Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The British Sherlock Holmes said that there is nothing new under the sun, everything is the repetition of the past. Just like Chinese children occasionally talk about their parents when they get together, the same is true for American children.

For example, something like "My father can eat Xiang" or "My father can also eat Xiang, and he eats a lot."

But today, because Henry has a celebrity father, the topics the children chat about suddenly become much more high-end. From whose father eats more sex, to envying Henry for having a cool father, and Joe the most among them. He is simply Henry's dad's little fanboy.

"Henry, your dad is so cool! Last time he flew over my dad's car on his motorcycle. Unlike my dad, he has trouble standing up from the sofa." Joe looked envious. Look at Henry's father.

"Qiao~I'm here to pick you up~"

"Mom!" Gloria called Qiao's name and walked towards her. Qiao cheered and rushed towards her. When he looked up from Gloria's arms, he realized that his father did not come with him. He couldn't help but said strangely: " Where is my dad?"

"Yeah, isn't Jay here today? I thought I could see him again." Henry's father came over and showed his injured hand: "I was supposed to shake hands with you, but I didn't start from five this morning. I fell from a high-rise building and landed on the net, so there’s nothing we can do, sorry.”

"Wow~ It's really cool!" Qiao's eyes were filled with stars.

"If he had really fallen onto the net from the fifth floor, he would have been cut into pieces by the net!" Gloria secretly complained in her heart. She now somewhat understands the kind of old Pritchett. He was jealous, but his face was still full of joy.

"No, Jay will come right away. Today his nephew Ron came to ask him for advice on how to fly a plane, because my husband is a very good pilot. Look, they are coming!" Gloria said halfway through the pre-discussed script. The roar of a plane flying over came from the sky. She excitedly hugged Joe and pointed to the sky: "Look, your dad and brother Ron are here! Everyone, make way, my husband and the others are going to fall down!"

In the sky, a red plane flew by. The children raised their heads curiously. Joe raised his little face proudly: "That's my dad!"

Children are like this. Admiration for a person comes and goes quickly. He had just admired Henry's father for two days, and now he has changed his mind. If Old Pritchett knew about it, he would be very happy.

But it's a pity that he didn't know. Not only didn't he know, but he was also very scared: "Ron, are you really sure we only need an eighty-meter runway to land?!"

"No, you heard wrong. I said not eighty meters, but eight meters. Eight meters is enough." On the co-pilot, Ron corrected while opening the flaps.

"This is impossible! I have worked on an aircraft carrier. Even carrier-based aircraft on an aircraft carrier need at least 15 meters to land safely. And this is with the assistance of arresting cables! Eight meters! No, absolutely impossible ! You will kill us! Oh my god, I never thought that I would die because I was jealous of my son at someone else’s son’s birthday party. This way of dying is really stupid!”

Old Pritchett took a look at the residential area below the plane. From a high altitude, those houses looked like exquisite toys, which frightened him and made his heart beat faster and faster.

"I say again, don't use your old experience to judge the current technology. But the cross-country aircraft specially designed by the best engineers at Caltech. The eight meters I mentioned is only a long distance. The engineer who designed it assured me that as long as it flies more A few times, I can control the take-off and landing distance within five meters."

Ron said confidently that this aircraft was Howard's entry into the design competition. It was a special cross-country aircraft designed for wildfire observation. Although it was still a fixed-wing aircraft, its takeoff and landing distance was suppressed to almost the limit of five meters. Mine.

The wide tires on both sides of the fuselage allow it to take off on dirt roads or even mountain roads even if it is not running. It is a rare tool for playing airplanes.

"Originally, I planned to give you this plane as a birthday present this year, but this time I will give it to you in advance. Are you ready? Jay."

Ron shouted excitedly. Although Pritchett was sitting in the main pilot's seat, well, the aircraft was positioned as a training aircraft. The co-pilot also had an aircraft control system, and his priority was still above that of the main pilot's seat. .

