Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Hey, Ron, why are you?" Max was full of surprise: "Why are you in this neighborhood?"

"As you can see, I'm jogging in the morning." Ron swung his arms and made a running motion, but his feet remained still.

"Hi, Su Bao." Caroline's pony recognized Ron, snorted, and rubbed against him affectionately.

"If I remember correctly, you should live in Pasadena. Don't tell me that you ran from there to Los Angeles in the early morning?" Max showed a look of realization: "Are you planning to date Caroline? ?"

Ron put his hand on Max's shoulder: "Why can't it be a date with you?"

"Me? How is it possible? I'm not a princess who came down to earth."

Max's words inevitably brought out a strong sourness. Ron lowered his head and kissed Max gently on the head. The latter's body shook slightly, but he did not resist. Ron felt that this was a Good start.

"I don't know how to explain it to you. I really ran here in the morning. As I ran, I felt that the road was a bit familiar. Really." Ron said helplessly: "I have been staying in a hotel for the past two days and participated in two events in a row. Celebration party.”

"Hotel?" Max raised his voice: "Are you talking about the Marriott International Hotel over the road?"

"That's right." Ron replied without knowing why. At the same time, he had a vague feeling in his heart, but he didn't know where this bad feeling came from.

"Ron!" Max said in an angry tone: "That's the Marriott International Hotel! Their buffet is very famous around here! As long as you agree to take her to eat there, who of the girls living nearby will I don’t even mind spending the night with you!

Such a nice place, you ate there for two days and you didn’t even call me! Unfortunately, I thought we were good friends! "

Ron finally thought about what he felt was wrong.

Max is different from all the girls he has met before. She is a girl who would exclaim at the "shoe rack" at Caroline's house, let alone the Marriott Hotel buffet, which has always been synonymous with "luxury" in her heart. .

But even if he knew it, he still couldn't bring Max with him. On the first day, Ron was taken to the Hollywood celebration party by Megan. Megan was a very jealous person, and she always thought of herself as Ron's girlfriend. Who knows? What would the woman do when she saw Max?

Ron looked at the angry Max and suddenly had an idea. He directly supported Su Bao's bare horse and rode up, and reached out his hand to Max condescendingly.

"This beautiful lady, I wonder if I can have the honor of inviting you to breakfast as an apology? Although the breakfast in the hotel is not as rich as the buffet in the evening, the bacon and ham should be pretty good. I just have two breakfast rolls."

Ron's room is a double room, so it's not surprising that there are two breakfast rolls. Based on Ron's experience yesterday, the ham for breakfast is Iberian ham, which is worth tasting.

"It won't take long, right? I have to go to work later." Max's expression was a little relaxed, mainly because Ron riding a bareback horse is so handsome!

Not everyone can do bareback riding, it must be a very experienced senior cowboy, and in American culture, this is also a very manly behavior, but Ron took advantage of her unpreparedness and, after her exclamation, Zhong took Max's hand and pulled her onto the horse.

"Because there is no saddle, it will be very bumpy, but it is only a short distance, is it okay?"

"Of course~" Max was confident.

"Then, fight!"

Ron gave the horse a gentle nudge in the belly, and the smart horse immediately took them galloping down the street, and immediately returned to the door of the hotel. Then, while the doorman was stunned, Ron jumped off the horse like an ancient general, and drove them to the hotel. Max hugged him down.

Next, it seemed so logical to have breakfast and go back to the room to calm Max's mood. If it weren't for Max's nanny work to do, the two of them would have spent another day in the Noh Hotel.

But there was no way, even with Ron's power of rhetoric, which was good at arguing, he couldn't make Max give up the job that didn't seem to be very good now, so he could only let her go back.

When Ron was about to take a nap, he was called again by Howard's phone: "Ron, we are in some trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Ron sat up from the bed: "Didn't you say that you can handle this little toy in one night?"

"It's all Rajesh's fault," Howard immediately put the blame on the Indian: "I overestimated his programming skills. Rajesh, an idiot, can't even handle the simplest flight control technology..."

Howard didn't finish speaking, but Rajesh's fierce protest immediately came over the phone.

UAV flight control program? Ron didn't quite understand it, but after thinking about it, he knew that it was definitely not an easy task to control the rotation speed of the four propellers to achieve stable flight, and to be able to move freely forward, backward, left, right, up and down.

And Rajesh is just an astrophysicist, so that’s not his fault.

"Wait, I'll be there soon." Ron had no choice but to change his clothes, check out, and drive to Caltech.

Half an hour later, in Caltech's Howard Laboratory, Ron saw the "semi-finished product" lying on the experimental table. "Semi-finished product" was just Howard's term. In Ron's opinion, it was basically the same as the drone he had seen in his previous life. No difference.

Ron covered his head, which had a headache from the quarrel between the two of them, and asked, "Okay, who of you two can tell me what's going on now?"

Rajesh gave Howard a subtle poke.

"Uh..." Howard could only introduce it to Ron aloud: "As you can see, I have finished all the mechanical design work, including the installation of sensors and other things. It can be said that it is now a mature machine. works.”

"So, why can't it fly now?"

"We need a program, a flight control program to control its flight, do you understand? It's like..."

Ron interrupted Howard's explanation: "At least I am a Harvard graduate. Although I majored in humanities, I can still understand it, so I can understand that it only needs a suitable program to fly now." Get up?"

The two scientists nodded in unison.

"Do you think Sheldon is good enough to do this procedure?" Ron asked tentatively.

Of course he knew that with Caltech's standards, there must be a lot of people who could complete this work, but he just didn't want a stranger to be involved in his plan.

However, the result could only be disappointing. The two thought for a moment and shook their heads.