The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 206 The Crisis of the Small Cake Shop
In Pasadena, a small commercial street not far from Caltech, the sign of Max’s homemade small cakes is still flashing, but there are almost no customers in the store.

Well, the word "almost" is redundant, there are no guests at all.

And the two lovely girls stared at the expulsion order on the table and worried: "It's amazing that you can send a huge humiliation to your hand with only 46 cents!"

"Isn't it? After paying three months' rent in half a year, you have to leave? The hit rate is as high as [-]%, should we enter the Hall of Fame?" Max made a baseball analogy.

"Girls, I stopped by to buy a small cake and eat it on the way to the gym." The wind chime rang, and the customers came in, but it was their acquaintance, Sophie, who came in.

Caroline asked Sophie to sit down first, and went to get her the flavor she liked, but found that several flavors were missing from the kitchen window, and couldn't help asking: "Max, where is the lemon meringue cake?"

"No, not only that, berry fudge flavor, and purple velvet cake, we have a lot left every day, even the bohemian woman I give her a small cake every night says: 'Girl, yours Is the little cake shop going out of business?'”

"So, would you rather believe the idea of ​​a homeless man than the business plan of a Wharton graduate?" Ron walked into the store and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Oh~Caroline's Prince Charming~" Sophie's eyes were full of peach blossoms: "I'm so disrespectful now, Max, I need to use the bathroom to get my makeup done again."

"Please," Ron said with a smile on behalf of Max, picking up the expulsion letter on the table: "My girls, it looks like you are in trouble."

"No, this is not a problem, let me tell you what I plan to do!" Caroline snatched the deportation letter from Ron and tore it into pieces: "Look, the problem is solved!"

"Oh~ you tore up an expulsion letter~ this is what I used to do with my mother~" Max put his hands on his chest.

"Caroline, you understand, you just postponed the problem and didn't really solve it. If you want to solve it, I think it's better to pay the rent," Ron took out the stuffed thick Thick wallets weigh on fragments of deportation letter: "This is how this issue should be resolved."

"No, Ron, we can't spend your money anymore," Caroline picked up Ron's wallet and stuffed it back into his clothes: "To be honest, I suspect that the money on that fundraising account is all caused by you." , Ron, you can't do this, at least, let me retain my last dignity.

If you do this again, I would rather be a mistress to the old man I rejected before. "

Caroline also graduated from Wharton Business School. Although this degree is not good for a person from a family like her, she can graduate smoothly as long as Mr. Channing donates money to the school.

"No, I swear, that money has absolutely nothing to do with me." Ron raised his hand and swears, the fact is the same, those are the money left to her by Mr. Channing, and Ron even made money from this money The tax bonus was then handed over to Saul to continue operating.

Of course, this part of the money was returned to Saul by Ron and joined in the Caroline Venture Fund plan.

But because Ron's higher-level audit department is checking all fund accounts, it is not surprising that the current situation of the small cake shop is not surprising. Saul has suspended remittances to Caroline's fundraising account for more than three months.

Of course, it's not that there is no penny, or it would be too deliberate. It's just a few sporadic payments with a small amount, and the store's own turnover is not enough to support the huge expenses in the store.

That's right, this storefront is too big for their business, and Caroline is eager for success, and has invested too much money in decoration, so that the cost is spread even higher. Now, it has become a situation where riding a tiger is difficult.

However, even so, it shouldn't be forced into this state...

Ron asked his doubts: "If I remember correctly, there are several good schools next to this place. I really don't understand why the business is still like this when you two beauties are sitting here?
There are wretched nerds everywhere here, even if they just sit in the store and look at you more, they will spend some money in the store, right?I have a friend named Howard who will definitely do this and try to talk you up with all kinds of nasty things, can't it be that the little cake is out of fashion? "

"Yes, that's right, so they are in the small cake shop at the intersection, who made the little bitches in that shop wear bikinis to work?" Max complained.

"There's no way around it." Ron knew too well the lethality of bikini overalls on nerds, and it wasn't surprising that Max's store was blown to pieces.

"Max," Caroline held Max's hand: "I know the situation in the store is not optimistic, and I have been thinking about this problem all day, and even my dream is that I am paying the rent to Ryan. Gosling."

"Ryan Gosling?" Ron said with a bit of taste: "To be honest, your taste is really good. Many people have said that he looks a bit like me, so I forgive you for dreaming that it wasn't me."

"I swear, I only dreamed of him once, and every other time it was you." Caroline reassured Ron and continued, "I only hope that God can give me instructions and show us the direction we should go."

"Then I guess you and my mother must have a lot to talk about."

Dingling~ The wind chime rang again, and Caroline shook Max's arm excitedly: "Look! What did I say? A customer is coming! This indicates that our store will never fail, hurry up and pretend to be busy look!"

Max put on a haughty gesture: "Sir, I can't rush your order of 100 small cakes, because Oprah has been waiting in front of you for a long time, and she plans to make a small cake at home." Cake PARTY for her friends."

"Oh! Really? This news is so tragic for me~" Ron said in the exaggerated tone of a drama performance: "God knows how much I love your little cake, it is my spirit Food, if you don’t eat it for a day, you won’t feel the meaning of life!”

Ron squeezed his eyes quietly: "How about it, is the acting okay?"

"GOODJOB! Ron, next time you can try to be more emotional." Caroline praised in a low voice, and immediately put on a business-specific smile: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Hello, I'm Joanne Morse." The woman gestured beside her, and the man was responsible for the voice-over. It seemed that he had a lot of background.

(End of this chapter)