"God forbid we fall to the ground and turn into meatloaf, I'm ready!"

"Then, first adjust the engine power to 15% and start preparing for landing."

Under Ron's command, Old Pritchett turned down the engine power. The plane circled in the air, exhausted the excess energy, and began to stagger and lower its altitude. Soon, it landed from a height of several hundred meters. It reached less than ten meters. With the help of flaps, the speed dropped to less than 80 kilometers per hour. The speed was not as fast as an electric car. However, with the lift of the wings, it was still flying in the air. At this moment, the plane had already flown. Go to the road in front of Henry's house.

"OK, now shut down the engine completely, hold your hands on the rudder, and pretend like you are flying the plane."

Henry's house was in front of him, and old Pritchett could even hear the cheers of the children. After all, he was someone who had seen big scenes. Ron's reminder immediately brought him back to normal. Although his body was still shaking, he was already As Ron said, he held his hands on the rudder and put on a calm expression.

"Then let's land now."

Henry's house was in front of him. Ron pushed down the rudder, and the plane fell again. The friction between the wide off-road tires and the ground produced a puff of white smoke. Seeing that the plane had a tendency to continue to roll forward, Ron quickly turned the plane again. The rudder was pulled back, and with the help of aerodynamics, it suddenly shook violently, stopping the tendency of falling forward and landing smoothly and sliding forward.

"It's okay now." Ron patted Old Pritchett's thigh, and he quickly stepped on the brake pedal. With the sound of the plane, it stopped moving forward and stopped steadily in front of Henry's house.

"Jo, I'm here to take you home." Old Pritchett opened the door and stepped off the plane and said with a smile. If it weren't for the hand still floating on the door, he almost fell to the ground. Until now, she Both legs are weak.

But despite this, this kind of plot of picking up children from the sky still caused a burst of cheers from the children. When have these children who have never even been to kindergarten seen such a battle?

"Qiao, your dad is so cool!" Little Henry said with envy: "I really want to have a pilot dad."

"Your dad is cool too."

"But he can only ride a motorcycle. Compared with your father, he is simply inferior."

His son's childlike words were like a sharp sword thrust into Henry's father's heart. Now he was jealous of old Pritchett: "Jay, long time no see."

Father Henry extended his hand to old Pritchett and shook it.

"Long time no see. Thank you for taking care of my son. I'm taking him back now." Old Pritchett raised Joe in front of him: "Do you want to drive back with your mother, or do you want to drive back with me and Ron?" How about we fly back together?"

Faced with such an option and the envious looks of his friends around him, Qiao certainly knew how to choose: "I'll fly the plane with you! Dad, can you take me to fly around in the sky a few more times? Please, you are the world Fuck the coolest dad.”

"Of course it's no problem." Old Pritchett waved to Gloria, stuffed Joe into the back seat of the aircraft and tied him up with his seat belt. The entire fuselage of the aircraft has a teardrop-shaped design with a wide front and narrow back. Even the pilot, at most, can There is more than enough room for three people and a child in the back.

"Are you ready?" Old Pritchett asked loudly, but his eyes looked at Ron, who nodded at her imperceptibly.

"Ready!" Joe responded excitedly.

"Do you need me to help you clear a section of the runway? How many meters do you need? 50 meters? 100 meters? I can ask a neighbor to help move the car." Henry's father looked at the plane with envy and asked, although he was a little jealous, but also a little loving Bragging, but he is still nice.

"No need to bother, ten meters is enough."

Old Pritchett smiled confidently and followed Ron's instructions. He turned the engine to maximum and kept pressing the brake pedal. The blades rotated at high speed, instantly leveling the plane until the plane started to move forward. At this time, suddenly release the brakes and pull the rudder back to the maximum.

"Goodbye~"

The plane jumped from the ground to the sky like a flying monkey, and then flew higher and higher until it disappeared.

The distance between Pritchett's house and Henry's house was less than 70 kilometers, and they flew back soon. In order to make Joe happy, old Pritchett even took him to circle in the air a few more times.

