Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Sol was really efficient in his work, and when he settled on all the store locations requested by Ron in just one day, Ron was still sleeping with Caroline in his arms.

As a man who has worked hard all night, it is really normal to sleep until ten o'clock in the morning.

Just when Ron hung up the phone from Sol and was about to go back to sleep or do other unnecessary things, his phone rang again and he looked at the contact. It was also a woman that Ron couldn't refuse.

For the first time, Ron felt that the romantic debt he owed seemed to be a bit too much.

"What's the matter? Fiona." Ron put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

"Ron, can you go to school for me? Carl caused trouble again at school. He beat up his classmate. The school asked to invite parents, but my dad hasn't been found yet. You know, I Not even sure if he’s sucked to death outside now.”

Fiona's voice sounded full of exhaustion, and Ron couldn't help but feel sorry for this girl who wanted to share some of her burdens with her, but no matter what, she refused to accept Ron's money or the decent job that Ron offered him. .

The reason was that he wanted to keep his whole self in front of Ron, what a cute and innocent reason.

So Ron had no choice but to use Uncle Fried Chicken to arrange for her bastard father, who only knew how to cause trouble all day long, to work in a plantation.

There is a 10-hour work system and no salary, but he is guaranteed to have enough food for every meal. If he can get rid of his drug addiction there, he may be able to live a few more years.

Ron felt that this was the right thing to do to the old scumbag.

"I guess you must still be working now, right? Where are you now? McDonald's or KFC? I told you a long time ago that you should quit that job. I can introduce you to a better job that is not tiring. , and earn more.”

"No, I'm just frying chicken brothers." Fiona said happily: "Don't worry, I will stop working after this month. At least let me get this month's salary."

When did Fiona get involved with Uncle Fried Chicken? Ron felt that this might not be a good idea, but after thinking about it, Uncle Fried Chicken also had some serious business on his hands, so he simply gave up the idea of ​​persuading her to change jobs immediately.

"Okay, where is the school? I'll go there now." Ron thought that there was nothing to do now, so he simply agreed.

"Really? It's great that you can go. You don't know, Carl has always admired you like an idol. His previous dream was to become a policeman, but since he met you, his dream now is to become a policeman like you. The same agents..."

In less than an hour, Ron appeared at the gate of the school where Carl went to school. This is a public school, famous for its low tuition and relatively good teaching quality. Although it cannot be compared with private schools, it can definitely be counted among public schools. Get to the front.

Ron explained his purpose and was invited into the principal's office without any suspicion. In this room, there were already four bruised and swollen children and their parents.

What surprised Ron was that he actually ran into someone he knew.

"Tucker, I didn't expect you to be here. Is this your child? Where is he injured?"

Ron lowered his head, and a little guy behind Tucker who was slightly shorter than his age caught his attention. This kid was not particularly injured like other children.

"Here." Tucker lifted the little guy's bangs, and there was an obvious bruise on his forehead: "Well, actually, his injury was not intentional by Carl. There was no conflict between him and the two parties involved in the fight. It was just... Got knocked down in the chaos.”

"Hey, I said you should teach him something if you have the chance." Ron frowned. He could see that Carl was probably being targeted by someone else, because the principal had settled the account of such an innocent person. Carl's head.

But this should actually be the fault of both parties, but the principal didn't mention it.

"Allow me to interrupt the politeness between you. Maybe you should sit back in your seat first. We didn't call you here today to catch up on old times, Mr. Gallagher!"

The female principal, whose face was as dark as a black man's, but whose race was clearly Caucasian, led Karl into the principal's office. He was directly opposite the round table and next to the window, facing all the other children and parents.

If Ron still doesn't understand what she means, then his years as an agent will really be in vain.

Ron did not correct the principal's misnomer about his surname. Instead, he pulled Karl to his side and sat in the seat indicated by the principal. He wanted to see what tricks these people were trying to play.

"I'll be honest, your son Carl's behavior is the worst I have ever seen in this school, and I have been teaching at this school for a long time."

"Should I call you dad now?" Carl secretly poked Ron and whispered.

Ron rolled his eyes: "Stand still!"

Then continue to listen to what the principal plans to say.

"He intimidated these students, causing them to complain to me in fear. School should not be a temple of terror, it should be a temple of learning. How can children study in a scary place?"

"Of course not!" echoed the parent of a black child.

"She's asking me, idiot." Ron glared at him, and the other person immediately shut up. Carl secretly gave him a thumbs up under the table.

"There is only one way to make Karl realize his mistakes, and that is to make him face the mistakes he made and apologize for what he did."

The headmistress made the final decision, and Ron knew that this was going to be final. The other parents and children looked elated, as if they had achieved some great victory.

Ron crossed his arms and looked around. Except for the little guy from the Tucker family, every other child looked stronger than Carl.

Ron didn't know how Carl won the battle, but he believed in one thing, that is, under normal circumstances, no one would attack someone who was several times more powerful than themselves when they were at an absolute disadvantage. provocative.

He felt that there must be a hidden reason for this fight between the children. Considering the unwillingness in Carl's eyes when he walked in just now, and the inability to hide the happy expressions among several children, Ron already had an idea in his mind.

Ron put his arms on the table very rudely: "So, what do you want me to do?"

"He should apologize to every child here, honestly and sincerely..."

It was the black parent who had just interrupted again. Ron interrupted him rudely: "Don't be pretentious. Bullying is an important part of the school ecosystem. It teaches these little devils how to stand up from difficulties."

"The outside world is very cruel. Bullying is to inoculate them. You little brats, you should learn to stay away from my son. You should learn something if someone punches you in the face." .”

