Daily life of an American TV drama agent

In the Williamsburg restaurant, there were gasps from the employee locker room, which made Caroline standing at the door look embarrassed, but she just paused and knocked on the door resolutely.

After all, the men inside are half as good as me. What are you afraid of?

"Ron! The person you were waiting for is here."

"OK, baby, wait a minute, right away." Then, Max gave a high-pitched cry, and Ron and Max went out disheveled.

"The rest time is over." Max fastened the buttons on his chest with satisfaction, covering up a large area of ​​beauty, and Ron nodded apologetically.

"Sorry to keep you waiting,"

"I didn't wait long, that person was waiting for you," Caroline bit her lip: "I have something to tell you after you finish talking later."

"No problem, let me deal with the young man from England first. Where is he?"

Caroline pointed him to a seat. On the booth, a bearded man who looked a little decadent was sitting there in a daze. Ron sat down in front of him just now, and the other man suddenly said in a confused manner: " Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's just for Mycroft's sake."

Ron accepted the other party's gratitude openly. Earlier today, Mycroft called and hoped that he could bail someone out for him. One of his distant cousins ​​was arrested for taking drugs. Ron directly I left the matter to Hank and now I met him for the first time.

"Are you a soldier? Or an agent?" The man opposite did not directly answer Ron's words, but asked another confused question.

"Agent, okay, are all the Holmes family like this? Whenever you see someone, you can't help but reason about him. Oh my God, your name is Sherlock too. Do everyone in your family like to be called this name so much? ?Hope you're not as annoying as your other cousin with the same name in London."

Ron looked through the bail information and was a little surprised when he saw the name.

"I think the guy you're talking about is the boy with the long face. His father is my uncle. By the way, I don't like him either." Sherlock shrugged.

"Formally introduce yourself, Sherlock Holmes. If you have any interesting cases, you are welcome to come to me. I used to work as a consultant at Scotland Yard and am planning to return to my old career in Los Angeles. If Mycroft still asks you to help me If you find Kang Jie to accompany you, you can save money."

Sherlock entered the hospital because of drug abuse. According to Mycroft, his father was very unhappy about this and planned to get him to completely quit drugs, so he entrusted him to help arrange a rehabilitation escort for him.

The main job of Kang Ji's escort is to keep an eye on Sherlock and make him never touch drugs again. It sounds very high-level, but in fact, it is almost the same as a higher-level caregiver.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid it's not your decision. Mycroft told me that if you refuse Kang Jie's escort, then let me send you back to prison."

Sherlock scratched his hair in discomfort: "Oh my god! I just can't stand the constant supervision in the UK. I also heard that the United States has looser control in this regard. Are you going to follow China's example in terms of anti-drug control?"

"Of course it's impossible. Even if the ordinary people are willing, the medical capitalists are not willing. They can only make money from painkillers~" Ron said sarcastically: "Under normal circumstances, if you secretly smoke at home, it will be difficult for the police to catch you. If you find something, you usually don't care, but if you insist on going to the DEA door to smoke, you'll be damned if they don't arrest you."

"Okay, then I only have one condition..."

"I know, escort Kang Jie arranged for you to be a handsome lame man, right? I understand~" Ron winked at Sherlock with an expression that said you don't need to tell me that I understand everything.

Sherlock's expression felt as if he had eaten a fly: "No, I am different from the boy with the long face. My orientation is very normal. Please arrange for me to be a woman, thank you."

"OK, no problem. Is there anything else? Mycroft said, let me take care of you." Ron asked very solicitously.

The reason is of course not that his taste has changed. There is only one way to persuade Ron to show his attentiveness to another man, and that is money. Ron didn't want to agree, but the other man gave him too much.

Don't think that Ron has been promoted to the ranks of the rich just because he can serve as the head of a department of the IRS. In fact, although there is a lot that can be intercepted from tax recovery, don't forget that Ron also has a group of lovely people. Men, these men also cost money.

Based on the skills of his men, their salaries have always been at the top level in the industry. This salary expenditure alone accounts for a large part of the special operations team, followed by the rent of the base, maintenance costs of shooting ranges and other facilities, case handling expenses, and The biggest expense:

Equipment research funding!

That's why Ron kept soliciting business at the IRS annual meeting just for a little extra income.

"Of course, I hope I can get a job as a consultant for the Los Angeles Police Department. I only work and don't receive any money." Sherlock said calmly.

Listen, what kind of enlightenment is this?

While workers are still complaining about overtime and wages, some people actually bring their own dry food and take the initiative to work for free. What kind of spirit is this?

Ron wanted to drag Sherlock to his vampire-like men right now and let them take a good look at it, and seriously learn Sherlock's habit of bringing his own dry food.

"It's no problem, it's all on me. Can I know the reason why you did this? What kind of spirit supports you to do this?" Ron said, having already taken out his small notebook, intending to write it down and give it to his subordinates. For brainwashing.

"This is just a way for me to detoxify. I have to give my brain something to do, otherwise I will go crazy. If there are enough interesting cases to keep my brain busy, I will definitely not touch that thing again. I think This answer will definitely make you earn more, right?”

"Of course, do you want to have a drink with me? Let's talk about your consulting work." Ron raised his eyebrows. When Mycroft relayed Sherlock's father's request, of course he included a drug rehabilitation clause, so Sherlock If he successfully detoxifies under Ron's care, he would not mind giving Ron a British castle.

The Holmes family is a long-established British aristocracy. This kind of castle is not a cheating castle that sells for one dollar online and requires you to spend countless money to maintain it. It is a modern castle that has been renovated and can be occupied at any time.

So Mycroft said that several castles owned by the Holmes family, even by the British royal family, would often be borrowed for banquets.

"OK." Sherlock stood up and put on his coat.

But Caroline stopped in front of the two of them: "Wait, Ron, I have something else to tell you."