"This is really the best birthday gift I have ever received. Thank you, Ron. If there is anything you want me to help with in the future, just let me know." Putting Joe to sleep, Old Pritchett He held Ron's hand gratefully. Because of Ron's existence, today he became his son's idol again.

"That's what you said last time, but thank you for still liking it, but speaking of help, I do need your help with one thing."

"I remember you once said that there are many Hollywood directors among the customers who order furniture from you. Can you help me contact a few directors who are good at making TV series? I have a good light comedy script and I want to make it into a TV series. "

Of course Ron was talking about the comedy that he agreed to tailor-make based on Caroline Max. Not long ago, the screenwriter he contacted told him that the script had been completed. Ron then thought of going to a film and television company to produce this TV series, but had trouble finding a producer.

In the Hollywood circle, the person Ron is most familiar with is naturally Stan Lee, the head of Marvel. Unfortunately, Mr. Stan Lee has been seriously ill recently. In addition, his company itself is not good at producing this kind of urban light comedy. They It is more suitable to control the science fiction style of Marvel.

As for the other big companies in Hollywood, they were very unhappy because of the previous tax collection. Although they did not hinder Ron, they responded very coldly to Ron's intention to cooperate, saying "not interested."

It’s really just how satisfying it was to collect taxes back then, and how satisfying it is now to be rejected.

This kind of thing is just like falling in love, it's also about mutual consent. Ron doesn't need to use coercion on them because of this trivial matter, so he plans to focus on small and medium-sized companies with good production standards.

"No problem, but the contact information of those directors are in the business card box in my office. I can make a few calls for you when I get to work. As for today, enjoy your vacation first."

"Holiday? Well, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me. Today is a holiday. Happy Labor Day~" Ron replied as he glanced at his phone.

Today is the Labor Day holiday, and it is also the day when the Pritchett family gets together. Unlike the internationally accepted Labor Day of May 1st, Labor Day in the United States is September 6th.

There was no rush to find a director. The script had already been written and the search would be done later. Ron decided to enjoy this holiday to the fullest.

"I'm back."

When Ron returned to the apartment, Sheldon was sitting quietly on the sofa, looking at something on his laptop. He didn't even notice that Ron was back. This was the first time Ron had seen such a quiet person outside of school. Sheldon couldn't help but be very curious.

"I'm back!" Ron came up to Sheldon and shouted loudly, which startled Sheldon.

"Ah! Ron, can you stop being so scary?"

"Of course, as long as you don't just sit there like you did, what are you doing?"

"I'm editing wedding photos."

Sheldon replied angrily, and Ron squeezed to the side. This photo was taken before the wedding started, and Ron had not left yet, so when he took a closer look at the photo, he found that there were many more weddings in the photo. There were people who weren't there originally, and he didn't recognize any of these people. Some of them were even in black and white, making them look out of place with the people around him.

"I originally thought that what you meant by editing photos was to delete people you didn't like, but I didn't expect that there would be so many inexplicable people. Who are these people? Are they your imaginary friends?"

"Of course not!" Sheldon looked at Ron with a retarded look.

"Then can you explain to me who the woman standing next to me is? She is actually black and white?" Ron asked, pointing to the woman next to him in the photo who was out of place with the surroundings.

"That's Madame Curie! Oh my god, what were you doing when you were in school? You don't even know Madame Curie."

Sheldon looked at Ron with even more disgust, but Ron didn't care at all. Sheldon had been beaten for more than a day or two anyway, and he was completely numb to such a small offense.

"Let me think about it, I was probably dating someone during that class. You know, it's not my fault that I was too popular in college. Get me a drink. I want a beer." See Sher Ron opened the refrigerator and said hello. Just as he turned around, his attention was attracted by an inconspicuous prompt message at the bottom of the computer screen: "Wait a minute, Sheldon, you have an email. It's from Dan."