Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Why don't we go find out how Xiao Ka's team won? How about that?" Old Pritchett glanced at Xiao Ka, who was talking to someone, but seemed nervous and uneasy. If he had to go one after another To expose the truth about the children, he would rather start with Xiaoka because Xiaoka is always annoying.

"I don't think it's necessary. Looking at him like that, it won't take long for him to confess it himself." Ron glanced at Xiao Ka's state and shook his head: "He might usually prefer to attract attention and become the leader of the world. The focus of the scene, but one good thing about Xiao Ka is that he can hardly hide things. I have a better idea, do you want to hear it?"

"What?" Old Pritchett asked with great interest. He knew that Ron could always come up with new tricks.

Ron rolled his eyes and immediately came up with an idea: "How about we hold a commendation meeting for them?"

"Commendation meeting? Are you not mistaken? Didn't we reach a consensus just now that we should expose their background? If other people's honors are also watered down, then isn't this commendation in vain?" Old Pritchett said with a full face Confuse.

"It's just to reveal the truth, that's why we have to hold a commendation meeting~" Ron showed a smirk on his face: "Uncle Pritchett, you must have heard of a lie, and you have to use countless lies to fulfill this proverb, right? What do you think if we hold a commendation meeting and let them tell their success stories one by one?"

"Then they will be in a hurry on the stage because they can't make up a lie!" Old Pritchett's eyes lit up: "I have to say, your idea is really bad."

"Hi! Children! Dinner has started." Old Pritchett walked to the dinner table and greeted: "Everyone is gathering here. I just thought of one thing. Since we have so many successful people here today, why not let them Tell us about your successful experience? And then set an example for the children?"

When Old Pritchett said something, several of the adults who had just been praised by him looked at each other in confusion, their expressions changing again and again. Ron and Old Pritchett looked at each other, these people really had something on their minds.

"You're right, Uncle Pritchett," Ron immediately began to praise: "Why don't we start with you, you are the head of this family, and I will start with you to give everyone an example. I am on Facebook I went to the school where I saw the bridge and there was a show called 'The First Thanksgiving in History' today, maybe you can tell us how Joe did?"

"I also saw it on Facebook, and the school also posted photos, but why is there no figure of Qiao in these photos?" Gloria asked strangely while flipping through her mobile phone.

This time, it was old Pritchett who was embarrassed. Ron rolled his eyes helplessly and secretly mouthed to old Pritchett: "No, is it possible that your family has to take the bridge to and from school?" Are there ghosts too?”

Old Pritchett secretly nodded to him, and quickly pinched Joe's leg with his hand under the table. Fortunately, he was not completely unprepared for this. He had already secretly exchanged lines with Joe: "Qiao is on the show. He is responsible for the role of narration, so he is not on camera, which is normal. The camera is only so big, and it is impossible to fit every child, right?"

"That's right," Gloria nodded in approval, and then looked at her youngest son with doting eyes: "How about you tell us a story about the first Thanksgiving in history?"

"That's a good idea."

"We'd love to hear it."

…

There was a burst of encouragement from everyone, and Joe had to stand up: "There used to be a group of aboriginal people who did not believe in God on this land. They were ignorant until the white people came one day."

"Oh my God!" Ron covered his face in embarrassment. Without asking, he knew that this must have been taught by her uncle Pritchett, who had serious racist tendencies.

He finally understood why old Pritchett had been so diligent recently, taking Joe to and from school every day. The real situation was probably that Joe didn't go to school at all these days, and was taken by Pritchett to play somewhere. In response to his wife's sudden inspection, old Pritchett taught such nonsense based on his poor historical knowledge.

"What the hell is this?" When Gloria heard this, her expression looked like she had eaten a fly: "Then what?"

"The white people took pity on these primitive people and taught them how to cultivate the land, but their kindness was misunderstood as aggression, so the war started."

Qiao continued to tell the story in a daze, and Claire couldn't help but exclaimed: "What kind of ghost school is this? It actually teaches students these things?!"

"Is there any problem with this? This is how we were taught in school when I was a child." Xiaoka asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Ron raised his hand: "And me, too, when I was a kid. It's also written like this in Texas textbooks. But in our textbooks, the ignorant indigenous people refer to Mexicans. It seems like this in many schools in conservative areas in the interior of the United States. teach."

As Ron spoke, he walked up to him, covered Joe's mouth that was about to self-destruct with his hand and whispered, "Don't say anything, I'll buy you ice cream later." Then he turned to face everyone. There was no other way, he could only do it now. To the rescue.

"I didn't expect that this kind of school education with strong racial discrimination has spread to Los Angeles, an advanced international city. Uncle Pritchett, you must protest to the school, otherwise, who knows, they will still hand it over to Joe Some other random stuff.”

"That makes sense. I will go to the principal to protest on Monday." Before anyone could react, Old Pritchett nodded in agreement.

It's just that this kind of covert rhetoric is not bad for deceiving Gloria, a foreigner. Several other people have already shown suspicious eyes. Old Pritchett quickly asked Ron for help with his eyes. Ron waved his hand: "Don't worry, everything is fine." And me."

"But speaking of Thanksgiving celebrations, let's talk about your achievements. For example, you, Gloria, didn't go to the mall, but you completed the 100,000 steps a week challenge. This achievement is really amazing," Ron said holding the Using Gloria's pedometer, she deliberately asked in a puzzled tone: "I'm just a little curious, how come your walking route coincides with Claire's marathon route?"

Gloria's guilty expression changed, but it wasn't over yet. Bourne suddenly let out a confused "Eh" sound: "Wait, no, this route does not completely coincide with the marathon route. There is a distance of about three kilometers in the middle. It was a shortcut, so what on earth is going on?

