Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Sheldon was finally hampered by all the preparations for the wedding and had no chance to continue going crazy. Ron rarely had a few leisurely days, but today, when he got home, he had a leisurely day. changed.

"Good evening, Ron."

As soon as Ron opened the door, he saw Sheldon in a suit and tie, waving to him in a friendly and almost flattering way. This kind of situation had never happened to Ron since Sheldon was born. For a moment, he even thought that he was Traveled to a parallel time and space.

"You...are you really Sheldon?" Ron was so surprised that he stuttered: "No way, my brother can't be so polite. You must be some alien monster! Say, take my brother Sheldon. Where is Dun? I'll hand him over!"

Ron vigilantly drew his pistol and pointed it at the innocent-looking Sheldon. Sheldon screamed and hid behind the sofa. Ron twitched the corner of his eye. Well, judging from this reaction, it should still be Sheldon, no. People transfer packages.

Leonard quickly and carefully held down Enen's pistol: "Ron, why don't you listen to what Sheldon said and make a judgment first?"

"Okay," Ron nodded and squinted at Sheldon: "Go on, what do you want to say?"

Sheldon carefully poked his head out from behind the sofa, and after confirming that Ron had put the gun back into the holster, he cautiously came out from behind the sofa. He seemed to be angry at Ron, but after a wink from Leonard, he almost came out again. The angry expression went away and changed to the flattering expression just now.

"Ron, can you give me some money?"

"You want money? Are you planning to accept gift money? Well, I did prepare a little for you."

Ron took out a red envelope from his pocket and put it into Sheldon's hand. Sheldon hurriedly opened it and checked, but he was disappointed to find that the red envelope only contained two 100-dollar bills.

"How come you only have so little money?"

Ron's face darkened, and he grabbed the red envelope that Sheldon had just taken away: "I don't think I have any money, so I'll give you a vase as a wedding gift when you get married."

"Wait! You can't do this!" Sheldon screamed: "I want money for science, not for my own enjoyment! You have to help me."

Thinking about the problems that Sheldon's scientific research strength has solved for him over the years, as well as the money he earned, Ron felt soft. Anyway, a large part of his money was earned by Sheldon. If Sheldon If Dun encounters any trouble in scientific research, it would make sense to help him solve it himself.

Ron reluctantly took out his checkbook: "Okay, I will treat it as an investment in your scientific research. Let's make an agreement first. If this research generates profits, all the profits will belong to me."

"No problem!" Sheldon agreed quickly.

Ron took out a pen and said, "How much do you want?"

"Five billion." Sheldon said earnestly.

"Oh," Ron lowered his head and was about to write the amount on the checkbook. He suddenly paused and picked his ears: "Wait, how much did you say just now? I didn't hear you clearly."

"Five hundred million, four hundred million dollars, hurry up and write!" Sheldon urged carelessly, not realizing that Ron's expression had changed.

"Five hundred million dollars, why don't you grab it?" Ron stuffed the check back into his pocket again: "What are you crazy about? You need so much money? Do you know what four hundred million dollars is? We at the IRS are special The action team only has such a small amount of funds for half a year! Leonard, do you know what he is crazy about?"

"I guarantee you that Sheldon is not crazy this time," Leonard said helplessly: "Today when we were in school, we thought of a way to prove string theory, which is to create a black hole."

"Create a black hole? I didn't know that black holes could be created artificially." Ron said in surprise.

"Theoretically, as long as 2148 high-power lasers are used to compress 20 micrograms of gold to a small enough mass, a micro black hole can be created. However, the cost of such high-power lasers has always been astronomical, so Sheldon The lion will open his mouth, this is already the cheapest price I can calculate."

Leonard said helplessly, in fact, not only Sheldon, he was also very interested in this project, they were also scientists. Although there were some differences in levels, they all had a similar desire for the unknown.

But if Sheldon and Leonard's ideas are all about endless exploration of the unknown, then Ron's thinking is based on reality:

"So besides confirming string theory, does this scientific research have any other benefits to me or the world? Can this micro black hole be weaponized? Do I need to worry that it will continue to absorb the surrounding matter? Gradually expand and eventually swallow up the entire earth or solar system?”

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Sheldon and Leonard looked at each other and nodded.

Ron rolled his eyes, he was helpless towards these two living treasures: "So what is the purpose of doing this? Sheldon? Aren't you worried that it will create an apocalypse and destroy the entire human race? "

"But at least they'll know I'm right before they die."

"All right."

"You agreed?"

"No, I mean, well, I should really take you to see your brain," Ron sighed: "Can't you go to the school and ask for funds to do this project?"

"This is a good idea," Sheldon's eyes lit up, and his attention immediately shifted from asking Ron for money to how to get the money from the school: "What do you think it would be better for me to wear and go to the university to ask for the money? ?”

"If you are a girl with a graceful figure, I suggest wearing a bikini under the windbreaker. However, considering your not plump hardware, I suggest you use a trick, unless your principal happens to have this hobby. He has Leonard?"

Ron looked at Leonard, who thought for a moment and shook his head quickly. Ron spread his hands and said, "Then there is no other way. It seems that you can only win this fund through tactics."

"How to do it specifically? Please teach me!" Sheldon urged urgently.

"First, you need to ask them for 20 million first," Ron said with a smirk on his lips: "Tell them that you only need 20 million, and you can successfully verify string theory."

Sheldon shook his head blankly: "Impossible, this can't be verified at all."

"Of course, I know this, but after they invest 20 million, it will be much easier for you to ask them for an additional investment of 50 million."

