Daily life of an American TV drama agent

There is no sympathy for the drug dealer, Ron, or the senior officials behind him. These people deserve to go to hell!

But before they go to hell, squeezing out the last trace of residual value from them is what a qualified capitalist or politician should do. This is what Francis told Ron, and Ron deeply believed it.

With this thought in mind, Ron drove the car to the entrance of a dilapidated small bar. This was the shop where Hector frequented most. After Toretto left, Hector was responsible for all the repairs and maintenance of Ron's car. But as soon as he arrived at the door, Ron saw two sneaky familiar figures.

"Howard, Rajesh, what are you doing?!"

After experiencing so many lives and deaths, Ron thought nothing could surprise him, but when he saw the two men dressed up, he still screamed in surprise.

Not only were the two of them wearing deep eye shadow, but their hair was messed up, as if they hadn't been washed for a few days. What was even more amazing was that their arms were covered with tattoos. Ron didn't understand Indian culture, but he Knowing that Jewish law seems to be against tattoos, Howard must be crazy, right?

His mother will definitely kick him out of her house.

Howard ignored Ron's surprised gaze and greeted him familiarly: "Hi, Ron, why are you here? Are you also a 'people of the night'?"

"What the hell are 'people of the night'?" Ron was confused: "But you two are like this, aren't you afraid of being spanked by your mother when you go home?"

Howard's face turned red: "I'm an adult, so I won't get spanked!"

Rajesh decisively broke the argument: "I think someone who is still eating Fruit Cheerios in his twenties should not be called an adult, especially when he eats Fruit Cheerios and his mother picks out the fruits he doesn't like. come out."

Ron turned to look at the innocent-looking Indian: "I can understand Howard coming to pick up girls, but what are you doing here, Rajesh? You can't even talk to women properly."

"Actually, you can now, provided you have some alcoholic beverages."

Rajesh looked proud when he talked about this, as if he had achieved some great achievement. Ron vaguely remembered that he had this complex when Rajesh's parents arranged a blind date for him.

"Well, it seems that I have missed a lot of interesting things during these busy days. You can tell me about it when you have time. However, tattoos really don't look like your style."

Howard proudly tugged on the tattooed arm, and the tattoo was pulled up like a stocking. It turned out to be fake.

"Look, this is called a tattoo sleeve. I bought it online. When I put it on, I am a son of the night, a lost boy. I can make countless goth girls crazy about it. But when I take it off, I am still a Jew who abides by the rules. La Jesh also bought one, how do you like it? Isn’t it super handsome?”

If there wasn't a gap in the ground for Ron to hide in, Ron would really like to pretend that he didn't know these two weirdos.

What tattoo sleeve? Aren't they just stockings?

"So, do you think a girl will want to sleep with you just because you wear stockings on your arms?" Ron covered his face in embarrassment, almost overcome with embarrassment.

"Of course? I also brought several pairs of spare ones, just in case the tattoo sleeves get hung up by the various rings and things that some woman wears. I can replace them. Do you want to wear a pair too?"

"Do you think I still need this thing to pick up girls?" Ron looked at the stockings handed over by Howard in surprise.

"Well, you really don't need it." Howard took back his stockings and began to carefully look at the women in the bar, looking for possible prey.

Ron was drinking beer absentmindedly. He just received a text message from Hector. He had something to do today and he just asked Ron to give the car keys to the bartender. This meant that he might have to take a taxi tonight or take the two-way bus. Go home in a crappy car.

"Hey! Ron! Look over there, there are two pretty girls there!"

Howard suddenly excitedly slapped Ron on the shoulder. Ron slapped away the dog's paw on his shoulder and said without looking back, "Are you kidding? There are so many middle-schoolers and middle-schoolers in this world." How decent a girl can be in a bar with a pale and weak-looking guy?"

"Really, I'm not going to lie to you, Rajesh can testify!" After hearing Howard's words, Rajesh was so excited that he nodded his head.

"Believe me, Ron, one of them is blond and sweet-looking, with long legs that all men dream of, and the other is sexy and unrestrained, with an explosive figure, OMG! It's really going to explode. I just saw her and The first button of my clothes burst out from the force of those big breasts!"

Howard's excited tone reminded Ron of the chickens raised by another idiot neighbor, Billy, when he was a kid. The rooster looked triumphant after crowing every day, just like the sun appeared because of his call.

However, Howard's words successfully aroused Ron's interest. If the business couldn't be done today, it would be a good choice to hunt for a beauty. Just think of it as relaxing. The pair he described sounded a bit familiar, and Ron knew him. Such a pair of best friends.

Ron turned around and just took a look, then turned around quickly, trying his best to stoop so as not to be discovered.

Sure enough, Los Angeles is really small, and they really are the best friends I know, Caroline and Max.

Howard was so dumbfounded that he didn't even notice the glistening drool hanging from the corner of his mouth: "Oh my God, it's so beautiful. If I could sleep with any of them for one night, I would rather be a vegetarian for the rest of my life, lol Did Jesh see that big-breasted girl?"

Seeing Howard's unpromising look, Ron sneered: "If your family has a good appetite, believe me."

"No, do you know that girl? Then I might as well choose the girl with long legs. Ron, my dear friend, can you please take us to meet her? By the way, introduce us to her?"

Howard finally heard that Ron's tone was unkind, his eyes rolled, and he had another idea. He actually wanted to use Ron as his tool to pick up girls.

"I'm sorry, the other one is actually mine, or in other words, I knew her earlier than the big-breasted girl."