The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 341 The Golden Circle

The little farce Ron was talking about was, of course, the "co-sleeping door" incident that he, Rajesh, and Penny made.

But before he goes back, he still has one thing to do, which is to send little Carl back to school. Fiona called him just now, and little Carl played truant again. Ron didn't even need to guess, he knew he must With old Hannibal.

I don't know why, but Hannibal always has a strange attraction to Carl Jr.

Well, although Ron knows that the old and the young are together, there must be a lot of persecution of all kinds of little things, but it will be beneficial for Carl to learn some practical biological knowledge outside of class.

"Ron, you have to tell Carl that he has to go to school well. In the past, the family didn't have the conditions, but now, let's not say let him become a genius like his elder brother, but at least he can't become like his second brother who only messes with men. Come on brat!"

Fiona now speaks more and more like a hostess.

"I don't think there is any harm in skipping class properly. Yesterday I saw Hannibal holding a skeleton model to teach Carl about the structure of the human body, and it was rare that Carl listened very carefully. You know that Carl never listened carefully even in class. , Maybe he happens to have the talent in this area?

Maybe in the future he will become a doctor, don't you think? "

While Ron was on the phone, he pushed away Hannibal's transformation of the basement storage room into a biological laboratory, and Carl was indeed here.

"Fiona called me just now. From tomorrow onwards, go to class for me. If I find you skipping class again, I will stop your salary!"

Ron stuffed Carl into the car. School was over at this time, so Rowan had to send Carl home first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Carl sat in the car, he picked up the photo he put on the passenger seat and looked at it: "Cool! Ron, what is this?! Are we going to start investigating the case of the Golden Circle now? It's so cool Already!"

"Golden circle?" Ron glanced at Carl in surprise. He never thought that the source of news he gave up at the beginning would give him a pleasant surprise, but he still pretended to be calm: "You Do you know the person in the photo?"

"do not know."

"Then who is the Golden Circle you're talking about?"

"This is what I'm talking about," Carl pointed to the position on the chest of a deceased person in the photo, where there was a circle-shaped thing, which was a detail that Ron ignored: "Everyone said that this circle is pure gold, That's why they're called the Golden Circle, and they're the purveyors of the highest-end drugs in town right now.

Heroin, meth, ecstasy, marijuana... you name it, they have it, but the main thing is heroin.

There are a few students from good families in our school who are sucking their stuff. Every time they mention it, they look very proud. I really want to shoot each of them and open a hole in their heads! "

"There are high-end and low-end drugs?" This is the second time Ron has heard this statement today.

"Of course there is!"

Carl gave Ron a contemptuous look, his small eyes made Ron want to hit someone, of course, he did the same, and punched Carl on the head with a thud: "Speak up!"

"Yes! Boss!" Carl was shocked: "Actually, this division is very simple, because the concept of green health is not very popular recently, so everyone began to think that purely chemically synthesized drugs like methamphetamine are not healthy.

It just so happened that some drug dealers also took this opportunity to start marketing with this concept, promoting that heroin is a pure natural herbal refinement extracted from plants, bah~" Carl's disdainful expression was exactly the same as Ron's.

Ron's expression was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked. What kind of drug dealer is this? You have used the marketing concepts of the cosmetics industry here, but this is not wrong to some extent. Heroin is really a drug that comes from poppies. extracted.

However, its initial form is opium, and the further processed drug has a higher level of addiction than opium. Once it came out, the first generation of opium-based drugs was quickly eliminated.

"Who doesn't know that this is a tax on knowledge and business. Only those fools from rich families fall for this kind of scam. We children who came out of the slums know that ice is much better than heroin...Ah!"

Carl said it right, but got another blow on the head.

"As I said, no one of my people is allowed to get involved with that thing. One counts as one. If I find out, I will be fired immediately. Tell me, have you ever touched it?" Affected by the memory of his previous life, Ron said to The drug attitude is abhorrent.

"I swear absolutely not!" Little Carl immediately raised a hand and swore.

"You don't need to attend class tomorrow, let Fiona take you for a test, I want to see your test report, urine, hair, I want them all!"

Ron kicked Carl out of the car.

He began to feel that something was wrong. If he chose the drug case at the beginning to collect more taxes, now he realized that something was wrong. The involvement of this case seemed a bit too big.

Even when Uncle Fried Chicken’s business was the best, he only managed half of the business in the United States, but what Carl and Uncle Fried Chicken learned about this organization called the “Golden Circle” seemed to have already Controlled more than 80% of the drug trade in the United States.

Although it is impossible for these people to be all of them, but to be able to integrate these forces with different purposes, even with Ron's always critical eyes, he has to boast sincerely: the real TN is a talent.

Although it was a bit alarmist, Ron never felt that an organization that could integrate such a powerful force was enough to just sell goods. In order to earn more money, they must have greater demands for interests.

In other words, this group of people will definitely work hard!

Ron thought for a while, and immediately called Toretto: "Dom, how many friends do you have who never touch drugs?"

"I don't know, although I keep telling them not to touch that thing, but you know, in the United States, there are too few people who can never touch that thing." Toretto slid out from under the car and used the oily The dirty hand turned the phone to external voice mode and replied.

Of course Ron understood this, and couldn't help cursing secretly: "Damn American culture!"

"Why are you asking this?"

"I think we're going to be in big trouble soon, so I need to find some reliable people first, and the standard of reliability I define is someone who never touches that kind of bastard stuff, you understand?"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and began to plan ahead and calculate the manpower he could use.

Hank was born in DEA, hated drugs, and was absolutely reliable. Although Toretto raced, fought, and liked to fix other people's heads into squares with a wrench, Ron knew he was a good boy...

(End of this chapter)