Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"You idiot, love is like a flash in the pan, you will understand sooner or later, think about it!" Raj's father hung up the video call angrily.

Within five minutes, Rajesh received a message on his phone that the secondary card had been frozen.

"How long do you think it will take Rajesh to figure it out?" Howard asked worriedly after coming out of Raj's house.

"It depends on when he goes on a date with that gold digger girl next time," Ron said absently: "As long as Rajesh can no longer spend money on good books like before, he will be replaced immediately. Of course, if everything is not as I said, then maybe it is true love as he said, and I wish them all the best."

"So, let's separate here and wish you a safe journey." Ron walked to the car and said goodbye to Howard in a hurry.

His mind has already flown to Max's small apartment, all because he just received a photo from Caroline, which was a photo of her and Max.

In the photo, Max was forced by Caroline to wear a very hot cat girl outfit, wrapped around her beautiful legs and black stockings...

Men live just for black stockings~

If I had to add another reason, it would probably be the picture of Caroline snuggled next to Max, wearing angel white clothes and white stockings on her long legs.

If a man lives not for black silk, then he must live for some other silk~

The originally thirty-minute journey took Ron less than ten minutes to drive there. He took out the key he had prepared and opened the door: "Baby, here I come~"

The apartment is just like the photo, it's paradise...

"Ron, Ron..."

Ron, who was sleeping on the office table, felt a push. He opened his eyes in a daze and raised his sleepy eyes. The person who pushed him was Andy: "Andy, if nothing happens, can you let me go?" Shall I sleep a little longer? Maybe in your eyes, I look like a boss who sleeps while working, but for countless nights that you don't know, I have been working hard for new information.

Please maintain the minimum respect for your superiors~"

Ron shamelessly said that his absurdity last night was because he worked overtime for work, but the clever Andy had already seen everything.

"Really?" Andy mocked in a suspicious tone: "What you call working overtime for intelligence, isn't it a strange game with wild cats?"

"How do you know?!" Ron was shocked. Andy was obviously an ordinary old man, how could he have such good tracking skills that he didn't even know about it?

"I don't know anything, I just happened to hear you talking in your sleep just now: 'Kitty cat, do you like the master's lollipop?'" Andy sarcastically said: "BOSS, I was also young, I knew it as soon as I heard it That’s not a serious lollipop.”

"Cough, cough~" Ron's face turned red, and he coughed to cover up his embarrassment: "The cat is not important, Andy, what can you do? I remember I said, you can decide for yourself if there is anything. Okay, you don’t have to ask me everything.”

Ron's management method is basically similar to that of a hands-off shopkeeper. Of course, to put it nicely, it is called delegating power. Everyone has great self-determination authority. Only when someone encounters trouble at work, he will step in to solve it.

"It's something you have to make a decision on." Andy pointed to the pile of account books on his desk: "Thanks to your thunderous methods, more and more companies are willing to hand over their account books to us for review recently. .”

"Isn't this a good thing? Don't worry, go check it out. If you find any bastard who dares to trick me on taxes, tell me and I will make sure that he can't afford it right away." Ron said murderously.

"That's true, but there are too many account books that I can't review all by myself. I need a helper, a master who knows the accounts very well. This is not a job that just anyone can do."

"What do you think of little Carl?" Ron asked, knocking on the table.

If possible, he still prefers to train his own people to use them. In his mind, the definition of this special operations team is still based on combat effectiveness. If he wants to recruit accounting experts, various universities have talents in this field.

But those helpless nerds who can't even hold a gun are not the people Ron wants. Andy is enough for the special operations team who has no fighting ability.

But Andy's reply immediately extinguished his illusion.

Andy said in a very exaggerated tone: "Do you know what grade Carl got in math on his last sample test? F! It was F! If it weren't for the letter written on his paper, I don't even know that he could have gotten a grade in math. Get an F rating!”

In response to this, Ron could only spread his hands without boasting: "Okay, then what kind of person do you think is suitable? Let's say it first, I will never recruit another person who can't hold a gun to join my team."

"I want this person, and I guess he will satisfy you." Andy took out a pile of paper that had been prepared and handed it to Ron: "This is the intelligence summary just sent by the Finance Department. I Find the particularly interesting parts.

This was taken by Interpol while undercover in Antwerp three years ago. The image quality has been enhanced. Their target is the man on the far right. "

"Zamoaida," Ron recognized the person in the photo at a glance: "This person used to control the world's largest opium supply chain. I remember that Hobbes was in charge of this case. What do you want to say?"

"Look at the other photos."

Andy always spoke to the point. Ron followed his instructions and looked at the printed photos one by one. When he turned to the third one, he said softly "Huh" and then speeded up to flip through the other photos.

These photos are all taken by Interpol in recent years of drug traffickers or arms dealers from all over the world. They may seem like just a criminal album, but all the photos have one thing in common.

That is, in each photo, there is a tall man with his back to the camera. Judging from the body shape, these figures are probably the same person.

Now Ron became interested: "Interesting, these are the same person. Andy, who do you think this person is?"

"I think this is an accountant who specializes in money laundering services for them." Andy took out another pile of photos confidently: "These are the identities of the people in the photos that I found from other information.

In every photo where that man appears, the bosses are always accompanied by their confidants who manage money. I believe this is definitely not a coincidence. "

In another photo album provided by Andy, the identity of each person was marked in great detail. Only the mysterious man still had a question mark.