Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"So, what does this have to do with Axiang?" Ron pushed Tang Ren aside and continued to move forward.

"Five million dollars, don't you want it?" Tang Ren stood in front of Ron again, holding Qin Feng with one hand, and stretched out his five-fingered palm, gesticulating back and forth in front of Ron.

"Five million? That sounds like a lot~" Ron said with a smirk: "However, don't forget that this money was earned in the United States, so remember to pay an unexpected income tax. The tax rate is about... "

"Damn it! Your tax collection actually goes to your senior brother!" Tang Ren said angrily, but when he saw Ron clenching his fist, he immediately hid behind Qin Feng dejectedly.

"Don't worry, even if you pay taxes on five million, you will still have a lot of money left." Ron rolled his eyes at the senior brother who was knocking on the door, took out a business card and put it in Tang Ren's hand: "If you really get that If you have five million, you can call Paul.

He is the manager of the Gold Club. As long as you have money, he can provide you with a feeling comparable to heaven, enough to make you forget all the girls in the world. "

When Tang Ren saw that Ron was still fooling around, he still had his mind set on Qin Feng. He immediately changed his face and said, "Old Qin, how could you do this? I'm your uncle!"

"Explicit!"

"Blood is thicker than water!"

"I want to read Quinn's manuscript!" Qin Feng obviously didn't agree with this. He was about to leave with Ron with his suitcase when Tang Ren suddenly knelt down.

One hand on each side, tightly hugging Ron and Qin Feng's thighs.

"Junior brother, Lao Qin, do you know what Axiang means to me?" Tang Ren said with a hint of tears: "I am willing to dedicate my life's blood to her, and I will never fall in love with anyone again in my life. It’s a woman!”

"Okay, okay, okay, can I promise to help you?" Ron scratched Tang Ren's head helplessly: "As long as you don't get your nose on my pants, it looks disgusting!"

Originally, Ron was ready for a tug-of-war with Tang Ren, but unexpectedly, this time Tang Ren was easily pushed away with just a slight push.

Why is it so easy this time? But his eyes were a little dull.

Ron looked up and followed Tang Ren's eyes, and saw a tall Chinese woman passing by them.

"Axiang~" Tang Ren stood up and chased after him as if he had lost his soul.

Qin Feng frowned: "Has he always been like this?"

"You are his nephew, don't you know?"

Qin Feng had no choice but to carry his suitcase and was about to follow Tang Ren when he saw Ron walking somewhere else: "Why don't you come with us?"

"Wait a minute, you and Tang Ren go check on the situation first. I just saw an acquaintance. I went to say hello and do some cross-dressing." Ron looked at Billy who took the opportunity to sneak into the bathroom, showing a thoughtful look.

"My identity is quite special, so it's better not to attract their attention. Although these so-called detective enthusiasts don't have much ability, it will still be a bit troublesome if someone discovers my identity."

Among all the detectives sitting there, there was already an old acquaintance named Billy. Ron was not sure if there was anyone else who knew him. He just wanted to join in the fun, but he didn't want to attract the attention of anyone interested.

Fortunately, when they first entered the hall, their group did not attract too many people's attention. Others were more doing their own things.

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In the bathroom, the sound of water was gurgling. Buffalo Billy had just finished relaxing and was about to zip up his zipper when suddenly a big hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Long time no see, Billy~" Billy saw an extremely familiar face in the mirror above the urinal. It was Ron, his childhood shadow. Suddenly, the faucet that had just stopped felt like peeing again. .

"Didn't you just say that you still have cases to deal with? Why are you here again now?"

"I...I plan to relieve myself first and go there now, Ron." Billy's voice already had a hint of crying.

It's not that Billy is too cowardly, but it's really not easy to grow up with someone like Ron, even though he knows that every time Ron "bullies" him, he does it in various ways. The reason is to let him exercise.

It was precisely because of Ron's "bullying" that he could thrive in his career as a special forces soldier. But after all, he lived in Ron's shadow. He was not as honest as Forrest Gump, so he took responsibility every time. Ron's role is read as "sparing partner" and written as "sandbag".

How could there be no shadow.

"Don't worry~ We haven't seen each other for a long time, don't you want to catch up with me?" Ron patted Billy on the shoulder.

"Yes!" Like a soldier who received an order, Billy turned back in a very standard military posture.

Ron quickly stepped aside: "Hey! Can you put that thing back first? Just zip it up, I don't want you to piss all over me."

"SIR, YES SIR!" Billy saluted, then straightened his hands, retracted them, and zipped up the zipper. All the movements were orderly. Those who didn't know thought this was some new weapon-holding movement.

"Take a break," Ron had no choice but to reuse the military training command he had given Billy in his childhood: "Relax, I know the purpose of your coming. Even if you have other cases on your hands, I think they are nothing more than five million." Dollars are more tempting, right?”

"Are you here for the bonus too?"

When Ron mentioned the bonus, Billy was a little frustrated: "If you take action, the bonus will definitely be yours, and no one else will have the slightest chance. This is true from the novel, forget it, I'd better quit the game."

Billy backed down, but Ron was not going to continue bullying him on this.

"Don't worry, Billy, I have no interest in the five million dollars. I just came here for a vacation and to see my senior brother and master, the old man who taught me kung fu when I was a child."

Billy got excited. If Ron didn't participate, wouldn't that mean he still had a chance?

"But," Ron's next sentence hit him to the bottom again: "My senior brother seems to be very interested in this bonus."

"So, then I quit?" Billy asked reluctantly, thinking about the rich bonus.

"That's not necessary," Ron waved his hand: "He is interested, but I am not interested. I will not interfere with anything in your competition. You can compete with him based on your strength. I am looking for you for something else. matter."

"You can say whatever you want, as long as I can do it, I will do it beautifully for you!" When Billy heard that Ron was participating in the competition, he clapped his chest happily and promised.

"First, to keep my identity confidential. I don't want too many people to know that I'm from the IRS." Ron held out a finger, and Billy nodded quickly: "Second, to cooperate with me when I need it."

"I don't pay much attention to the competition prize money of only five million, but I am quite interested in the taxes owed by this New York gangster."