The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 9 The first confrontation with Musk

Mr. Tao Xi's work efficiency is fast, and he helped Ron make an appointment with Mr. Musk at ten o'clock in the morning the next day. Maybe this is the reason why he made a fortune: high efficiency.

And Ron was not idle, and took the time to call his father who stayed at the University of Texas as the head coach of the Longhorns, explained Mr. Tao Xi's new adopted child, and reported Sheldon's situation.

The latter, of course, is primarily Mary.

"Ron, Sheldon is your younger brother. Although he often looks indifferent, I'm sure he loves his family very much. You should help him more."

Mary said with some dissatisfaction, obviously, Missy's big mouth must have shown her the photo of Sheldon's bare legs.

Ron said helplessly: "Don't worry mom, I'm an older brother, so of course I'll take care of him. In fact, I've already beat up that bastard who bullied Sheldon."

"Ron! I can't remember a time when I taught you to use violence to solve problems!" screamed Mary.

There is no way, as a devout Baptist, Mary has always believed in the rhetoric of conquering enemies with love.

"Mary, don't forget that besides being a Christian, your son is also a Texan. As a good Texan, you should beat his head." George said.

In order not to cause family conflicts, Ron had no choice but to explain his behavior: "Mom, I didn't use violence against him. In fact, we just had a friendly discussion on the premise of mutual agreement."

Ron swears that he is absolutely not lying, although that idiot named Doug was fucked badly, but he is absolutely voluntary, as evidenced by the video.

"Okay, may the Lord bless you both." Just as Mary was about to hang up the phone, George snatched her away.

"Ron, I am very interested in the kid you mentioned. Maybe you can take him back to Texas this weekend. There are too few good tackles now. All universities are short of manpower in this area. We Need to start early."

"No problem, Dad."

After hanging up the phone, Ron glanced at the time, it was exactly 9:50, he put the children's notebook in the briefcase tightly, turned and walked into the Space Exploration Technology Corporation building behind him.

It is a company founded by Elon Musk in 2002 to realize his Mars colonization plan, and it is for this reason that he was called a madman with a "bubble" by Mr. Tao Xi, and he expressed great respect for Ron and his cooperation. full of worries.

Although there is no such word in English, combined with the context in which Mr. Tao Xi said this sentence, it roughly means this. There is no way, who makes English not as profound as Chinese?
Last year, that is, in 06, the Falcon Rocket 1 was launched, but the result was not unexpected, and a big firework was set off.

In addition to providing a new after-dinner conversation piece for the American people, it burned $690 million in funding.

Unlike the original time and space, Musk has no idea of ​​​​launching a recoverable rocket at all, but wants to reduce costs in other ways.

He believes that the notebook in his bag will interest Musk.

"Mr. Cooper, Musk is waiting for you in his office." The beautiful female secretary led Ron to the office door and opened the door politely.

"Hey, boy, I heard Sean say that your occupation seems to be working for the IRS yesterday, so before I hug you, can you tell me that you are not here to check taxes?"

Musk opened his arms and asked half-jokingly, and Ron hugged him directly: "I believe that even if the purpose of my coming is for the latter, you will not coax me out, right?

What's more, I believe that if a smart person like you avoids taxes, he shouldn't leave us with enough clues, right? "

Of course, Ron was not polite, and he broke Musk's temptation as soon as he came up.

"Haha, I'm just kidding, I think if you IRS is going to do a tax audit, you shouldn't need to find a middleman to make an appointment with me, right? You should be able to find me anytime."

"Of course." Ron didn't deny it. In fact, for a big man like Musk, the IRS has their intelligence almost all the time.

"So, let me take a guess. The reason why you came to see me is not the meaning of that person, right? As far as I know, you and that big man seem to have a very close relationship."

With that said, Musk made a cowboy waving a whip: "Hehe~"

Ron was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that even the other party had a clear grasp of the intelligence of his biggest backer. Sure enough, none of the capitalists who were able to achieve great success were simple characters.

But he still looks normal.

"I think you should be talking about Mr. Francis? Don't worry, I didn't mean to come here this time. You don't need to worry about anything. As Mr. Tao Xi said, I'm just here to discuss cooperation with you."

"Then I don't understand. What do you want to cooperate with me?" Ron's continuous denial finally shook Musk's initial thoughts. what.

Ron didn't answer in a hurry, but found a comfortable place to sit on the reception sofa in the office, and went straight to the point: "Mr. shares."

"Then you should go to the stock exchange. The stock price of Taigong Exploration Company is 7.85 US dollars per share today. I believe your income should be able to buy a lot, child."

Ron shook his head: "No, you know that's not what I want, I want more, and I'm not going to pay for it."

"Then I guess there should be some evidence of my so-called tax evasion in your briefcase, and then use it to threaten me?" Musk spread his hands helplessly: "Son, you succeeded, leave your briefcase, I'll give you a check to your satisfaction."

Ron was unmoved and smiled playfully.

"Then your legal team will sue me for violating law enforcement and extorting bribes." Ron stood up: "The evidence should be here, and there, right?"

Ron pointed twice at the cat-shaped sculpture on Musk's desk and the vase on the top of the filing cabinet next to him. Finally, Musk's face was moved. He stood up and applauded, and handed Ron a cigar by the way.

This represented his appreciation for Ron, but Ron didn't smoke it, but played with it in his hand.

"As expected, he is the best agent that even Francis has praised. When did you find out?"

"I found it as soon as I entered the door. I have to say that although the positions of your two cameras are very good, they are really too deliberate. You almost wrote and pasted a label on it, 'I am a camera, come and see me~' My professionalism makes it impossible for me not to pay attention."

Musk lit the cigar himself: "Okay, as you wish, all the temptations are over, can you tell me your real appeal now?"

Ron spread his hands again: "I've already told you, I want shares in your company, and I don't intend to pay."

PS: This is the first time I write this type of novel, if there is anything wrong, please feel free to point it out for me, thank you~
(End of this chapter)