Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Isn't this not good? What's the difference between it and a robbery?" Ron saw the confusion on most of the tax officials' faces.

Ron shook his head helplessly. These colleagues are still too reserved, or in other words, they are still too shameless. Really, those big capitalists have no shame, and you are still tangled here~

"Is this an obvious robbery? Then what are the methods of these big capitalists?" Ron sneered and added another fire: "Don't forget, they didn't pay taxes in the first place. If they don't pay taxes, they will follow you. What's the difference between stealing money from your pocket? But don't forget, they are the richest people in the United States. Think about it, what kind of life will you live if you can receive taxes from them?"

Ron's tone was full of temptation: "I have two yachts in Los Angeles. One is used to entertain guests and subordinates, and the other is specially used to take beauties out. Every time I go to sea, I will take at least six beauties with me. We will In the cabin, in the wheelhouse, and sometimes even on the deck, many of them are college students. Do you know? College life is good now~"

Ron didn't speak too clearly, but the people sitting here were all old perverts, and they all understood. Ron even heard the sound of swallowing. Ron glanced away, almost attracted by his words. They are all the people in charge of major cities.

Unlike those in charge in small cities or simply in the countryside, their tax collection is no less difficult than in Los Angeles, where Ron is responsible, but they don't have Ron's means.

Although the tax officer is a high-income profession, the high income is only the average income. Just like the average income between any person in Xiangjiang and Li Paopao, your average income is good, but the question is, can you spend Li Paopao's money?

What a joke~

Therefore, in fact, those tax officials who cannot collect taxes in big cities are real poor people. Some even give their own money to pay the wages of their subordinates. When they heard the pie that Ron drew, their eyes turned green. Like a hungry wolf that has been hungry for days and nights.

"But what should we do if we don't have such a strong criminal master? We can't let my men go out and rob them personally, right?" Tom from New York District said worriedly. Ron's method is good, but not everyone All applicable.

For example, some people don't even have decent white gloves on their hands.

Well, let alone white gloves, some of the poorer people in charge can't even get a decent weapon on their hands, let alone lead this team to compete with the well-equipped bodyguards of the rich?

Don't Ron know?

Of course he knows. Not only does he know, but he even knows exactly what kind of personnel the heads of each major city have.

Do you think Ron is just talking about these things to give advice to his colleagues or to show off? That would be too superficial~

Of course Ron had his own plan, or in other words, he had laid so much groundwork just to elicit Tom's words. Upon hearing this, Ron was overjoyed, but he still pretended to be calm:

"Is that so? It's indeed a bit troublesome. How about I introduce some friends I know to you? If you can provide some help to my friends within your own sphere of influence, I think they will be happy to help you. .”

"Really? That's great. I already knew that Ron is the best brother!"

Tom was overjoyed when he heard this, but when he was happy, others were not happy. Other colleagues shouted unbalancedly:

"Ron, we are also good brothers, you should also help me."

"Did you forget that I lent you money when I was in school? We go out to pick up girls together every day."

"What's the point of picking up girls together? Ron and we went to the battlefield together. I took a bullet for you. Ron, you have to help your good brother..."

For a moment, the place around Ron was as noisy as a vegetable market.

Ron could only wave his hands helplessly: "Quiet, guys, Quiet, come one by one, we are all good brothers, so as long as you can find something useful, you can tell me, I am very willing to let my friends Go help you."

"Really? But can your friend Toretto come here? We have so many places. In this case, do we have to sort out the order first? Wait! I am the first in line. I came up with this idea first. Yes, I’m the first in line!”

"I'm second."

"I'm third."

…

The little clever guy's answer immediately caused everyone to rush for the "rental rights" of Ron's friend Toretto. Toretto himself probably never imagined that besides gay bars, there are other places where he could be snatched up by a group of big men like this. .

"Calm down, guys, I promise you, everyone has a share," Ron was being pulled around by several hands. He had no choice but to stand on the table to calm everyone down: "My I have many friends, and Toretto isn’t the only one. My accountant’s brother also has his own killer company. In addition, brothers Deckard Shaw and Owen Shaw and other high-quality criminal masters such as Franklin, everyone. , our Los Santos is a crime capital, no matter what we lack, there will be no shortage of criminals, as long as you are willing, I can help you contact and introduce them at any time."

Ron's very attentive introduction finally aroused the wariness of many colleagues. They had not known each other for a day or two. Some of them graduated from the secret service school together with Ron, and some even went to the battlefield with Ron.

Others don't know Ron's character, but they are too familiar with it. How could he be so kind?

"Wait a minute, Ron, don't you have some conspiracy? Are you planning to collect agency fees from us?" A colleague asked suspiciously. After hearing this, the other colleagues who were originally surrounding Ron like a hungry tiger immediately rushed to eat. They spread out and looked at Ron with a scrutinizing gaze again.

With this guy’s personality of plucking his hair in the past, it’s entirely possible for him to do something like this!

Ron sneered and glanced at everyone with righteous indignation: "Agency fee? Are you looking down on me too much? This is who I, Ron, are in your eyes?!"

No one spoke, but their eyes all revealed that, yes, that's right, you are such a person. As expected, everyone has been tricked by him.

"Ahem..." Ron quickly coughed to cover up his embarrassment: "There may have been some misunderstandings between us in the past, but believe me, I am really not the kind of person you think I am."

Stare~

Ron was finally defeated in the eyes of everyone: "Well, at least not this time. I promise that as long as you need it, everyone I introduce to you will not charge any fees. You only need to provide them with information and information." Just some necessary protection, don’t forget, they are doing things for you.”

