Daily life of an American TV drama agent

In Pasadena, in a small commercial street not far from Caltech, the sign of Max's homemade cakes is still flashing, but there are almost no customers in the store.

Well, the word "almost" is redundant, it means there are no guests at all.

The two lovely girls stared at the deportation order on the table and said sadly: "With only 46 cents, you can get rid of the huge humiliation. It's amazing!"

"Isn't that right? You have to leave after only paying three months' rent in half a year? The batting average is as high as 50%. We should be in the Hall of Fame, okay?" Max made a baseball analogy.

"Girls, I stopped by to buy a small cake to eat on the way to the gym." The wind chime rang, and the customer came in. Unfortunately, it was their acquaintance, Sophie, who came in.

Caroline asked Sophie to sit down first and went to get her her favorite flavor. However, she found that several flavors were missing from the kitchen window. She couldn't help but ask, "Max, where's the lemon meringue cake?"

"Not only that, but also the berry gummy flavor and the purple velvet cake. We have a lot left over every day. Even the promiscuous woman I gave her a small cake every night said: 'GIRL, yours Is the little cake shop going out of business?'"

"So, you would rather believe the idea of ​​a homeless man than the business plan of a Wharton graduate?" Ron walked into the store and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Oh~Caroline's Prince Charming~" Sophie's eyes were filled with peach blossoms: "It's so rude of me to look like this now, Max. I need to borrow the bathroom to touch up my makeup."

"Please," Ron said with a smile, taking the decision for Max, and picked up the expulsion letter on the table: "My girls, it looks like you are in trouble."

"No, this is not trouble. Let me tell you what I plan to do!" Caroline grabbed the expulsion letter from Ron's hand and tore it into pieces: "Look, the problem is solved!"

"Oh~ you tore up an eviction letter~ This is something my mother and I used to do together~" Max put his hand on his chest.

"Caroline, you understand, you are just delaying the problem and not really solving it. If you want to solve it, I think it is better to pay the rent." Ron took out the thick stuffed bag The thick wallet weighed on the fragments of the deportation letter: "This is how the problem should be solved."

"No, Ron, we can't spend any more of your money." Caroline picked up Ron's wallet and stuffed it back into his clothes: "To be honest, I doubt that the money in that fundraising account was all your fault. , Ron, you can't do this. At least, let me retain my last dignity.

If you continue to do this, I would rather be the mistress of the old man I rejected before. "

Caroline also graduated from the Wharton School of Business. Although this academic qualification was considered very poor for someone from a family like her, it was so poor that she could successfully graduate as long as Mr. Channing donated money to the school.

"No, I swear, that money has absolutely nothing to do with me." Ron raised his hand and swore, and it was true. Those were the money Mr. Qian Ning left to her, and Ron even earned from this money. The tax bonus was then handed over to Saul to continue operations.

Of course, Ron returned this part of the money to Sol and added it to the Caroline Entrepreneurship Fund plan.

But because Ron's higher-level audit department is checking all fund accounts, the current situation of the little cake shop is not surprising. Saul has suspended remittances to Caroline's fund-raising account for more than three months.

Of course, it's not that there is no money at all, otherwise it would be too deliberate. It's just a few sporadic payments with very small amounts, and the store's own turnover is not enough to support the store's huge expenses.

Yes, this store was too big for their business, and Caroline was eager for success and invested too much money in decoration, which spread the cost even higher. Now, it has become a difficult situation.

However, even so, it should not be forced into this situation...

Ron asked his doubts: "If I remember correctly, this place is close to several good schools. I really can't understand why the business is still like this with you two beauties in charge?

This place is full of obscene otakus. Even if they just want to sit in the store and look at you more, they will still spend some money in the store, right? I have a friend named Howard. He will definitely do this and try to talk to you with all kinds of obscene remarks. It can't be that small cakes have gone out of fashion, right? "

"Yes, that's right, so in that little cake shop at the intersection, who asked the little bitches in that shop to wear bikinis to work?" Max complained.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Ron knew all too well how lethal bikini overalls were to otakus, so it was no surprise that Max's store was turned into rubbish.

"Max," Caroline held Max's hand: "I know the current situation in the store is not optimistic, and I have been thinking about this problem all day long. Even the erotic dreams I have are about me paying rent to Ryan. Gosling.”

"Ryan Gosling?" Ron said a little bit, "To be honest, you have really good taste. Many people have said that he looks a bit like me, so I'll forgive you for not dreaming about me."

"I swear, I only dreamed about him once, and every other time it was you." Caroline comforted Ron and continued: "I just hope God can give me a direction to show us the direction we are going."

"Then I guess you and my mother must have a lot to talk about."

Ding bell~ The wind chime rang again, and Caroline shook Max's arm excitedly: "Look! What did I say? There are customers coming! This means that our store will never collapse. Come on, pretend to be busy." Looks like this!”

Max put on a arrogant posture: "Sir, I cannot rush your order of 100 small cakes, because Oprah has been waiting in front of you for a long time, and she plans to hold a small party at home. Cake PARTY for her friends.”

"Oh! Really? This news is so tragic for me~" Ron said in the exaggerated tone of a drama performance: "God knows how much I love to eat your little cakes, it is my spirit Food, if you don’t eat it for a day, you won’t feel the meaning of life!”

Ron winked quietly: "How's it going? Is your acting okay?"

"GOODJOB! Ron, you can try to be more emotional next time." Caroline praised in a low voice, and immediately put on a business-specific smile: "Can I help you?"

"Hello, I'm Joanne Morse." The woman gestured at the side, and the man was responsible for dubbing. He seemed to have a lot of background.