Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Except for your little cake, I never eat much other desserts." Ron lied while staring at Max's most prominent part without blinking.

Just when Ron was about to do some more unnecessary things while Caroline was away, the door opened and Caroline came back. The two of them quickly returned to their normal expressions and stood still.

"Max, Max, the croissant guy will be here soon. After he comes, one of us will pretend to be red face and the other will pretend to be black face... Hi, Ron, long time no see~" Caroline said halfway, Only then did I realize Ron was there.

"Long time no see. What did you want to say just now? Red face and black face? I'm not familiar with the cake industry. Is this industry so involved that you need to play good cop and bad cop tricks to force customers to confess?"

Caroline hurriedly explained: "Of course not, I contacted a scalper selling croissant donuts from the dark market. He will come over soon. I asked him for ten croissant donuts, and he charged me $250. .”

Max: "Then I drink blackface and get mad."

"At this time, I will try to mediate with them again and return the price to 200 US dollars." Caroline finally added. After speaking, she raised her proud little face with an expression as if you are going to praise me.

Ron was simply defeated by the naivety of these two beauties: "Although I don't know what the croissant is, I guess it's not drugs or guns or other contraband? As for taking out and Is it a way for drug dealers to connect?"

"Then what should we do? I only have two hundred dollars." Caroline reluctantly took out two hundred-dollar bills and waved them in front of Ron: "We don't plan to spend any more of your money. We already owe you too much. ”

If Caroline thought about it, when she was first in trouble, there were rich people who were willing to support her and provide her with a life similar to before. The only condition was that she became a collection that could be used to show off at any time.

But she still refused. This is a very self-respecting woman.

"No, I don't plan to pay for you this time, but as an old IRS agent, I am willing to teach two rookies who have just entered the industry. Are you willing to learn?" Ron winked mischievously.

"No! I have always wanted to play the role of a violent policeman or a gangster. You must not take my role away!" Max flatly refused.

Ron had no choice but to agree: "Okay, if you need anything later, just call and I will play the role of your subordinate."

Ten minutes later, there was a rhythmic knocking sound on the window of the small cake shop. Caroline answered the code and opened the door directly for him. Ron hid behind the door and did not notice the room until the bread delivery boy came in. In addition to the two beauties, there was one more person.

"Quickly, you're not the only one who wants to try my donuts." The boy who delivered the bread said as soon as he entered the door.

Donut, this word is very strange in English. It is often used to refer to things that have nothing to do with food. Caroline looked confused, "You mean croissant donuts, right?"

"Of course not, my side job is ducks."

Caroline rolled her eyes: "Okay, let me take a look at the goods."

Breadboy immediately began to loosen his belt.

"Hey, she's talking about croissants," Max interrupted unbearably.

"I didn't tell you earlier," the bread boy pulled up his pants and opened the box, revealing ten exquisitely shaped desserts inside.

"Let me have a taste." Max reached out like a drug lord, pinched a small piece and stuffed it into his mouth, showing the expression of a drug dealer inspecting the goods: "The goods are very pure, how much does ten of them cost in total?"

Ron rolled his eyes, isn't it just a few snacks? As for making it the same as drug dealing?

"I quoted $250 before, but..."

"Fart!" Before Bread Boy could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by Max: "150 US dollars, if you want to sell it, go away! Bitch!"

Ron knew it was time for him to take the stage. He took off his shirt to reveal his strong upper body muscles, and stood behind Max in a fierce pose.

Looks so stupid.

But even so, Bread Boy was still scared enough. Caroline pretended to stand up and be the peacemaker: "OK, everyone, calm down. 150 is really a bit too low. How about this, you each take a step back, two hundred dollars." never mind."

"The price of this thing is so noisy tonight, I...I..." Bread Boy wanted to say that he planned to raise the price, but when he saw Ron taking out his pistol and gesturing back and forth, he swallowed the rest of his words rationally.

"Max, actually the negotiation method can be simpler," Ron took out five bullets from the magazine of the rotary phone, leaving only one bullet inside, and let Bread Boy see it.

Then he flicked the bullet nest while it was still spinning, closed the gun with a click, and thrust the gun into Max's hand under Bread Boy's horrified eyes.

"Come on, dear Max, put this thing in his mouth now, that's it."

Under Ron's instigation, Max immediately lost his temper. Like a social girl, he put the muzzle of the gun into the mouth of the frightened Bread Boy: "What's going to happen next? Are you going to play Russian Roulette with him?"

"That's right, but it can be more fun." Ron smiled kindly and turned to look at Bread Boy: "Boy, listen to me, you want to make money, and we also want to save money, so why not do it like this? .”

"The starting bid for this box of donuts is now twenty dollars. Every time Max makes a deduction, the price will increase tenfold until it is sold at a price you are satisfied with. How about it?"

The bread boy was speechless and could only shake his head in horror.

"Don't be so resistant. You have six chances to increase the price. If you guess all of them correctly, you can leave here with two hundred percent. This money is enough to keep you worry-free about marijuana for the rest of your life."

Ron said the most frightening things in the kindest tone.

Was Ron targeting him?

of course!

Ron could smell the strong smell of marijuana from the moment Bread Boy entered the door. This kid was definitely a drug addict, and drug addicts couldn't be considered human beings at all. What's more, he dared to tease his wife just now. Ron must give him a lesson.

Caroline looked worried, but she knew that Ron had always been measured, so she didn't stop him, but she didn't understand why Max went crazy.

Not only did Max not stop Ron, but he urged excitedly: "What are you waiting for? Ron, start starting~"

"OK~" Ron imitated the auctioneer's tone: "A box of croissant donuts, starting price is 20 US dollars, start now!"

"Click~" Ron pulled the trigger, but missed.

"Congratulations, sir. Now the price of your donuts has increased to 200 US dollars. Are you willing to play again?" In order to make it easier for him to speak, Ron deliberately took the gun out of his mouth. Immediately, the bread boy said There was a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"No! I sell! I sell now!"

Breadboy dropped the donuts, took the money, and ran away. After he ran away, Ron reopened the pistol cylinder, and there was no bullet in it.