"Of course, don't worry, as long as your friend comes to our territory, I guarantee that neither the CIA nor the FBI can capture him on my territory, but do you really promise not to ask for a penny from us? When did you become so kind?"

"Really, in fact, I have always been like this, but you misunderstood me too deeply before." Ron said sadly.

Looking at his melancholy expression, everyone couldn't help but doubt themselves. Could it be that they had really misunderstood him all these years?

However, what they didn't know was that Ron was laughing in his heart at this moment.

Are you kidding me? How much can I charge for agency fees? If you charge too little, you won’t make money. If you charge too much, others won’t be stupid. Can’t you just find some white gloves to do it yourself? At most, it's just a major that Ron didn't introduce.

Anyway, it doesn’t cost much. If you search a few times, you will always succeed.

However, it would be different if they used people introduced by Ron.

It seems that Ron generously lent his friends to them without confiscating a penny, but don't forget that Los Angeles is different from other places. This is a place where the underground world is completely controlled by Ron. There is something special here. There is no tax anywhere, that is crime tax!

According to the rules set by Ron, at least 30% of the tax must be paid!

With other colleagues from the IRS acting as intelligence spies for Ron, the criminal teams sent out by Ron will be incredibly efficient. Every time they are dispatched, they will cause those hateful tax evaders a lot of pain. With this considerable amount of money, Comparing the income, that pitiful agency fee is just a dime?

The best thing is that the IRS in various regions will also provide them with protection. This will make criminals in Los Angeles flock to them. As long as Ron pays close attention to taxes, he can collect the money while lying down. Be soft-handed.

Thinking of this, Ron couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

"Hey guys, what are you talking about? Where is Sheldon?" After returning from Washington, Ron came to Caltech immediately, planning to see what surprises his cute little inventors planned to give him. .

It was lunch time, and three of the four scientists were sitting at the dining table, except Sheldon.

"He's going to retreat at home and think about some issues about dark matter," Howard looked at Rajesh and said with a smirk, "I invented a new game, do you want to play with me?"

Sheldon had intermittent convulsions, which was normal, so Ron didn't bother to care about him and sat down with a plate of food: "Okay, what game?"

"The name of this game is 'Emily or Xiao Guizi'. I tell you what Rajesh once said. You have to guess whether these words were said to Emily or Xiao Guizi."

Emily is Rajesh's new girlfriend. She is a dermatologist. She likes watching horror movies, which is a bit abnormal. Ron and other friends even think that if one day, she separates Rajesh. It's not surprising that he died. They still can't figure out what this woman likes about Raj, and Xiao Guizi is Raj's dog, a Yorkie.

"Okay, you can laugh if you want. I won't feel embarrassed. I have a beautiful girlfriend and a dog who loves me so much that he is willing to drink my bath water." Raj said harshly.

"I believe that if you died suddenly at home, she would love you so much that she would feed on your body." Ron mocked, "God knows whether I'm talking about Emily or Xiao Guizi."

"OK, guess who he said this to?" Howard started the game with a smirk: "'You have to know that an empty bed looks so lonely when you are not around'."

"This question is too easy, Xiaoguizi. We all know that Raj can't sleep without holding Xiaoguizi in his arms." Ron answered quickly before Leonard could speak.

"Hahaha……"

"Okay, now I'm starting to dislike this game."

Ron was still having fun: "Next question."

"Okay, Emily or Xiao Guizi: 'Look, I bought a couple's sweater for us.'"

Leonard raised his hand: "It's still Xiao Guizi! We have all received his Christmas cards, and he and his dog wear couple's costumes."

"Can a man love his woman and his dog at the same time? This is not surprising." Rajesh couldn't help but defend himself.

When Ron heard this, he quickly seized the opportunity to answer: "I know this question, Emily. I heard him say this to Emily."

"Ding ding ding~ Ron scored another point. The score on the court is now two to one, and Leonard is one point behind." Howard acted as both the question maker and the referee, having a great time: "Please listen. One question: 'You're so lucky, you have the shiniest hair/coat in the world.'"

"Tsk, this question is a bit difficult, Leonard, do you have any ideas?" Ron was confused.

"It's really hard to choose. Raj combs his girlfriend's hair and the dog's hair. Although I don't know if he uses the same comb, but... well, I choose Emily."

"Then I choose Xiao Guizi."

"The correct answer is..." Howard was about to announce the correct answer, but he didn't want Sheldon to suddenly run into the restaurant. After seeing them, or to be precise, after seeing Ron, he hurried over.

"Ron, give me money! I need research funds." Sheldon stretched out his hand in front of Ron.

Due to the need for weapons and equipment, Ron was one of Caltech's important donors and funded many of Howard's and their weapons-related research, including of course Sheldon's.

Ron frowned: "May I know what you plan to do with the money?"

"I finally thought of a way to solve the black hole information paradox once and for all. Oh my God, this method may win me the Nobel Prize! Can you fund my research? Ron." Sheldon stretched out his hand to Ron again En shook his head.

Winning the Nobel Prize is Sheldon's lifelong dream. Although Sheldon has various problems, Ron doesn't mind helping his brother. He and Leonard exchanged glances.

Leonard nodded slightly. Ron knew that this might be Sheldon's closest opportunity to the Nobel Prize. He immediately took out his checkbook: "Of course, no problem, my dear brother, how much do you plan to ask for?" ?”

"$560 million."

"Wait, what did you say?" Ron scratched his ears in disbelief.

"$560 million." Sheldon repeated the number.

"That's not what I'm talking about, it's the previous sentence."

Sheldon tilted his head and thought for a while: "'I finally thought of a way to solve the black hole information paradox. Can you fund me?' Is this what you said?"

"Yeah, that's right, and my answer is 'No.'" Roth closed the checkbook.