Daily life of an American TV drama agent

A week later, the manufacturers that Caroline contacted have started producing the little cake T-shirts she designed. However, because there is no brand support, no boutiques are willing to accept their T-shirts for sale. Only sold in small quantities at their own little cake shop.

This small number of specific sales refers to fifty pieces, all of which were purchased by Ron himself.

Except for the ones that Ron bought for the science nerds and their families, and the ones for the Pritchett family relatives, they are all placed in Howard's Caltech laboratory, and any colleague who likes them can take one away.

It's not that Ron doesn't want to give it to his subordinates, it's just that the IRS is a serious law enforcement department after all. After the crime tax is levied, the targets it faces are mainly all kinds of vicious criminals.

Think about it, what would it look like if a group of notorious IRS agents went to law enforcement wearing cute little cupcake T-shirts? I'm afraid I don't want to make them laugh to death.

You know, the little cake T-shirt designed by Caroline is pink!

Caroline has been worried about the closed business recently, so Ron can only comfort her day and night: "Don't worry, I didn't plan to make money purely from clothes, but to make money from movie peripherals. Just let the factory make them in large quantities, and by the time the movie comes out, I guarantee they will be in short supply."

"But what if the movie doesn't become a hit? Oh my god, I'm sorry, I've been so anxious lately!" Caroline stamped her feet anxiously. Just then, the little Li Han came out holding a plastic dummy. Caroline immediately found someone to vent her anger on: "Silly! You can't take your inflatable toy to a public place!"

"This is not a toy! It's not my girlfriend either!" Li Han had just been teased by Max once, and now he was hit with a double kill by Caroline. He was going crazy: "This is Judy, it's for Demonstrated how to do CPR! And she was the hardest working employee in the restaurant.”

"Earl, come here, we are going to use Zhu Shanzhai to learn cardiopulmonary resuscitation today. Let me demonstrate it to you first." After saying that, Ah Han patted Judy and said, "First, lift her head back and pull her head back." Remove the foreign object and blow air into the mouth.”

"Oh~ Max, I think we are witnesses to his first kiss." Caroline continued to joke about Ah Han, and Ah Han raised his hand proudly: "This is the fourth time, thank you."

But after he kissed the dummy that couldn't resist, he immediately straightened up with a strange look on his face: "Oh my god, what does this smell like? I think Judy must have been left alone for too long."

Ron suppressed a smile: "Maybe Oleg knows why."

"Who's calling me? Hi, hello Ron, hello Judy." Oleg poked his head out of the kitchen.

"How do you know Judy?" Ah Han was surprised this time.

"How can one's body not be so attractive when it's exposed? What do you think?" Oleg smiled mischievously: "What a fool, she doesn't have any limbs anyway, so she can't resist, so why waste time kissing her? Just go ahead and do it. Yes, I usually do this."

"What!" The more Ah Han thought about it, the more something was wrong, especially the taste in his mouth, which gave him a particularly familiar feeling. Immediately, he thought of what it tasted like: "Ugh! I need mouthwash! Hurry! Give me mouthwash!”

Ah Han yelled all the way and trotted towards the bathroom, making everyone burst into laughter.

"Yeah!" Ron and Oleg high-fived proudly.

Max immediately sensed something was wrong: "Oleg, you're not really that disgusting, are you? Wait, Ron, you did it too?"

"How is it possible? I did it anyway?" Ron shrugged: "We just got some heather from outside and squeezed out the juice with a juicer, and then put some in Judy's mouth. As for Oleg I don’t know if I’ve done anything strange before.”

"I have done it, but I will clean it every time to make sure it is as clean and hygienic as the food I cook." Oleg raised his hand and swore, but no one believed it.

What a joke, Oleg doesn't even pay much attention to his personal hygiene. He only takes a shower maybe once a month, and usually relies on perfume to cover up his body odor. Just because he works in the kitchen, Ron doesn't even dare to eat from the restaurant. , how can it be clean and hygienic?

Ron hugged Caroline from behind: "How are you? Aren't you happy at all? My little princess, can we continue the topic just now? How do you plan to celebrate your birthday this year?"

"Wow, the number of times she mentioned her birthday today is almost the same as the number of times Kanye brags about himself." Max complained later.

"Don't worry, we will also help you celebrate your birthday, my dear stepmother and queen." Caroline hugged Max.

Frankly speaking, Caroline didn't have any bad intentions, she just kind of liked making small things and making big mistakes, especially after her father went bankrupt and lost everything.

But at this warm moment, a guy in a suit and tie suddenly broke into the restaurant and walked up to Earl: "Hello, I have an express delivery from Martin Channing to Caroline Channing that needs her signature."

"Yeah! It's my birthday gift from my dad! It came all the way from prison!" Caroline jumped happily and walked over: "Last year, he gave me a photo frame made of macaroni. Oh my God, what he gave me for my last birthday was a Himalayan Hermès bag... Wuwu..."

Halfway through, Caroline recalled the past, and her voice unconsciously contained a hint of crying.

"Hey, that photo frame allowed us to have enough food and clothing for two days~" Max was very optimistic and walked over and patted Caroline on the shoulder.

"It sounds really miserable...wait a minute," Ron said in confusion: "I remember we went on dates a lot in those days, why are you still short of food?"

"Don't worry, we just treat that as a snack." Max patted Ron's chest to comfort him, then turned to look at the man in the suit: "Hey, man, what did Mr. Channing do with pasta this time?"

"This thing isn't pasta. It's too big to move in. You can follow me out to have a look." The man in the suit took the lead, and the three of them walked out together. They were immediately shocked by what was at the door.

"OMG! Is that a Lamborghini?!" Caroline screamed: "Wait a minute, is that my Lamborghini?!"

"Yes, this is a Lamborghini sports car." The man in the suit nodded.

Max walked quickly to the car, touched it disbelievingly, and then pinched himself to make sure he was dreaming: "Are all the handicrafts made in prisons so high-end now?!"