You were halfway through the marathon with Claire and took a shortcut to come back early? Or did you put the pedometer on Claire, and then Claire took a shortcut while running to get first place? "

At this time, even Claire, who was drinking water, was no longer calm. With a "cough cough", she sprayed out the water she just drank through her nose.

Ron smiled playfully. Judging from their performances, Ron's guess was very close to the truth.

If you want to shift doubts about yourself, the best way is not to prove your innocence, but to immediately question others and muddy the water. In this way, when others are too busy to take care of themselves, no one will pay attention to your problem.

This was Ron's experience gained from playing script killing with his friends in his previous life, but he didn't expect to use it here.

Old Pritchett, who had been shrewd all his life, immediately understood Ron's intention when he saw this. He seized the opportunity to fight back and stood up pretending to be enlightened: "I know, what Ron said is true, I just said you were wearing high heels. You haven’t exercised much? How can you possibly walk 100,000 steps? You must have put a pedometer on Claire, right?!”

"I……"

Before Gloria could explain the reason, Alex had already begun to question her mother: "So I really took a side road, right? I just said that when I bought coffee, I didn't wait for you at the 5km waiting point, and I still I thought I accidentally missed it, but it turns out you never passed that way."

Like father, like daughter. When Claire saw the questioning pointed at herself, she had an idea and immediately pointed at Mitchell and shouted: "Mitchell didn't chase away the bad guys. He was playing with nunchucks at home. She accidentally smashed the house into a mess, but if you don’t believe it, she even used concealer to cover up a stick mark on her face! It must have been accidentally hit on her face when she was playing with nunchucks."

"It seems to be true," Ron wiped the concealer on Mitchell's face with his hands, and the scar underneath actually had a little text: "Made in MEIGUO, your nunchucks are not only from China. , and it’s a copycat. I’m curious, where did you get such a top-quality nunchuck?”

Old Pritchett asked curiously: "Where is MEIGUO?"

"It means America, but the pronunciation is the Chinese Pinyin pronunciation." Ron explained with a smile.

"I reported that Kawhi didn't win the football match based on his ability. He used the walkie-talkie to eavesdrop on the opponent's coach's tactics." Mitchell immediately followed suit and shifted the conflict to his husband.

In an instant, several adults in the room bit each other into a ball, but Ron and Old Pritchett had achieved their goal, that is, no one was paying attention to him taking Joe to skip school.

"This trick is so useful. Ron, they have completely forgotten about me and Joe now."

While several people were quarreling, old Pritchett secretly left the table and gloated to Ron.

"As long as you don't worry about them making a fuss."

"Don't worry, it's absolutely impossible. We can only ignore each other for two or three days at most. In that case, it would be better, just enough for me to live a clean life for a few days. Otherwise, we would come here to eat and drink from me every day. "Old Pritchett looked at the noisy children with a smirk. After watching for a while, he began to feel depressed again: "Why is my business so successful? None of the children's achievements can compare to old George's. What? You and little George are both so good. If Missy marries a good husband, Sheldon, who looks like the most abnormal one, is now a scientist."

"Needless to say, Uncle Priest, Luke has performed very well on my side recently. Maybe it won't be long before she can become an independent agent like me. And speaking of scientists, isn't it Alex? Can’t she become an outstanding female scientist in the future? Do you know that Sheldon, who is as stingy with your praise as you, has praised Alex more than once.”

"Maybe Alex can really succeed. I have always had full confidence in her. As long as he is sure that it is what she wants to do, she can complete it. Speaking of which, you didn't bring Sheldon here today. What has he been busy with recently? Woolen cloth?"

"There is a physics research project whose name I can't even pronounce. It seems to be called superasymmetry. Many people say that this research will give him a chance to win the Nobel Prize. Who cares, just make him happy,"

Ron waved his hands and said indifferently. However, what he didn't know was that when he was attending Thanksgiving dinner at Richett's house in his old shop, a "Ron" who looked exactly like him appeared in his apartment in Pasadena. , pushed the door and entered the room, the four people who were eating looked at him strangely,

"Ron, aren't you going to have dinner at Uncle Pritchett's house? Why are you back so early?" Sheldon asked in surprise.

"Because Uncle Pritchett gave me some experience tickets for the amusement park that hasn't opened yet. I can't wait to come back and share it with you." Ron took out a few experience tickets and handed them to the group of four.

"Westworld Amusement Park? Why have I never heard of this name?" Raj looked at the name on the reception sheet and asked strangely.

"Idiot, didn't you listen to what Ron said? This is newly opened, how did you know?"

"That's right, just like what Howard said, this is a newly opened amusement park. It's normal for you not to know." A stiff and strange smile appeared on Ron's face: "Do you want to go together? Imagine, a whole The playground is all ours, there are no other guests, and there are no queues for all the rides, so we will definitely have a great time.”

"No, I'm only interested in themed amusement parks like Disney and Harry Potter. I have no interest in Western-themed amusement parks like this." Sheldon shook his head: "Come on, I am a Westerner myself. , if you want to see what Westworld is like? Why don’t I go back to my hometown in Texas?”

"Then what if I tell you that all the waiters in this amusement park are highly simulated robots?" Ron continued to confuse: "It is said that from the appearance, there is no difference between them and real people. They even feel exactly like real people. I heard that We can also provide some special services~”

The foursome's eyes lit up. Ron's words of seduction really moved them. The robot successfully attracted Sheldon, and the word "special service" attracted three other little perverts.

Having something to do with another woman is considered unfaithful to your wife, but having something to do with a robot shouldn't be considered unfaithful, right?

If you have to count, is the vibrator the number one favorite among men?

"I'll go!" The four of them agreed in unison.