Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Think about it, what kind of place is this place with outstanding people, so that it gathers the cheese factory where Penny works, Toretto's coffee house, the restaurant of the bankrupt sisters, and a comic shop with a boss who is good at drawing.

The last one was Ron's target, but when he reached the door, he discovered that this comic book store was the one Sheldon and his friends frequented most.

No wonder when I first saw the name Stewart, I thought that this person might be very promising, but it turns out that he really is not promising~

"Hi, your name is Stuart?"

"Yes, I am, what do you want from me? You look like you don't look like the kind of nerd who usually comes to our store." Stewart has not become as neurotic as he was in the later stages of The Big Bang Theory, at least it seems Still like a normal person.

"Did you draw this painting?" Ron directly took out a copy of the Heisenberg portrait he took from Jack: "I want to know what the situation was like at that time, and also, the person in this painting really looks like you. Are they the same? I always feel that he looks more like the bald doctor in the X-Men, what do you call him?"

"Dr. X."

There was no one in the store at the moment, and Stewart rubbed his hands nervously: "Sir, before I answer your question, can I know your identity first? If you happen to be that person's subordinate, I... "

"I'm the IRS, are you relieved now? Don't worry, if you are retaliated against, you can always go to the FBI to apply for witness protection, and we will also provide you with some moral support," Ron showed his ID in front of Stewart. Then: "Besides, I'm Sheldon's brother, the tall and skinny scientist who often comes to your store. He looks like a praying mantis."

Stewart suddenly realized: "I know that he, Howard, Rajesh, and Leonard are the big customers of my store."

The purchasing power of four nerdy scientists has become the biggest customers of Stewart's store. How bad is your business? Ron complained secretly in his mind.

However, there is another possibility, that is, how much money did the poor Sibao guy without a woman spend on these villain books~ Others don’t know, but he is aware of Sheldon’s situation. There is a large box at home.

This weirdo even rented a safe in the bank specifically to store the comics he considered precious. Ron felt sick just thinking about it, and these things were all sold to Sheldon by the profiteer in front of him.

Although Sheldon basically doesn't care about money, his salary is actually the highest among the four.

"Before you answer the question I just asked, I would like to ask you to answer another question of mine, that is, have you paid your taxes properly, friend?" Ron's eyes showed an evil light.

If this "profiteer" who had stolen countless profits from his brother dared to say no, Ron would have made back all the money Sheldon spent in this store today, but the result disappointed him. .

"Of course, it is every citizen's obligation to pay taxes in accordance with the law. These are my tax payment vouchers during this period. If you want to see them, I can also give you the ones from previous years." Stewart looked for the vouchers from under the counter. out.

"Okay, let's talk about this later. Let's talk about what happened that day, right?"

Stewart fell into memories: "Then I went to the art exhibition as usual and saw three strange guys. You know there are strange guys everywhere at the art exhibition, but I still noticed them because they were so ugly. .

At this time, a guy in a trench coat and a top hat walked towards them. He called himself Heisenberg, a Jewish name, so I guessed he might be a Jew. "

Ron grabbed the point and interrupted quickly: "Heisenberg, this must not be his real name. How old is he?"

"About forty or fifty years old, he looks just like a teacher who teaches in a public school. I guess he must have children. By the way, he doesn't look very good. He may have just had a quarrel with his wife at home, or What's the matter with you?"

Ron quickly wrote this down. Knowing his age, he immediately narrowed down the scope of the search: "You continue, and then what? What did they talk about?"

"Because I didn't feel like they were good people, I didn't dare to listen much. I just listened to the three strange-looking people talking about how his men smashed someone to death with an ATM machine, and also expressed their admiration for the Jews. Love and the like.

You know, I'm a legal citizen, and I was already scared when I heard them talking about hitting people to death with cash machines. "

Ron's mind moved. The case where the ATM machine killed someone? He heard about this case when he was listening to the radio not long ago. This may be a breakthrough, as well as the three gangsters who were ignored by the FBI.

Since they knew Heisenberg and knew that his men smashed people to death with cash machines, they must also know his other men. Even if they were not good enough, they would also know more information about Heisenberg.

Ron even suspected that those gangsters might be Heisenberg's distributors of external bulk cargo.

The word distributor may not be accurate here. Those little gangsters are not that high-end, they are just drug heads at most.

"So, can you draw the appearance of those little gangsters?" Ron thought of a way to break the situation.

Heisenberg is hard to find. Could it be that he still can't find those gangsters on the street? The FBI idiots couldn't find him. That's because they didn't happen to know Toretto, who was very familiar with the underworld, like Ron.

"Of course." Since he had nothing to do, Stewart took out three pieces of paper from under the table and finished the drawing in less than twenty minutes: "Sheng Hui, five dollars a piece."

The price was quite fair, and Ron paid it readily. When he walked out of the store and was about to return to the car, he didn't want to meet Caroline.

"OMG, Ron, why are you here?" Caroline shouted in surprise.

"I happen to be working on a case near here, what about you?" Although Ron had already known that Caroline must be nearby, he still pretended to have the same surprised expression and showed off the evidence in his hand.

"I found a new job. It's a waiter in a restaurant nearby. Ron, have you eaten? Why don't I treat you to something to repay you for taking care of me yesterday."

"No, I just ate." In fact, he hadn't eaten. He was just afraid of running into Max when he went back with Caroline. Ron wasn't afraid of Shura Field or anything like that, but if the three of them were to come together now, There will inevitably be some embarrassment.

What do you want him to say to Max?

Hi! Girl, I didn’t have much fun at your place yesterday, so I ran away in the middle of the night and found another girl. How about it? Do you want me to show off?

In this case, Ron will probably never have the opportunity to exercise with Max again, so this matter requires strategy.

"Really? I originally wanted to ask you for help with something, Ron."