The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 259 Pink Memories
"It's all your fault, what should we do now? Already...have you scared the snake out?"

After coming out of the classroom, Qin Feng was still complaining about Tang Ren, Tang Ren waved his hand impatiently: "I want to quickly catch that bastard back and exchange it for 500 million, who knows that those students are actually carrying gun!"

Ron took it for granted: "Otherwise, do you think? The United States is a country where you can legally own guns. Free America. Have you never heard of gun battles every day?"

"I was so scared to pee just now," Tang Ren said with lingering fear, "No, I really want to pee once I say pee, I'll go pee. Old Qin, junior brother, do you want to go?"

"No, let's go together. I'll go find a bar outside and sit for a while, and then I'll find the master. I haven't seen the master for a long time. Now that I'm in New York, I'll go and have a look."

Ron waved his hand. He didn't want these two unlucky people to be blocked in the toilet together, and he was not interested in being run wild in the street with his clothes torn to pieces.

With his temper, who would dare to treat him like this, he would have shot him a long time ago to let the other party see what his brain looks like, but he is very interested in watching other people perform on the street.

Ron walked out of the house, walked around a few streets like a walk, and finally stopped in front of an Irish pub, intending to go in for a drink.

But I don't know why, when Ron walked into the bar, everyone's eyes unconsciously focused on him, and what surprised Ron the most was that all the customers here were men!

And all of them were burly men in retro leather jackets, some of them wore headscarves, a standard American biker outfit.

Ron felt a little scared when he saw it. Could this be a gay bar?

and many more!

The more Ron looked at these people's outfits, the more familiar they looked, and finally remembered that this seemed to be the bar where Tang Ren danced in the movie!

That being said, there will be a good show later~
Ron walked to the bar, slapped the card on the bar, and rang the clock lightly: "Give me a bottle of Lone Star beer, and this round will be mine!"

Ron raised his beer: "Here's to the Giants!"

"Cheers to the Giants!" Everyone happily raised their glasses and celebrated from a distance, and the awkward atmosphere immediately became lively again.

In America, almost everyone cares about sports very much, except for nerdy types like Sheldon.

So whenever you're at an impasse with strangers, it's definitely a good idea to switch the conversation to your local sports team.

New York is best known for its three sports teams, the Knicks affiliated to the NBA, the Yankees affiliated to the Major League Baseball, and the veteran giants of the NFL.

The Knicks have become less and less popular in recent years due to their poor record. Although the Yankees are very popular, most of their supporters are New York natives known as Yankees.

And this group of people doesn't look like a Yankee. On the contrary, it makes Ron feel nostalgic for his hometown of Texas. Coupled with the reminder from the sign at the door, this group of people is undoubtedly a group of Irish red necks. .

Well, there is only one correct answer, and that is the Giants!

With the topic of the Giants and the advantage of Chinese, Ron quickly got along with everyone, and even won the respect of everyone in the audience with a good-bye kiss from Jacky Cheung.

"Ron, your Chinese is really good!" The boss of the motorcycle gang came over and had a drink with Ron himself: "How long have you been learning this? Just as fluent."

"It's normal. Who made Chinese the most difficult language in the world?" Ron raised his glass.

The boss of the motorcycle party bumped into him: "You can teach me Chinese when you have time in the future. I have always wanted to find a boyfriend in Huaxia."

When it came to the last sentence, the expression of the boss of the motorcycle gang was a bit shy, and Ron almost fell through his glasses. Brother, you don't even look at yourself, do you suit the expression of shyness?
Fortunately, at this moment, Ron has been waiting for someone to finally come.

I saw three panicked Asian men running into the bar. If it wasn't Tang Ren, who were the three?
"Junior brother, why are you here?" Tang Ren was also surprised when he saw Ron.

"Why don't you come to the bar to drink? Do you come to striptease like you?" Ron walked up to Tang Ren in a funny way, pulled the tight belt of his bright shorts so long, and then "cracked" Suddenly let go: "Are you in your birth year?"

"Ah~" Tang Ren called out shyly, "Junior Brother, you are perverted! Help us hide!"

Ron pointed to the bar next to the boss, and the three of them quickly burrowed into the bar. When Ron returned to his seat, he found that the boss of the motorcycle gang was staring straight at him: "Ron, was that your lover just now?"

"How is it possible? I like women. That person is my senior brother. We have learned Huaxia Kung Fu together."

The boss was overjoyed: "Then can you introduce him to me?"

"Of course." Ron sold Tang Ren without hesitation, pouted at the door: "As long as you can help him solve his troubles, I think he will fall in love with you.

If you have studied Chinese, you should know that in traditional oriental culture, there has always been a practice of giving body and soul to one's savior. "

At the entrance of the bar, Chinatown gangsters headed by Lu Guofu were used to entering, and a tall and thin subordinate under the leadership shouted at the unfriendly-looking crowd: "I want three fruit men!"

"Sigh~"

The three burly men in the bar here immediately tore off their shirts, revealing their muscular muscles.

"Dare to play me?" The thin-skinned monkey was furious, and the people on Lu Guofu's side took out their pistols one after another: "I want Chinese people!"

Of course, the motorcycle gang did not show any weakness, and immediately raised their own weapons, Chicago typewriter, HK416, M16... all kinds of rifles.

In an instant, the Chinatown gangsters lost a lot of momentum, Lu Guofu's face was dripping with sweat, and he took out a mobile phone with a black screen from his pocket with a pale face: "Hey, Uncle Seven, do you want me to go back to eat? OK, I'll go back now..."

While pretending to be on the phone, he slipped out in a desperate manner.

Tang Ren, Qin Feng, and Song Yi poked their heads out from under the table until everyone had left.

"Are they all gone?"

"of course."

"Thank you, thank you so much, Junior Brother, if it weren't for you, I would have been taken back by them." Tang Ren thanked each big man as he squeezed carefully.

"These are all your friends? Thank them for me. I will treat them to dinner when I go to Thailand some other day."

"They are friends of my friend, so it would be too troublesome to invite them to dinner, why don't you just express your thanks right now?" Ron showed a smirk, and Tang Ren felt very bad.

"Now? I don't even have a place to put money on me. How can I thank you?"

"You don't need to spend money, you just need to sacrifice a little time."

Tang Ren asked puzzled, "Time?"

"There is still a little bit of color." Ron clapped his hands, and the younger brother who had known him for a long time turned on the music, and Ron stepped aside to let out the strong man with a rose in his mouth.

The "swipe" boss picked up Tang Ren's buttocks, and the atmosphere of the whole bar was dyed pink with the music.

"Xia Tian quietly passed by to leave a little secret..."

(End of this chapter)