a noise at the door inevitably attracts the attention of those in the house.

"Who are you?!" A woman with a face somewhat similar to the deceased walked out of the house, guarding Anthony behind her like a hen guarding her calf: "How dare you fight at my sister's funeral? ?!”

"Why don't you ask that boy what he did first?" Ron glared at the angry woman unceremoniously, looking behind him and directly nailing the frightened Anthony's face: "For the sake of today's funeral, Come on, let me go first, otherwise I guarantee you will prepare at least two coffins today."

"Hi, hi, hi," Caroline quickly pulled Max between the two of them and pushed Ron back: "Let me handle these things, okay?"

"I'm really sorry. You must be Antonia's sister, right? You look really alike. I'm Caroline." Caroline rushed forward and gave the old lady a big hug.

Ron glared at Anthony again and then stepped back. Today was Nanny Caroline's funeral. He didn't want to cause trouble, and the little gangster named Anthony might have had some thoughts of causing trouble, but After being glared at by Ron, the Alliance retreated into the crowd in a hurry.

This look is too scary,

"Which Caroline?" The old lady looked confused.

"Caroline Channing." After saying that, Caroline hugged her again, but the old lady still looked confused.

"Who is Carolyn Channing?"

"You are sad right now, I understand, we are all very sad today."

"Who is this girl?" The old woman asked helplessly to the people next to her. Unfortunately, no one could give him an answer. Looking around, he could only cast his eyes on the black-haired girl behind Caroline, Max. : "You, I seem to have seen you somewhere? Are you the daughter of Ricky from Rochester?"

"Maybe?" Max rolled his eyes: "If I were her daughter, would I get any benefits?"

"Hi! Max," Caroline shouted angrily, interrupting Max who was about to commit fraud, and continued to explain: "Antonia used to take care of me when I was a child."

"Oh~ Antonia was your nanny. It's so nice of you to come."

The old woman suddenly realized, but there was no meaning of "that's great" in her tone.

Think about it and know that after the death of his sister, his former employer would not give him a good look if he came to express condolences and even beat his son. However, Caroline did not realize this, and he still worked tirelessly explanation, in order to let Antonia's family understand her importance to them.

"He wasn't just my nanny, she took care of me every day for ten years, Carolyn, Carolyn Channing!"

"I'm sorry, but I really don't know who you are, honey, even though you keep forcing me to know. If you're sorry, I'm going to smoke a cigarette and see if my son is okay."

The old lady took out an envelope and patted it in Caroline's hand: "My sister's body is inside. Now that it's here, you can go and take a look if you want! However, according to our Italian rules, don't forget to send Gift money.”

After saying that, the old woman walked away, and Karenlin looked at Ron for help: "Ron, can you wait here for a while? I will go in to see Antonia for the last time and then come out."

"Of course," Ron took the envelope from Caroline's hand, took some change from his pocket, and stuffed it in.

"Ron, you don't have to be like this."

"No, I have to do this," Ron pointed at Max's chest: "When I picked you up, I saw Max put the bag of coins in his clothes. I guess he was going to take the money. Go get a Philly beef burger.”

Max nodded with an expression on his face, "You really know me." Ron continued: "So I think it's better to keep the change I'm going to buy for food. You know, your envelope will be put in the coffin." Yes, there is a coffin, not a wishing fountain."

"Okay, I accept your kindness, but we have to treat you to dinner at noon, okay?" Carolyn compromised.

"Of course," Ron took the coin bag from Caroline. Although he was not short of money, he knew that this would make Caroline feel better: "Go, I know she has always been the most special to you. I went to see her for the last time. I also went outside to smoke a cigarette and reflect on the slap just now. Although this year has just begun, I am sure that this is the most painful slap I have received this year."

…

On an island somewhere in Southeast Asia, Arthur, who had just gotten off the boat, took out another mobile phone that he had hidden long ago, found his boss's number, and dialed it.

"Hi, Arthur, good afternoon, how was your engagement trip?" Ron, who was smoking outside the church, had a smile on his face: "I guess you are not going to ask me to extend your vacation for another month. ?

My answer is of course yes. Anyway, there is nothing going on in Los Angeles now, but I will deduct it from your vacation next year. What do you think? "

As a boss, Ron maintains humanistic management while still not forgetting his true nature as a capitalist.

But Arthur was not in the mood to joke with Rowan now: "Boss, I'm in trouble. Gina was taken away."

"What's going on? Tell me carefully." Ron's expression suddenly became solemn.

"The killer organization that trained me now found me again, kidnapped Gina, and asked me to kill three people for them."

"The killer organization you once belonged to? I thought it was the one we killed last time."

"No, that was just the place where I worked later, but I was an orphan a long time ago. I was adopted by another organization and developed skills to work for them. In fact, many of the killers in the organization we destroyed before were former Being trained by the organization that trained me, we are rented to the company, and every income after completing the task will be taken by the old company."

When Arthur said this, Ron understood a little bit. The killer company he co-operated with to destroy last time was just a handbag company that rented tools from other companies to make money for itself, and they were only responsible for accepting tasks. Then distribute these killers to Arthur.

"Okay, tell me your location. I still have something to do here. I'll go find you as soon as I finish taking care of it. Is your place safe now? Do you need me to send you some support first?"

Arthur's heart warmed, but he still stubbornly replied: "No, I can handle it myself."