Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Arcadia is a small city in northern California, about 20 kilometers away from Los Angeles. It is probably one of the satellite cities of Los Angeles, like Pasadena.

The most famous place here is the Santa Anita Park Racecourse, the most famous horse racing resort in Los Angeles. Since 1934, various expensive high-tech electronic instruments have been introduced successively, making the Santa Anita Park Racecourse The park is considered a daily pilgrimage by thousands of moms in California during the horse racing season.

But Ron is definitely not included among these people.

Ron originally rejected this kind of gambling in his heart, but he really couldn't handle Caroline's coercion. In order to get Ron to agree, Caroline really used all kinds of tricks.

We even played with Max and had a sandwich cookie.

Don't ask if this biscuit is serious or not, just ask if it's Super Oreo. Whoever eats it will know.

"Max, look, this is the Jockey Club! We are high up on the track, and the horses are forced to run into the gates on the track. It's so exciting! Ta-ta-ta-ta..."

After returning to a familiar place, Caroline even played the trumpet happily.

"WOW, WOW, WOW, we have only been here for less than a minute, and we are playing the trumpet a little faster. We don't have to work as hard as yesterday," Max complained mercilessly: "To be honest, I almost didn't recognize you yesterday. , who said last time that he would never play with me and Ron? Yesterday, that person really opened my eyes. Among those women walking around in scantily clad clothes, none of them can compare to you. So charming yesterday.”

"Max!" Caroline glared at Max angrily: "Isn't it because of your small apartment that I did this?"

"No, it's just for you and Su Bao..." Max's eyes suddenly widened in the middle of his words, and he pushed Caroline hard: "Oh my God, there are so many delicious food here! Then This big lobster is as long as my arm!"

Forgive Max's surprise, it's not her fault. It's really because since she was born, except for a few luxurious dinners with Ron, she has never seen such a luxurious seafood dinner.

"Hi, you two, I just said hello to someone else. I know the boss here and we have a very good relationship, so we can just go to the VIP seats in front."

Ron returned to the two of them, hugged their shoulders and sat down at the VIP table. Others looked at Ron hugging him with envy, but the object of envy among the girls was Caroline and Max both.

Because most of them come here with the old man, and young and handsome rich people like Ron are always the main targets of these money-worshiping girls. If Ron hooks his fingers here, he can be on his bed in minutes. Form a football team's lineup.

"Thank you for bringing us here. It feels great to be back at the racecourse. After all, horse racing is the game of kings. This reminds me of the days when I used to come to the racecourse with my father."

As if proclaiming her sovereignty, Caroline kissed Ron gently on the face, eliciting secret curses from countless other female Beachcombers.

"Actually, I don't want to come. I always feel that gambling is not a reliable way to make money. Max, what do you think?"

"Well...actually what interests me more is those king crab legs outside. Is this a buffet, or will a waiter drag me away later?"

"You can eat as much as you like, but I suggest you don't eat so much and save some space. We can go after the horse racing..."

Before Ron finished speaking, Max cheered, ran to the buffet, picked up a large plate, and started loading.

"Caroline, do you want two or three?" Max raised a big lobster and asked Caroline. Caroline was so embarrassed that she almost dug out a three-bedroom and one-living house with her toes on the ground. He could only pretend not to know Max and continue chatting with Ron.

"Which horse are you going to bet on? I'm betting on this horse with a ruffled skirt. He's got a great sprint, he's a pound lighter at the jockey's weigh-in, and he's 7/ He finished second in the 8-mile race, and this time it was only 6/8 of a mile.”

"It's up to you, as long as you're happy." Ron nodded.

In fact, when he just went to chat with his "old acquaintance", he already roughly knew the winners and losers of all today's games.

Don’t think that gambling is all about luck. This is the most ridiculous statement in the world. In fact, all casinos in the world are the same. The outcome has been determined from the beginning. That is, only the banker can make money. You can The only thing that determines is how much you lose.

Take this horse racing sound as an example. The bookmaker had released some news in advance to subtly influence the gamblers. Just like the news that Caroline just mentioned, it was deliberately spread by the bookmaker.

The purpose is to allow people to win a little sweetness and have a feeling of winning. Once you become addicted to this feeling, you will become more and more unable to stop, and the more you gamble, the more you gamble, until you lose all your money.

You know, casinos can spread correct information, and they can also spread misleading "truths", sometimes even without these, as long as the odds are calculated before each horse race, and the referee gives the jockey a wink.

The result of the game will immediately follow the bookmakers' ideas.

Of course, Ron understood the twists and turns involved, but he wanted to teach Caroline an unforgettable lesson today to get her to quit this unrealistic fantasy, so he didn't remind her out loud.

But what he didn't expect was that Caroline made the right choice in the first game. He chose to sit on the sidelines and observe Caroline's subsequent performance before making any plans.

"Max, what about you, do you want to choose a horse to bet on?"

"No, I'm not interested in this. Otherwise, we can go out after eating." Max broke off the king crab's legs with a click and took a big bite of the crab meat: "Oh my God, this tastes really good. ! Ron, what did you want me to say just now? I meant before I went over."

"No, it's nothing. If you like it, eat more." Ron shook his head, lovingly helped her pick out the crab meat and fed it to her mouth. Max was stunned.

This action was too Mary Sue for him.

Max hurriedly dodged Ron's feeding hand: "No, no, no, Ron, you can just eat your own food. I can peel it myself. Do you want me to help you get some?"

Caroline couldn't stand it anymore and gave Max a hard push: "Max, where's the money?"

