The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 127 The Gallagher Family Appears

the next day.

On the other side of Los Angeles, the neighborhood is almost entirely composed of old houses and dilapidated old factory buildings. In an old house full of plants, a busy day begins the moment you wake up in the morning.

At [-]:[-], the eldest sister Fiona woke up her younger brothers and sisters one by one. Regardless of the two younger brothers who were fighting for the right to take a bath first, they started preparing breakfast in an orderly manner.

It wasn't until he saw the schedule posted on the refrigerator door that he secretly cursed a word starting with "F", and put the milk and an empty cardboard box on the dining table.

"It's time to pay the electricity bill!" I set an example and was the first to stuff a bunch of crumpled banknotes into the box.

"OK." The younger brothers and sisters, no matter how big or small, stuffed the money into the box one by one, and no one escaped the responsibility of being a member of the Gallagher family.

In reality, however, none of them is an adult except for the eldest sister, Fiona.

This may seem unbelievable to ordinary people, but this is the normal state of the Gallagher family. For ordinary people, life may be a cup of afternoon tea in the afternoon, or a cup of coffee when they are in a hurry to work.

But for the Gallagher family, life is living.

It's not easy just to be alive, but fortunately they still have each other.

Not enough milk?It's not the first day for Fiona to take care of the house. She directly picks up the milk bucket and connects it to the water pipe. Anyway, the function of milk is to make oatmeal, and the Gallagher family can't afford anything else for breakfast.

As long as there is a little milky taste, it is good to soak the cereal.

The younger brothers and sisters passed the cartons one by one, and every time they passed by, the money in the box was added a little more, and when it was passed to Fiona, it had already doubled the original amount, and the money was basically enough.

Everyone in the Gallagher family is a good earner, even the youngest...

"Where's Carl? Why haven't you gotten up yet?!" Fiona noticed that there was one person missing at the table.

"Here I am~" Carl walked to the dining table wearing a brand new sweater, which no one else had seen him wear, which was unbelievable as one of the youngest children in the family.

Because Carl always wore the leftover clothes of his two older brothers and never wore a new one.

However, the other family members did not express any surprise. Maybe Karl got the clothes from somewhere?Stealing and deceiving is not a piece of cake for the Gallagher family.

"I need some materials for class presentations, about $18." After a wave of ups and downs, the younger sister Debbie looked at the money box eagerly.

"I give extra lessons to others after school, and I can earn another 10 yuan." The eldest brother took over the conversation and turned his head: "Did Carl put money in it? You are almost 9 years old, and you should already start supporting your family."

"Yeah, get a real job instead of stealing from church donation boxes all the time."

"Hi!" Carl was dissatisfied with the status quo of being ignored, and patted the table: "I'm already supporting my family! And earning more than you all! Look at this, Franklin!"

Carl took out a shiny green bill and threw it into the cardboard box triumphantly, admiring the envious eyes of others.

he thought...

Fiona immediately grabbed Carl's shoulder with a serious face: "Where did you get this money? What did you do? Did you transport drugs for someone! How many times have I told you? This kind of thing must never be done !"

Her father has done a lot of things, and he is even a super "big chrysanthemum" that is well-known in the industry. He is famous for being able to ship 16 packages at a time. God knows how he stuffed so many packages into it.

"I didn't!" Carl stubbornly broke away from his sister's hand: "This is the money I earned from part-time jobs. The BOSS is very generous. He only gave 200 US dollars for one time. He also said that he would ask me to do it next time he has a job."

"He?" The second brother keenly noticed that he used the word "he" instead of "her", with a strange expression on his face: "What kind of job? Did he take off your pants as soon as he entered the door, or his own pants?"

Hearing this, the family watched Karl nervously.

"None! The boss just asked me to help him play the remote control plane, fly into the middle of the gangsters like a game, and then detonate the plane, 'boom', blowing them to pieces."

"Can you earn so much money by playing games for others?" The eldest brother Philip thought thoughtfully. He is a top student and has a strong learning ability. He began to wonder if he could also use this method to earn some money.

Completely ignore what Carl said is "like playing a game" instead of "playing a game".

"Well, if the BOSS plans to find someone to play games with him next time, remember to bring us all along. The tradition of the Gallagher family has always been to earn money together."

"I said it all, it's work! It's not playing games!" Carl stood on the stool angrily: "Why don't you believe it? You wait, I even brought back the remote-control plane that I used to work!"

Carl jumped off the stool and ran back to the room. After a while, he came back with a strange-looking remote control plane. It was the drone that Ron lost.

The strange appearance is because the remote control aircraft that everyone plays now are generally imitation piston model aircraft, or helicopter type with single lift wing and an auxiliary propeller.

It was the first time they had seen such a freak with four propellers.

This is not surprising, not to mention them, even professional model aircraft players have never seen it. This is a patent that Ron has just applied for, and there is no plan to share it with others for the time being.

"What kind of remote control plane is this? How come there are four propellers? It's a freak!"

Right here, the door of Gallagher's house was knocked, and Fiona pushed Carl on the stool to let him eat first, and asked her eldest brother to open the door.

It was Ron outside the door.

"Hello, sir, this is Gallagher's house, who are you looking for?" Philip said timidly.

It is not surprising that he, who has always been bold and reckless, behaved like this. It is because Ron's appearance is too oppressive for him.

One look at the handmade suit, which is worth a lot of money, and the well-polished leather shoes matched with the meticulously combed hair. He only saw this kind of dress in the upper-class wine meeting when he was a waiter.

This is the equipment that rich people can afford. If it's just a rich person, it won't make him feel timid.

What really scares him is that this is the worst area in Los Angeles!A person dressed like this, walking through this street swaggeringly in the daytime, but not being robbed with only a pair of underwear left, only shows one problem.

That is, this person is very difficult to mess with!
You know, those gangsters outside don't have an eight-hour work system!They are open 24 hours!

It is impossible to see a man dressed like this walking down the street in the morning without feeling malicious.

"Good morning, little gentleman," Ron didn't pay attention to Philip who was blocking the door with his body, and directly pulled him aside with his hands, and walked into the room on his own.

That power made Philip unable to resist the slightest thought.

"I'm just here to find a cute kid named Carl, who accidentally took my toy home," Ron happened to see the drone on the table, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yes ,This is it."

(End of this chapter)