"I guarantee that when your son is thirty, he will be surrounded by hot girls. But before my son is thirty, he will wear prison uniform and pick up rags on the roadside..."

The more Ron spoke, the darker the faces of the surrounding parents became. They almost had plans to forgive Karl, but under the table, Karl had already clenched his fists.

The Tucker child opened his mouth and hesitated, but was immediately glared at by a big child and lowered his head.

Ron could see that this was a kind-hearted child, but he was just not strong enough. Maybe Tucker should strengthen his education in this area in the future. At the very least, he should make this child more confident.

Seeing everyone relax, a mocking smile appeared on Ron's face: "Do you think I would say that? What a bunch of childish people!"

"Mr. Gallagher, we called you here today to ask for your attitude. Otherwise, you know, I have the power to suspend Carl at any time!" The headmistress was trembling with anger at Ron's change of subject.

In front of him, old man Ron leaned on the back of the chair: "Please, don't you idiots have eyes? Can't you open your assholes and take a look? All children, stand up!"

Ron suddenly yelled unexpectedly. All the children were startled and jumped up. Ron stood up with satisfaction and pushed Tucker's son down first: "You don't have to." "Look, you all Show me!" Ron slammed the table and said, "My son Carl is almost the smallest of all the children who fight!"

"So what?" the black parent beeped in a low voice. Ron finally figured it out. Among these people, this guy was definitely the one in charge.

Perhaps it was because he knew about the embarrassing situation of the Gallagher family and felt confident that he joined other parents to put pressure on the school, leading to the current situation.

"Stand up!" Ron slapped him in front of the black parents. His body was scarred by war, and his murderous aura was almost solidified. The black parents were almost scared to death, and they immediately stood up and let Ron At the mercy of grace.

Ron stood in front of the black parent. He was almost a head taller than him, and his muscles were incomparably stronger. This was all thanks to Ron's insistence on exercising no matter how tired he was, as long as he had no tasks.

Ron was condescending, looking down at the trembling black parents: "Look, I am taller and stronger than you now. Do you have the urge to do something to me?"

The black parents took a step back silently, afraid to speak.

As if Ron wasn't satisfied enough, he pushed the black parent hard on the chest. "Look, I'm bullying you now. Why don't you fight back? Fight back, you bastard!" Ron's sudden outburst shocked the principal and other parents.

They sat dumbly in their seats, especially the other parents who had joined forces with the black parents, their heads lowered like quails, for fear of meeting Ron's fierce eyes.

"Fight back, bastard!" Ron pushed again, and the black parent almost collapsed from him: "Say! Why don't you fight back?!"

"I don't dare, I can't beat you!" The black parent was forced to the wall and could only shout desperately, trying to get Ron to let him go. He was now full of regret.

Didn't it mean that there were no adults in Karl's little bastard's family, only a group of children? Where did this ruthless character come from? !

Ron held the black parent by his collar, threw him back on his seat, and faced everyone: "Look, look!"

"Even this idiot knows not to fight with people who are stronger than you, otherwise you will only be injured!" Ron pulled up Carl: "So, why do you think that my son will fight against several rivals alone?" His taller, stronger big kid shot?

And consider this behavior a kind of bullying? "

Everyone was silent, and the expression on the headmistress's face was very exciting. However, Ron was in no mood to pay attention to this evil woman and continued to pursue the victory.

"Why aren't you talking? Tell me?" Ron walked around the field. Every time he walked behind someone, that person couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart.

"Tell me, for what reason would a child take the initiative to attack several children who are taller and stronger than him at the same time, and bully a group of people by himself? Oh my God, who can tell me how he did it? ?”

Tucker had folded his arms and watched the show from the beginning. This conflict had nothing to do with him, but at this moment, his thoughts were the same as everyone else's, which was:

Of course you can do it just like you! asshole! Aren't you bullying a group of people by yourself now?

"Sorry, Mr. Gallagher," the headmistress softened her tone and tried to smooth things over. Her position changed so quickly that even Italy during World War II called her an expert:

"I think there may be some misunderstandings, and I did not notice these details in my previous work. I am willing to re-investigate the matter and give you a reasonable explanation."

Carl raised his head, and at this moment Ron's image in his eyes was sublimated again, as if coated with a layer of golden glory!

He originally thought that today he would inevitably bow his head and apologize to those people again, and then settle the matter. It had been like this several times in the past. He had long been accustomed to it, and he never thought that one day justice would be served.

And this person is also his idol! Carl felt his admiration for Ron deepened.

"Misunderstanding?" Ron continued to mock in a sarcastic tone: "Because of a misunderstanding, you can let a group of children bully a child and then use public power to harm him a second time?"

"Ma'am, I think you have probably reached the bottom line of the law. Maybe my lawyer should know how to prosecute you."

lawyer? Come on? When can the Gallagher family afford a lawyer with their little money? Such a sentence emerged in everyone's mind at the same time, but no one dared to say it out loud due to Ron's momentum.

But when someone thought this way and began to secretly look at Ron's clothes, they realized that neither the handmade suit on his body nor the Rolex watch on his wrist were affordable for ordinary people!

It can be said that Ron can buy one of them if he picks it up!

The female principal was really frightened. She had met big shots and knew that she could not afford to offend such people: "Don't call a lawyer! Please, please give me another chance. I promise to give it to you." An answer that satisfies you?"

"Oh? Really?" Ron returned to his seat, holding his chest and looking like he was interrogating several prisoners by himself: "I happen to be not busy today, so I'm just sitting here, waiting for your answer."