Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"As long as it's a diamond ring from you, she will be moved." Ron stared into Raj's eyes and couldn't help but sigh, is it finally this time? Even Raj is getting engaged, and the person he is engaged to is his cousin Claire's daughter, his niece Alex.

"I know, Ron."

Raj was a little scared when he was stared at by Ron. He promised and was about to leave, but Ron stopped him again from behind: "Raj, Alex is a good girl. I know everyone is young and frivolous, but with After Alex gets married, I hope you can be a good man, do you understand?"

Ron's eyes shot out two murderous glances. Poor Raj was almost scared to death. He could only nod in agreement and leave quickly. He didn't dare to say a word to Ron during the entire lunch.

There is no way, Raj has a guilty conscience. Ron knows all the ridiculous things he has done before, such as fighting against black girls with Howard, fighting against Sailor Moon, fighting...even Tyson's Even the tiger could not escape the poisonous hand.

Should I say that I am indeed an Indian?

Fortunately, the lunch time passed quickly with Raj shivering. After the meal, Ron said hello and left quickly, and Raj finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After Ron left, he did not return to his IRS base immediately. Instead, after a brief tracking, he saw Finch on the roof of an office building. He was holding a pair of binoculars and really observing the office building opposite. an office.

"I don't know when you started to like voyeurism. In fact, there is no need to bother you. You are rich. If you want, you can let the dancers in any club use the most enchanting postures to undress one by one. Their clothes.”

Ron's joking voice sounded behind Finch, startling her and almost dropping the telescope to the ground. Finch turned around and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing clearly that it was Ron: "No, I'm not peeping." , I was at work, and the psychiatrist in the office building opposite had a new number highlighted by the machine."

"So you arranged for Rise to pretend to be a patient and go to him for treatment? What disease did you arrange for him?"

Ron took Finch's binoculars and took a look over there. Sure enough, he saw Reese sitting opposite the psychiatrist, talking nonstop about something. He didn't look like he had any mental illness at all.

"Melancholy, you know, because of his special experience, her mental state has always been bad? When I first found him, he even worked as a homeless man for half a year. If that psychiatrist has real skills, it will be just right You can treat him by the way, which is killing two birds with one stone." Finch said with expectation.

"But I think your plan to kill two birds with one stone is unlikely to succeed," Ron grabbed Finch's telescope and took a look at it and said, "That psychiatrist doesn't look like a serious psychiatrist."

"Why do you say that?" Finch asked strangely. Of course he also knew that there was something wrong with the psychiatrist, but this was the conclusion he came to after using his superb hacking skills to hack into the psychiatrist's computer, and Ron just looked at it. How did he determine it after just one glance?

"Because your telescope is powerful enough, it just allows me to see clearly what he entered on the computer. He has been trying to enter the password of his bank account based on Riser's words. In my impression, the consultation fee of a psychiatrist does not seem to be What do you think of it being collected like this?"

"Hayden Price, a certified hypnotherapist who graduated from New York College, mainly works with wealthy businessmen and celebrities, as well as Hollywood actors, for anger management, smoking addiction and the like."

Finch casually read out a list of information about psychiatrists, and Ron shrugged indifferently: "If he can invent a way to help people successfully detoxify, I believe he will make a lot of money so that she doesn't have to rely on this." Is there anything else I need to know about making money through deception?"

"His office is for short-term rental, and I can't find the issuing authority for his certification. Do you want to hear about his situation?" Finch gave one of his headphones to Ron: "You seem to be right. He seems to be very good at these things. Maybe you can understand what these questions he asked mean? I just googled psychotherapy questions and found that his questions are different from the common solutions used by other psychiatrists. "

"Why not?" Ron took the earphones, listened for a while, and then showed a knowing smile: "Well, this guy should be lucky that he was born in the United States, not India, otherwise, he wouldn't even be a Liars are not qualified.”

Finch was confused: "What do you mean?"

"His deception is so old-fashioned. If you compare the questions he just asked with the bank's security questions, you will find that they are exactly the same. They don't even cover up. At least those Indian scammers will still do it. They use their Indian-accented English to pretend to be a tax bureau or something like that and tell the victim that you are being targeted because of tax arrears.”

"Does anyone believe such a weak-minded trick?" Finch said in surprise: "You can tell something is wrong just by hearing the accent."

"Believe me, no matter how retarded the scam is, some people will believe it, because those scams that you think are retarded are not really retarded. They are just using this method to screen out people who are difficult to deceive. In short, you don't have After being selected by them, a large amount of customer service work was originally subcontracted to the Indian customer service center, including our IRS, some of the customer service work was subcontracted. What's more, didn't they even believe in even worse deceptions?"

Ron pointed to the office building opposite: "I don't believe that Rise is his first client."

"Yes, there is a foundation called American Cancer Relief under Hayden's name. There are already six accounts that are constantly transferring money into it. The individual amounts each time are very small and almost unnoticeable, but the cumulative effect is This account has now received more than 5,000 US dollars in donations."

Finch said with admiration that he knew this because he could hack into other people's computers at will. Ron knew this entirely based on his experience and reasoning, which he admired very much.

"Okay, I take back what I said before," Ron turned around in surprise after hearing this: "He may be at a very elementary stage in terms of deception, but he is really good at playing with people's hearts. These rich people often do They donate to various organizations, sometimes so much that they can’t even remember it, and they just apply for a tax refund based on the total donation amount, so if they keep spending in this name, they won’t be aware of it at all.”

