Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The little farce Ron was talking about was, of course, the "sleeping scandal" incident that he, Rajesh and Penny caused.

But before going back, he still had one thing to do, and that was to send little Carl back to school. Fiona just called him, and little Carl skipped school again. Ron didn't even have to guess, he knew he would definitely With old Hannibal.

I don’t know why, but Hannibal always has a strange attraction to little Carl.

Well, although Ron knew that the old and the young would definitely persecute all kinds of little things when they were together, Ron felt that it would be beneficial for Carl to learn some practical biological knowledge outside of class.

"Ron, you have to tell Carl that he must go to school well. In the past, the family did not have the conditions, but now, let alone let him become a genius like his eldest brother, at least he cannot become like his second brother who only messes with men. What a fool!”

Fiona is now speaking more and more like the hostess of the house.

"I think there's no harm in skipping class. Yesterday, I saw Hannibal teaching Carl about human structure with a skeleton model. It's rare that Carl listened very carefully. You know that Carl never listened carefully even in class. , maybe he just has a talent in this area?

Maybe he will become a doctor in the future, what do you think? "

While answering the phone, Ron pushed Hannibal away and transformed the underground storage room into a biological laboratory. Carl was indeed here.

"Fiona called me just now. From tomorrow on, you must go to class properly. If I find you skipping class again, I will stop your salary!"

Ron put Carl into the car. School was already over at this time, so Luo could only send Carl home first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Karl sat in the car, he picked up the photo he put on the passenger seat and looked at it: "Cool! Ron, what is this?! Are we going to start investigating the Golden Circle case now? It's so cool Got it!"

"Golden Circle?" Ron glanced at Karl in surprise. He never expected that the source of information he gave up at the beginning could give him an unexpected surprise, but his face still pretended to be calm: "You Do you know the person in the photo?”

"do not know."

"Then who are you talking about the Golden Circle?"

"This is what I'm talking about," Karl pointed to the chest of a deceased person in the photo. There was a circle-shaped thing there, which was a detail that Ron ignored: "Everyone said that this circle is made of pure gold. That’s why they are called the Golden Circle, and they are now the suppliers of the most high-end drugs in the city.

Heroin, methamphetamine, ecstasy, marijuana... they have everything you can think of, but the main thing is heroin.

There are a few classmates from well-off families in our school who suck their goods. Every time they mention it, they look extremely proud. I really want to shoot each of them and make a hole in their heads! "

"There are high-end and low-end drugs?" This was the second time Ron heard this statement today.

"Of course!"

Carl glanced at Ron with disdain. His little look made Ron want to hit someone. Of course, he did the same and punched Carl on the head: "Speak to me!"

"Yes! Boss!" Karl was excited: "Actually, this division is very simple, because the concept of green and health is not very popular recently, so everyone begins to think that purely chemically synthesized drugs like methamphetamine are not healthy.

It just so happened that some drug dealers also took the opportunity to start using this concept for marketing, promoting that heroin is a purely natural herbal refinement extracted from plants, bah~" Carl's disdainful expression was exactly the same as Ron's.

Ron's expression was extremely shocked. What kind of drug dealer is this? The marketing concepts of the cosmetics industry have been used by you here, but this is not wrong to a certain extent. Drugs like heroin really come from opium poppies. extracted.

However, its initial form was opium. The addictiveness of the drug after further processing was one level higher than that of opium. Once it came out, the first-generation drugs based on opium were quickly eliminated.

"Who doesn't know that this is a business tax? Only fools from rich families fall for this kind of scam. Children like us who come from the slums all know that methamphetamine is much better than heroin...ah!"

Karl was talking happily, but he got another blow on the head.

"I said, no one of my people is allowed to get involved with that stuff. If I find out, I will fire you immediately. Tell me, have you ever touched it?" Affected by the memory of his previous life, Ron said to Drug attitudes are abhorrent.

"I swear absolutely not!" Little Carl immediately raised one hand and swore.

"You don't need to attend class tomorrow. Let Fiona take you for a test. I want to see your test report, urine and hair, I want them all!"

Ron kicked Carl out of the car.

He began to feel a little bad. If he had chosen the drug case in order to collect more taxes at the beginning, he now realized that something was wrong. The involvement of this case seemed a bit too great.

Even when Uncle Fried Chicken's business was at its best, he only managed half of the United States. However, the organization called the "Golden Circle" that Carl and Uncle Fried Chicken learned about from their descriptions seems to have already Controls more than 80% of the drug trade in the United States.

Although it is impossible for all of these people to belong to them, the ability to integrate these forces with different purposes, even with Ron's always critical eye, has to say sincerely: TN is truly a talent.

Although a bit alarmist, Ron never thought that an organization that could integrate such a powerful force would just sell goods. In order to make more money, they must have greater interests.

In other words, this group of people will definitely make a living!

Ron thought for a while and immediately dialed Toretto's phone: "Dom, how many friends do you have who have never touched drugs?"

"I don't know. Although I keep telling them not to touch that thing, you know, in the United States, there are too few people who can never touch that thing." Toretto slid out from under the car and used the oil-stained Dirty Hands turned his phone to voice mode and replied.

Of course Ron understood this and couldn't help but cursed secretly: "Damn American culture!"

"Why do you ask?"

"I think we will be in big trouble soon, so I need to find some reliable people first, and the standard of reliability I define is people who never touch that kind of bastard stuff, do you understand?"

Ron took a breath and began to plan for possible manpower.

Hank was from the DEA, hated drugs, and was absolutely reliable. Although Toretto raced, fought, and liked to use a wrench to repair other people's heads into square shapes, Ron knew that he was a good boy...