Ron's tone began to take on a hint of conspiracy. Sheldon was fascinated, but Leonard felt a little shuddered.

"But even if we add the 50 million, the difference is still far away!"

"Yes, but with a total of 70 million sunk costs, wouldn't it be easier if you asked them to double their investment?" Ron said like a devil: "After this, talk to them again Double it, then double it again, and the funds you ask for will be enough.”

In the spirit of a dead friend but a poor one, Ron taught Sheldon all the secrets he used to defraud funds from the IRS.

While Ron was teaching Sheldon how to defraud funds, a secret meeting attended by all senior officials was also taking place at the CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia.

"It has been three months, and I am very sure that Dad is dead. He is an important hidden military force deployed by our CIA in Africa. Although countless pieces of intelligence point to his death as missile retaliation caused by unauthorized attacks on Chinese expatriates, But according to witnesses, the person who really killed Dad was the traitor Bourne among us."

The new head of the Treadstone Project, Pamela Landi, stood up and made her final concluding remarks: "We must admit that Bourne is no longer the sharpest dagger in our hands, and has now become a threat. The biggest destabilizing factor in the Stumbling Block Project, we must get rid of him.”

The CIA director tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically: "Where is he now?"

"The last appearance was in Russia, but that was three weeks ago, and no one is sure whether he is still there."

"Then why didn't you send someone to kill him immediately?"

"Because we have no one available now, sir," Pamela shook her head helplessly: "He used to be our most elite agent. Whether it was close combat with firearms or tracking or anti-tracking technology, he was at the top level. Ordinary People simply can’t deal with him, and after my investigation, I found that this person has a very deep social background, and our previous handling of her was careless.”

"Social relations? I don't know what you are talking about. Wasn't he carefully selected by us? An agent who was born as an orphan? Even if he died, no one would remember to come to us to ask for an explanation." The CIA director frowned slightly. He was tired of the uncertainty of the situation.

"Yes, he is an orphan, but she also made some very powerful friends during her training at the Secret Service Academy. Even Ethan, the super agent of the IMF team who has a 100% mission completion rate, is his close friend, not to mention He also maintains an equally close relationship with Ron, the IRS sabotage king."

Pamela submitted the recently summarized intelligence on Bourne's social relations to the CIA director: "There is intelligence that he was able to kill Dad in Africa, all thanks to Ron's help."

"Damn it, it's Ron again!" The CIA director threw the information on the table angrily. Obviously, he knew Ron, and the way he met him was not pleasant.

"Is this Ron very troublesome?" Pamela was promoted to her current position by relying on her family connections. He had only heard about Ron's legend a little bit and didn't know it clearly. It was just that everyone he came into contact with The consensus is that this is a very troublesome character.

"More than just troublesome? If he stands on the opposite side of us, it will be more troublesome than ten thousand Bourne. What's even more annoying is that our CIA is affiliated with the Pentagon and under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Defense. In the Ministry of Defense, there are many generals who are against He has a good impression, which means we have no way to deal with him openly, do you understand?"

"Okay, I understand." Pamela nodded unconvinced, and just as she was about to speak, a hurried agent walked in: "No, something big has happened, our stumbling block plan, and The Prism surveillance program has just been disclosed to the Russian media by a defector, and they are now reporting these things vigorously, which has caused an uproar in Europe. What should we do now?"

Interrupted by this sudden news, Pamela immediately shut up very smartly. Of course, he knew what the consequences would be if these American secret plans were exposed. This can be seen from the director's fingers getting faster and faster as he tapped the table. Come out, if he speaks now and cannot give a solution, even if he has the support of family power, the end will not be much better.

As luck would have it, all this happened thanks to the Ron they had just discussed.

One day ago, the hacker who was deliberately let go by Ron successfully applied for political asylum in Russia, and then immediately convened the local media to hold a press conference. T himself and Byrne, who escorted him all the way to Russia, let out a fierce breath.

Pamela sat quietly, waiting for the director's reply. After almost ten minutes, the director suddenly stopped tapping his fingers on the table: "Let our media start taking action and say that this is all a Russian conspiracy. They have been anti-Russian for so long, and no matter how many times they say this conspiracy theory, they will still believe it.”

"As for the Treadstone Project..." the CIA Director's eyes returned to Pamela's face: "From now on, the Treadstone Project will be officially renamed as the Black Rose Project, and you will be fully responsible for it. Your first task now is to bring down the exposer. Kill them all as well as Bourne."

"Yes, sir."

When the CIA meeting ended, Ron's request for funds also ended in failure, and he sat on the sofa with a decadent look.

"No? You used my method and the school still refused to provide you with funds?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Yes, I did everything you told me, but it didn't work at all."

"Wait a minute, everything you said is as I said, every word? Does that mean you told the school all your plans for additional funding?"

"Of course, they didn't do what you said. They just told me to get out."

Sheldon said aggrievedly, while Ron had already covered his eyes in despair: "Sheldon, you are really great! The plan to increase funds later is a plan! You don't need to tell them! If you tell them, you will still How do you get money from them?"

"This is all your fault. You didn't tell me and couldn't tell me all the plans. What should I do now? Do I have to just give up this opportunity to win the Nobel Prize?" Sheldon said unwillingly.

Leonard served him a cup of hot drink: "Not necessarily. Maybe we'll wait a little longer. When science advances enough, the price of high-power lasers may come down, just like the previous DVD players. In the past, one had to be expensive. Thousand dollars, but I was hitting bugs with it the other day.”