The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 306 Leonard's Forced Business
In the end, Ron still couldn't explain to Sapphire what kind of help he needed, or it was up to Howard to solve the problem.

This made Ron feel lucky that he brought Howard with him, otherwise Ron could only use the simplest and rude method, which was to knock the dancer unconscious and throw 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 stay with the four of them in the Caltech laboratory and have dinner together after experiencing the new version of the mecha.

In all fairness, the food in Caltech's cafeteria is good, but today's lunch is destined to be uneventful.

"Twelve o'clock direction, Principal Hibbert." Leonard had sharp eyes, and found that the principal who was supposed to eat in a special restaurant actually appeared in an ordinary restaurant.

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

"Maybe he is imitating Shakespeare's Henry V, visiting privately and wondering what his subjects think of him," Shelton said in a mocking tone: "Of course, if he reads the letter I sent him Any one of the 1300 emails about school administration, he wouldn't have to bother."

"I believe that if he has read any of them, he will not come here empty-handed in a suit like he is now, but at least bring a submachine gun." Of course, Ron knew how attractive Sheldon's mouth was. Hate, in all fairness, if murder was not illegal, he would have been killed many times.

"Maybe it's because he heard that there are potato sticks in the cafeteria on Tuesday today," Rajesh's speech caused several other people to glare. He could only lower his head and mutter to himself: "Anyway, that's why I came here." .”

"Hey, my most valued geniuses," the headmaster looked around the cafeteria for a week, and immediately found Sheldon and his group sitting in the corner, and walked over directly. Obviously, he came for them, but Ron's arrival surprised him a bit, but he adjusted quickly.

"And my dearest patron, Mr. Ron, your arrival has made our place flourish. You shouldn't be sitting here to eat. If you had told me earlier, I would have arranged a seat in the banquet hall. We can Have a good chat."

In an instant, the expression on Principal Hibbert's face changed from the smirk when he saw Sheldon, to Ron's true feelings. With this face-changing skill, even if you don't become the principal, you will have a good future as an actor .

This is normal, whoever becomes the principal will be full of enthusiasm in the face of tens of millions of big sponsors.

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

"OK, then we will have a chance to have dinner together again in the future." After dealing with Ron, Principal Hibbert returned to a kind smile, and put his hands on the shoulders of Sheldon and Leonard who were sitting side by side: "Today's How are you? My lovely little geniuses?"

"It depends on how long you plan to put your hand on my shoulder." Sheldon said angrily.

"Sorry, Dr. Cooper, I forgot that you have a phobia of close contact." Principal Hibbert showed a well on his head, but for Ron's sake, he immediately hid it.

"I'm not an intimate phobic, I'm just afraid of germs, and if you'd put on a pair of sanitized latex gloves, I'd even let you do a rectal exam."

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

"No problem, I have time." Ron agreed casually with nothing to do.

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

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

"Wait!" Shelton hurriedly stopped: "Just because there is a strange sorghum giving you candy, are you going to jump into the broken car of the human trafficker immediately? Didn't you hear what he said just now? This is a thank-you donor." dinner party, he wants us to please mediocre people who don't understand any science."

Hibbert looked at Ron's face worriedly, and found that everything was as usual, so he was finally relieved.

Although a talented scientist like Sheldon is precious, it is not worthwhile to offend a potential big sponsor.

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

"That's right, the brutal truth is true. Sometimes, we have to schmooze with certain people in order to raise research funds." Principal Hibbert and Ron bumped fists in the air, and assisted Ron to win Sheldon's first blood.

"I don't care, it's too low!" Sheldon was filled with righteous indignation: "I don't want to be led around to perform like the champion pig at the Texas Agricultural Fair in my hometown."

"No, Sheldon, you made a little mistake." Ron, who 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 fair is usually the best pig. Breeding pigs are not taken around for performance, but for breeding, and you are still a virgin, from this point of view, you are not qualified to compare with it."

"Hahaha..." The three of Leonard burst out laughing.

"Ron, you... you wait for me! When I think about refuting your words, I will send you a text message as soon as possible!"

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

"Of course," Principal Hibbert readily agreed to Ron's request. As smart as he is, he certainly knew which side to take in this situation. Turning around, he leaned into Shelton's ear and said in a vicious tone:

"Listen, you're all going to have to dress me up for this dinner party, and you're going to be explaining the research you've done to a bunch of old folks.

Otherwise, I swear to God, I'll burn your eyes out with a hot spoon, like that little boy in Slumdog Millionaire. "

Rajesh, as an Indian, certainly has the most say in this kind of story: "Oh, you must not want that."

(End of this chapter)