Daily life of an American TV drama agent

In the end, Ron still failed to explain to Sapphire exactly what kind of help he needed, and it was still up to Howard to solve the problem.

This made Ron feel lucky that he had brought Howard with him. Otherwise, Ron could only use the simplest and crudest method, knocking the dance artist unconscious and leaving it to Li Han to explain himself.

Fortunately, this matter was finally resolved, and Ron was able to return to his calm daily life. He even had time to spend time with the foursome at the California Institute of Technology laboratory, and even stayed to have dinner together after experiencing the new version of the mecha.

To be fair, the food in Caltech's cafeteria is pretty good, but today's lunch is destined to be uneven.

"Twelve o'clock, Principal Hibbert." Leonard's sharp eyes found that the principal who was supposed to be eating in the special dining hall actually appeared in the ordinary dining hall.

"Why did the president of the university come to inspect the cafeteria?" Ron asked with some confusion.

"Perhaps he is imitating Shakespeare's Henry V, who paid a private visit incognito and wanted to know what his subjects thought of him," Sheldon said in a mocking tone: "Of course, if he reads what I sent him Any one of 1,300 emails about school administration, he wouldn’t have had to go through so much trouble.”

"I believe that if he had read any of these letters, he would not come here empty-handed in a suit like this. Instead, he would at least bring a submachine gun." Ron certainly knew how attractive Sheldon's mouth was. Hate, to be fair, if killing was not illegal, he would have been killed countless times.

"Maybe it's because he heard that today, on Tuesday, French potato sticks are available in the cafeteria." Rajesh's statement caused several other people to look at him angrily. He could only lower his head and muttered to himself: "Anyway, that's why I came here. .”

"Hi, my most valued geniuses," the principal looked around the cafeteria for a week, and immediately spotted Sheldon's group sitting in the corner, and walked over directly. It was obvious that he was here for them, but Ron's arrival surprised him a little, but he quickly adjusted.

"And my dearest patron, Mr. Ron, your arrival has made our place full of glory. You shouldn't sit here to eat. If you had told me earlier, I would have arranged a seat in the banquet hall, and we could Let’s have a nice chat.”

In an instant, the expression on Principal Hibbert's face changed from the fake smile when he saw Sheldon to Ron's true feelings. With this change of face, even if he is not a principal, he will have a good future as an actor. .

This is normal. Whoever becomes the principal will be full of enthusiasm when facing tens of millions of supporters.

"That's not necessary. I'm more accustomed to being with my brother, so that we can talk about work while eating, so that they can better understand my needs."

"OK, then we'll have a chance to have dinner together in the future." After Principal Hibbert dealt with Ron, he returned to a kind smile and put his hands on the shoulders of Sheldon and Leonard, who were sitting side by side: "Have a good day today. How are you, my cute little geniuses?”

"It depends on how long you plan to keep your hands on my shoulders." Sheldon said unhappily.

"Sorry, Dr. Cooper, I forgot that you have a phobia of close contact." A tic-tac-toe appeared on Principal Hibbert's head, but for Ron's sake, it was immediately hidden.

"I'm not a contact phobe, I'm just afraid of germs, and I'd even like you to check my rectum if you'd put on a pair of sterile latex gloves."

"Okay," Hibbert smiled at Ron pretending to be relaxed, but the smile was a bit forced. To be honest, Ron had begun to feel a little sorry for the poor principal: "There is a small school in the school this Saturday night. Banquet, thank you to those who have been generous to the school recently, we welcome you, Mr. Ron."

"No problem, I have time." Ron agreed casually without anything else to do.

"Of course, you are also welcome, my little geniuses. When the time comes, we will have good wine, delicious food, and maybe a few sweet girls. Do you want to come with us?"

"Of course! It sounds really great!" Howard, Rajesh and Leonard immediately agreed.

"Wait a minute!" Sheldon quickly stopped: "Just because some weird guy gave you candy, are you going to jump into the trafficker's broken car immediately? Didn't you just listen to what he said? This is a thank you to the donor. At the dinner party, he wants us to please those mediocre people who don’t understand any science.”

Hibbert looked at Ron's face with some worry, and found that everything was normal, and finally felt relieved.

Although talented scientists like Sheldon are precious, offending a potential big sponsor is not worth the gain.

Ron spread his hands: "Yes, that's right, I am rich, how about it? If you don't want to please me, why don't you ask the respected President Hibbert, where do your research funds come from?"

"Yes, the cruel fact is true. Sometimes, we have to flirt with certain people in order to raise research funds." Principal Hibbert and Ron fist bumped in the air, assisting Ron to win Sheldon's first blood.

"I don't care, this is too mean!" Sheldon was filled with indignation: "I don't want to be led around and performed like the champion pig at the Texas Agricultural Fair."

"No, Sheldon, you made a mistake." Ron, who had gained the upper hand in the verbal confrontation with Sheldon, happily wiped his mouth with a napkin and continued to pursue the victory: "The champion pig at the agricultural expo is usually the best. Breeding pigs are taken around not for performance, but for breeding, and you are still a virgin. From this aspect, you are not qualified to compare with it. "

"Hahaha..." Leonard and the other three laughed.

"Ron, you... just wait for me! When I think of my words to refute you, I will send you a text message to tell you as soon as possible!"

"I think you're still not busy enough," Ron raised his head and asked Principal Hibbert with a smile: "Mr. Principal, can I just represent myself and ask a 'great' scientist like my brother from your school to come to the banquet?" Could you explain to us the research he did?"

"Of course," Principal Hibbert readily agreed to Ron's request. As smart as he was, he certainly knew which side to take in this situation. He turned around and said in Sheldon's ear in a vicious tone:

"Listen, you all have to dress up in formal attire for me to attend this banquet, and you have to explain the research you have done to a group of old people.

Otherwise, I swear to God, I will burn your eyes out with a red-hot spoon, just like the little boy in Slumdog Millionaire. "

As an Indian, Rajesh is of course the most qualified to respond to this kind of story: "Oh, you don't want that."