"Thank you for the reminder. This is a very good angle to observe him, but I need to remind you first. I think Riise and I can handle this guy, and we have no plans to hire any foreign aid."

Finch spoke first before Ron could speak. He thought Ron came to him to work. He was very rich and had no shortage of money, but no matter how rich he was, there was no way to spend it like this. It didn’t involve too much complexity. Regarding the case and the case of violent conflict, he asked himself whether he and Rise could still solve it.

"If you have a job for me, of course I would be happy to do it, but I came to you not for this, but for another thing. How is Gen doing with you recently? Have you ever let her have access to mobile phones, computers or What other communication equipment?”

Ron frowned and asked, and Finch shook his head blankly: "How is that possible? I know that he seemed to have reached some kind of contract with the machine, so since he was locked up, she has never been allowed to come into contact with any electronic equipment, except TV, why are you asking me what happened?"

"You'd better look at this before talking."

Ron handed his cell phone to Finch, and it was the video taken by the surveillance camera in his room. The more Finch looked at it, the more shocked he became, until finally, his mouth was so wide that he could even stuff an entire apple into it.

"This is incredible! Do you think it was Root who contacted the machine and asked the drone to find you? But how did she contact the machine? It can't be a TV, right?"

"No, why do you think Gen asked the machine to arrange the drone to find me?" Ron recalled the people he knew in the parallel world, and his expression gradually became serious: "Although this idea sounds more incredible, But I think it's time we discuss another possibility, which is that this is all driven by machines. Fincher, you are amazing. You invented a machine that has self-awareness. I don't know if that is a blessing or a curse. But in several parallel time and space worlds that I dreamed about, it transformed into an omniscient and omnipotent god and almost destroyed mankind."

"What do you think we should do?"

Finch threw the question back to Ron. Bourne stared at the office of the liar psychiatrist opposite for a long time before saying slowly: "I think we should pay attention to this matter and think about it carefully, but first we You should finish what you are doing first.”

"I think what you said makes sense. I won't tell Rise about this yet. The two of us know about it. At most, it's just the three of us plus Gen. Let's solve the matter at hand first. Are you willing to help me find a solution together? Is this Mr. Hayden a bad person?”

Finch changed his mind. He planned to invite Ron to join the operation in order to complete it quickly and then study what happened to the machine.

Opposite the doctor's office, Rise finished the treatment and walked out of the room. Finch immediately sent him a message back to the library. An hour later, the three of them regrouped in the library.

"Mr. Reese, please tell me again, how did you feel about your contact with that liar?"

Faced with Ron's question, Reese did not answer directly. Instead, he glanced at Finch first, and only after the other party nodded, he said: "Although Hayden is breaking the law and committing crimes, I still feel that someone wants to It's about harming him, not him who wants to harm others, such as the person who hacked into his phone. I just tried it in the office for a long time without success. Someone got in first."

"Perhaps one of his clients has seen through the scam? These wealthy people are very small-minded. Money doesn't matter. They have plenty, but they are very disgusted with being tricked."

After Ron finished speaking, Finch also nodded in agreement: "Yes, as long as one of his clients is related to gangsters or gangsters, Hayden will be in danger. I didn't expect you to be so good at just one movie." You are so concerned about the matter, I thought you would wait nonchalantly and let him fend for himself."

"If he cheated the poor, I might do it, but he cheated the rich, so why should I not help him? Wealth can only flow from those who don't need it to those who really need it. That’s when it’s most valuable.”

"So we need to move quickly. I'll save him before he wants to kill him. Reese, you can treat him to a meal and chat with him in the name of gratitude, and protect him by the way. By the way, Finch We can also do it together.”

"What about you?" Reese asked unhappily when he saw Ron putting all the work on himself.

"I plan to go to the auction house and have a look. I just found an interesting name in his client list, Strange, nicknamed the Swede." Ron picked up the list on the table and prepared to leave.

"Swedish? Is this person special?" Finch called up this person's information and looked around carefully. He didn't find anything special. Judging from the information, he was just an ordinary antique dealer.

"Because I have a Chinese antique dealer friend named Guan Yuming, so I happen to know a little bit about him. All his antique business is just a cover. He doesn't make a lot of money. His real main business should be to help some people. People launder money, it is said that it is the police in Los Angeles. This is a big money-making business.

In the morning, the money launderer will auction a worthless collection at the auction house, and then he will buy it at a high price. It is a very simple method, but it is extremely effective. "

At this point, Ron showed a smirk: "The most important thing is. I have also avoided a lot of taxes. Maybe I will have to work overtime today. It's really troublesome~"

While talking about trouble, Ron's lips couldn't help but curl up with a trace of happiness.

Using his IRS ID, Ron easily walked into the auction house and sat down in an unoccupied place. Not far in front of him was the Swede's back. From his position, he could clearly observe the other person's face. Every move.

The auction has been going on for a while, and the auctioneer has just finished delivering the last exhibit, and he can't wait to launch the next auction item, a baseball that looks tattered and has words written on it:

"Don't ignore it just because it doesn't look good. Guys, the next lot is No. 426. It's a rare baseball. It has the signatures of all the New York Yankees in 1927. It's the baseball they won the championship with. The ball that kills the formation, the starting price for this item is US$2 million!”

As expected, the Swede took out his sign and held it up.

"Oh my God! Someone actually bid 4.4 million. Is there anything higher than this? 4.4 million, once, twice, deal!"

The auctioneer dropped the hammer, and an incredible sale was immediately established.