Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron was no longer in the mood to take care of the rest, so he left it all to Hank. Hank had already held the position of supervisor in the DEA, and now he was more and more able to take charge of the IRS's work on his own.

He is currently sitting in Sheldon's favorite Chinese restaurant, preparing to order at Sheldon's big eyes.

Howard took a careful look at Ron's face and began to murmur: "It's been a long time since the five of us went out to eat together, I mean without a woman."

Of course, his main target was Rajesh.

Ron has countless girlfriends, Leonard has Penny, and Sheldon doesn't need a woman, only Rajesh, who is longing for but unavailable.

"That's enough~ We know you have a girlfriend now, okay?"

"Did it make you a little jealous? I'm so sorry."

"Who is jealous?" Rajesh spread his hands: "Okay, I admit, I am willing to pay any price to have sex. Can we order now?"

Ron reminded: "Rajesh, actually if you want to develop a super friendship relationship with a girl, it's not that troublesome at all."

"What should I do? Ron, teach me~" Rajesh's eyes lit up and he held Ron's hand tightly.

"It's very simple. You just need to show your father's deposit amount or the remittance slip they give you for living expenses every month in front of the girls." Ron calmly took his hand out.

"Or, when the topic of family comes up, show her a photo of you and your family."

"A group photo? Of course I showed the girl photos of my family, but they were of no use. Ron, did you make a mistake?"

"Impossible!" Ron said suspiciously: "What kind of photo did you show them? Could it be that your family's big villa and your father's Bentley were not taken, right?"

Rajesh asked strangely: "Aren't I showing them my family? Why should I take pictures of the villa and Bentley?"

Ron covered his face. He was speechless at this Indian's weird thinking: "Rajesh, haven't you realized yet? The biggest attraction to women in you is your wealth. Believe me, if they Knowing your net worth, I will never let you go easily."

Rajesh fell into deep thought. He felt as if he had an epiphany and understood, but not completely. On the other side, Sheldon had another misunderstanding.

Sheldon opened the menu: "Oh my god, they updated the menu!"

"So what? The dishes haven't changed." Leonard asked confused.

"Really? Look at this, General Tso's chicken is classified as Hunan cuisine. It is no longer a signature dish series, but in the chicken cuisine category." Sheldon turned over the menu and pointed to the dish on top. .

"so what?"

"So, why is it not a signature dish? Is the chef here not confident in this dish, or is he not confident in himself?"

Sheldon raised his head and yelled at the waiter, but Ron finally couldn't bear it and grabbed the menu from his hand and quickly completed the order: "General Tso's Chicken, Maoxuewang, Steamed Dumplings, Pineapple Sweet and Sour Pork, Beijing Sauce Pork, That’s it, thank you.”

"Hey, Ron, I haven't read the menu yet!" Sheldon shouted dissatisfied after the waiter left.

"So what? You will still order these in the end anyway. I just speed up the progress of your ordering and make some contributions to our healthy diet. God knows if you continue to criticize, the waiter will put some food in our dishes. Spit a few times.”

Ron said nonchalantly, but Sheldon's dissatisfaction could not be dispelled by a meal. Sheldon kept nagging him about the menu until he returned to the apartment after dinner.

"The more I think about it now, the more I feel wrong. There's no way the bandit sauce contains rich pirate meat."

"Why is it this time?"

Ron didn't say anything, and Leonard added: "Because it is classified as seafood."

"What if they are a group of pirates who sleep with the fish?" Leonard was halfway through laughing when Ron suddenly stopped and stopped Sheldon with his arms, making a silencing gesture.

"What's wrong, Ron?" Leonard noticed that Ron was unusual and asked in a low voice.

"Someone may have been to your apartment. I'll go take a look in front. You just stay here and don't move around." As he said that, Ron took out his pistol and moved slowly up the stairs with a light step.

Ron has offended many people, from the Korean gangs in Los Angeles, Uncle Fried Chicken's drug cartel, to the human smuggler group that was just dealt with recently. To be honest, he had long thought that this day would come, but , I wonder which group will come today?

Walking to the door of Sheldon's apartment, the door lock of the apartment had been forced open with a crowbar. Ron held the gun in his hand and suddenly kicked the door open: "Don't move!"

Unfortunately, the house was empty. Only the messy apartment was left, and all the valuable electrical appliances were missing. It turned out that Ron had overthought it and was just a thief who stole things. , haven’t encountered it yet.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Leonard exclaimed: "The TV is gone, and our laptops are gone too!"

"OMG! OMG! Oh my god!" Sheldon looked at the messy room in despair, and quickly rushed into the bedroom.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron asked, and before Leonard could answer, Sheldon gave the answer himself.

Sheldon patted his chest and came out of the bedroom: "It's okay, it's okay, I still have all my comic books."

Ron was speechless. He didn't even care about the TV and computer, so he just patronized your crappy comics? By the way, the doctor that mom took Sheldon to see was not a quack, right?

No matter how you look at it, it looks like something is wrong.

The security in Pasadena was pretty good, and the police arrived in less than thirty minutes. Because this was not Ron's expertise, he sat aside while the police began to count the lost materials.

"They took away our television, two laptops, four external hard drives, our PS2, PS3, Xbox and Xbox-360, Nintendo Classic, Super Nintendo, Nintendo 64, and Wii."

The police were stunned, and Leonard had to add: "We like to play games."

"By the way, speaking of games, they stole them, Call of Duty 1, Call of Duty 2, Halo 2, Halo 3..." Sheldon's mouth was like a machine gun, announcing a series of game names.

"Some computer games," the police officer wrote in the notebook.

"When will the Crime Scene Identification Unit arrive?"

"They won't come." Ron finally stood up unbearably: "There is no need to use the forensic department for a theft case like this. If they come, believe me, they will just kill you because of me and then divide you into 100 little ones." Stick it in the freezer, Sheldon!"