Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"It's all your fault. What should we do now? We've... already alerted the enemy, right?"

Qin Feng was still complaining about Tang Ren when he came out of the classroom. Tang Ren waved his hand impatiently: "I didn't want to quickly catch that bastard back and exchange it for five million. Who knew that those students actually brought Arm your gun!"

Ron said in a accustomed tone: "Or what do you think? The United States is a country where you can legally own guns. It's a free America. You haven't heard of gunfights every day?"

"I was so scared that I almost peed just now," Tang Ren said with lingering fear: "No, I really want to pee when I say pee. I'm going to pee. Old Qin, junior brother, are you going to go?"

"No, you two come together. I'll go sit outside at a bar for a while, and then go find the master. I haven't seen the master for a long time. Since I'm in New York, I'll go and have a look."

Ron waved his hand, he didn't want the two unlucky guys to be stuck in the toilet together, and he was not interested in having their clothes torn down to their underwear on the street.

With his temper, anyone who dared to treat him like this would have shot him to see what his brain looked like, but he was very interested in watching other people perform "Go Running on the Street" Ron.

Ron walked out of the house, walked around a few streets, and finally stopped in front of an Irish pub, intending to go in for a drink.

But for some reason, when Ron walked into the bar, everyone's eyes were unconsciously focused on him, and what surprised Ron the most was that all the customers here were men!

And all of them are burly men wearing retro leather jackets, and some even wear headscarves, a standard American biker outfit.

Ron felt a little scared when he saw it. Could this be a gay bar?

etc!

The more Ron saw how these people were dressed, the more familiar they looked, and finally he remembered that this seemed to be the bar where Tang Ren danced in the movie!

If you say that, there will be a good show to watch later~

Ron walked to the bar, slapped the card on the bar, and rang the bell gently: "Give me a bottle of Lone Star beer, and this round will be mine!"

Ron raised his beer and said, "Here's to the Giants!"

"Cheers to the Giants!" Everyone raised their glasses happily and celebrated from a distance. The originally awkward atmosphere immediately became lively again.

Almost everyone in America cares deeply about sports, except for the oddball nerdy type like Sheldon.

So whenever you reach an impasse with a stranger, switching the conversation to the local sports team is definitely the right choice.

New York is the most well-known sports team with three teams, namely the Knicks of the NBA, the Yankees of the Major League Baseball, and the Giants of the NFL.

The Knicks have become less and less popular in recent years due to their poor record. Although the Yankees are very popular, most of their supporters are native New Yorkers known as Yankees.

This group of people seemed to have nothing to do with the gay image. On the contrary, it gave Ron a nostalgic feeling of coming from his hometown of Texas. Coupled with the sign on the door, this group of people was undoubtedly a bunch of Irish rednecks. .

Well, there is only one correct answer, and that is the Giants!

Using the topic of the Giants and his advantage in Chinese, Ron quickly became mingled with everyone, and even gained the respect of everyone in the room with a Jacky Cheung kiss goodbye.

"Ron, you speak Chinese really well!" The boss of the motorcycle gang came over and had a drink with Ron himself: "How long did it take you to learn this? I have been learning for five years and I still can't be like you. Just as fluent.”

"This is normal. Who makes Chinese the most difficult language in the world?" Ron raised his glass.

The boss of the motorcycle gang touched him and said: "You can teach me Chinese when you are free in the future. I have always wanted to find a Chinese boyfriend."

When it comes to the last sentence, the expression of the boss of the motorcycle gang is actually a bit shy. Ron is about to fall out of his glasses. Brother, you don't even look at yourself. Do you fit this expression of shyness?

Fortunately, at this moment, the person Ron had been waiting for finally arrived.

I saw three panicked Asian men running into the bar. Who else could it be if it wasn't Tang Ren?

"Junior brother, why are you here?" Tang Ren was also surprised when he saw Ron.

"Why come to the bar if not to drink? Do you want to do a striptease like you?" Ron walked up to Tang Ren in a funny way, pulled the tight strap of his bright shorts to a long length, and then "pop" He suddenly let go: "Is this your zodiac year?"

"Ah~" Tang Ren shouted shyly: "Junior brother, you are perverted! Help us hide it!"

Ron pointed to the bar next to the boss, and the three of them quickly ducked into the bar. Ron returned to his seat only to find that the boss of the motorcycle gang was staring at him: "Ron, was that your lover just now?"

"How is that possible? I like women. That person is my senior brother. We learned Chinese Kung Fu together."

The boss was overjoyed: "Can you introduce him to me?"

"Of course." Ron sold Tang Ren without hesitation and pouted at the door: "As long as you can help him solve his troubles, I think he will definitely fall in love with you.

If you have studied Chinese, you should know that in traditional Eastern culture, there has always been a practice of giving one's life to one's savior. "

At the door of the bar, the Chinatown gang headed by Lu Guofu rushed in. A tall and thin man led by the gang shouted at the people with unkind expressions: "I want three fruit men!"

"Hiss~"

The three burly men in the bar here immediately tore off their shirts, revealing the strong muscles underneath.

"Dare you play tricks on me?" Skinny Monkey was furious, and everyone on Lu Guofu's side took out their pistols: "What I want are Chinese people!"

Of course, the motorcycle gang showed no sign of weakness and immediately raised their sidearms, including Chicago typewriters, HK416, M16...all kinds of rifles.

The momentum of the Chinatown gang was greatly weakened in an instant. Beads of sweat flowed from Lu Guofu's face, and he took out his cell phone with a black screen from his pocket with a pale face: "Hey, Uncle Qi, do you want me to go back for dinner? Okay, I'll go back right now..."

While pretending to be on the phone, he slipped out dejectedly.

It wasn't until everyone had left that Tang Ren, Qin Feng, and Song Yi poked their heads out from under the table.

"Are they all gone?"

"of course."

"Thank you, thank you so much, junior brother, if it weren't for you, I would have been taken back by them." Tang Ren carefully squeezed past the big men and thanked them.

"Are these your friends? Thank them for me. We will go to Thailand another day and I will treat them to dinner."

"They are friends of my friends. It would be too much trouble to treat them to dinner. Why don't you express your gratitude right now?" Ron showed a smirk, which made Tang Ren feel bad.

"Now? I don't even have a place to put money on me. How can I thank you?"

"It doesn't cost money, you just have to sacrifice a little time."

Tang Ren was puzzled: "Time?"

"There's still a little bit of color." Ron clapped his hands, and his younger brother, who had already noticed the situation, turned on the music. Ron stepped aside to let the strong man with the rose in his mouth come out from behind.

The boss of "Brush" lifted Tang Ren up by his buttocks, and the atmosphere in the entire bar was dyed pink with the music.

"Xiaxia passed away quietly, leaving behind a little secret..."