"Hey! Don't do anything stupid! Forget it, never mind~" Max originally wanted to persuade him again, but when he saw that Ron was also there, he simply took out the money from his chest and slapped it on Caroline's hand. It was their store opening fund, and then they continued to eat her seafood dinner.

While talking, Max had already destroyed four crab legs, two lobsters and an entire octopus.

"Wait, I'm going to place my bet now!" Caroline jumped excitedly and ran towards the counter. Even though she was wearing high heels, she still ran very fast. She immediately ran back with the lottery ticket.

"How's it going? Do you want some more? What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you?" Ron asked with concern when he saw Max stop eating.

"I just finished eating all the characters from 'Finding Nemo.' I'm not a pervert, I just feel like if I don't take a break, the clown fish is going to swim out."

Max touched his slightly bulging belly and said with satisfaction, while Caroline didn't touch anything and just stared blankly at the TV screen on the table, which just broadcast the game she placed a bet on.

"Look!" Caroline pointed at the screen: "That's because our horse's skirt is messed up. He is ahead! Run! Run!"

Caroline kept shouting and was so excited that she wished she could replace the poor jockey on the horse and sprint towards the finish line. Finally, the horse with the strange name was the first to cross the finish line.

The final announcement came from the TV: "The winner is, her skirt is messed up!"

"Yeah! We won!" The two girls hugged each other excitedly: "Are we finally going to be winners? I don't know how to be a winner. I don't even know where to put my hands."

"Girls, here, the money you just won is six big bills~" Ron had just exchanged the horse tickets for money. The odds of this horse were 3 to 1. Caroline bet 200 US dollars and now received 600. .

"Look, we just had 200 US dollars, and now we have 600. More spare money!" Caroline excitedly counted the money again and couldn't help but blow the trumpet again: "Da da da..."

"Leon, this is your hard-earned money~" Max was in a good mood, and he handed the waiter who came to take the plate a $100 tip very generously, which actually shocked the waiter.

"Really?! 100 US dollars? That much?"

"Of course, before I became rich, I was also a waiter. Besides, when I finish another plate of seafood, I'm afraid you will have to carry me to the parking lot."

Max raised his chin with an arrogant expression, but Ron didn't find it annoying, instead he found it a bit cute.

How much money do you make? I already feel that I have made a fortune, she is such a lovely woman.

However, this is the scary thing about gambling, that is, the distorted view of money that comes with money that is too easy to obtain: taking casual squandering as a matter of course, and no longer looking down on what is earned through hard work. Small money.

The waiter looked at Ron. A waiter who hangs out in a place like this would of course be able to tell at a glance who is the one who can really speak to this group of people. Ron smiled and nodded: "Take what I gave you." , you’re welcome, Max, Caroline, how about we go somewhere else to play now?”

"No, this is just the beginning." Caroline shook her head.

Max was puzzled: "Why don't you leave? We have already made money."

"Max, think about it, if we wait and bet at odds of three to one, guess how much money we can make?"

"You don't need to guess at all. It's just basic multiplication. If you don't count the $100 that Max just gave away, you still have $500 in hand. If you win again, it will become $1,500 in no time."

"Yes, that's it. Look, I have done a lot of research on the horse called 'Dress' in the next race. He has the same noble bloodline as Su Bao, so the winner of the next race will definitely be him. This Just like the sun will rise tomorrow, it’s natural.”

"But the weather forecast said it will be cloudy tomorrow." Ron felt that Caroline was really getting a little carried away, so he took out his mobile phone and poured cold water on her, but this did not calm him down.

"This has nothing to do with the weather, Max, bring the money and let me do magic again and double the money!" Caroline said dancing, like many other gamblers in this hall.

"Hey, we worked so hard serving junk food to customers to earn so much money, and now you're actually addicted to gambling?" Max frowned and looked at Ron: "Can't you control her?"

But Ron just shrugged: "You can resolve your matters through discussion."

"Don't worry, I'm definitely not addicted. Where's your money?" Caroline began to touch Max: "Believe me, this time it will be the same as last time. It's 100% sure."

"OK, it's all for you." Max struggled and threw the money on the table that he had just received but hadn't warmed up yet.

"This is the last time. I promise I will never do this again." Caroline swore with money, but her tone was not convincing at all.

"Caroline, my uncle Hank said that too."

"No, what I'm saying is, I'll never ask you for money again, because we're going to be prosperous soon!"

"That's what Uncle Hank said to his wife."

"I promise that as long as I win enough rent money, I will never gamble again."

"You haven't seen the files on my Uncle Hank's case, have you? What you are saying now is exactly the same as what he said..."

"Wait a minute, the game is about to start. I won't tell you anymore. Goodbye." Caroline turned anxiously, danced like crazy, and walked towards the counter again.

"Ron, you really don't care about her?"

"No," Ron said, handing Max a horse ticket: "Here's this for you, keep it. The winner of the next race will be this 'Uncle Has Cannon'. You know, these wins and losses have been arranged early in the morning." Yes, the next show is 'Show You the Goldfish', I just want to teach her a profound lesson, you know, Caroline will never have a long memory if she doesn't suffer a loss once."

This was the result of his chat with his "acquaintance" just now. Under Ron's cordial conversation, the other person told Ron very "happily" about today's championship arrangements and promised not to change the results after he left. I beg Ron to be noble and not win more than 10,000 US dollars, otherwise he will not be able to explain to higher-ups.

Ron readily agreed to this and helped him pull the chair legs out of his delicate anus, giving him another "pleasure".

So Ron is the real winner.

"Ron, you are so bad!" Max smiled charmingly: "But I like it."