The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 509 Big Event

"It's nothing, I also need a house, and Phil's offer is very reasonable." Ron stretched out his fist and touched Claire's husband, Phil Dunphy.

"Of course, we are buddies, how can I do things that cheat my buddies?"

Just when Ron was planning to look for a house, it happened that the neighbor next door to Deng Fei's house was divorcing and selling the property. Ron went to see the house once and booked it after thinking it was good.

There is also a little episode here.

Just when Ron was about to pay the money, another marijuana dealer also took a fancy to the house and planned to increase the price to snatch it from Ron, but just when Phil thought that Ron might have a fight with him During the price war, when he was making a lot of money, Ron suddenly took out his business card and asked:
"Hi, I'm the IRS tax officer, did you pay taxes on the marijuana you sold?"

So, Ron not only bought the house, but even part of the money was paid by the hapless marijuana dealer.

"Welcome, Uncle Cooper." Several of Claire's children also surrounded him happily, among which Haili had the happiest expression. She stared at Ron cutely with starry eyes: "Uncle Cooper, from now on I Can I have a party at your house?"

Claire was already shaking his head at Ron behind Hayley, so Ron could only shake his head along with him.

"Of course not," Ron whispered while Claire was not paying attention, "However, if you can promise to clean up the house later, I have no problem sneaking away."

"Yeah!" Haili waved her fist excitedly.

"Hey! Don't think I didn't see it! Hailey, you're not allowed to hold a party at your uncle's house!" Claire said angrily, "Ron, you're spoiling them too much, Hailey is still a child."

"No, Claire, Hailey is an adult, and in a few years she'll be drinking with us, think what you were doing at her age? I was in junior high, but 'whatever Daring Claire's name, I've heard of it, wait!"

In the middle of Ron's speech, he suddenly showed a smirk, and Claire had a faint feeling of bad premonition, and sure enough...

"I remember that in another year, you should be pregnant with Haili..."

"What?! I was conceived when you were in college?" Hai Li was shocked.

"OK, these things are not what you should know, children, it's time for you to clean up the house. Anyone who hasn't cleaned up the house today will not be allowed to attend Uncle Cooper's housewarming party."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Claire quickly sent the children away.

"You guys also prepared a housewarming party for me? Thank you, but I don't plan to move here right now, I just come here for a couple of days," Ron said with a little touch: "After all, this is an old house, I Think I need to redecorate, Phil, can I give you that job too?"

"Of course, my buddy~" Phil readily agreed. Frankly speaking, Ron's attitude towards him was many times better than his father-in-law: "What style do you plan to decorate?"

"Modern and simple, it is best to replace the wooden floor with ceramic tiles, which is more convenient to take care of. I also need to change a batch of furniture, which looks ordinary, but actually has hidden compartments. Little odds and ends like pistols and grenades."

"As you know, my job is dangerous and I often offend people. It might not be surprising that there will be a shootout next door while you are sleeping."

The Dunphys were stunned by Ron's special request, and Claire pushed her husband with her arms: "Why do I now feel that having Ron as a neighbor is not as good as the marijuana dealer before? At least we won't be involved in any dangerous things .”

"Haha, it's just a joke, don't be nervous," Ron laughed amused by Claire's appearance, "I won't hide weapons everywhere at home."

Before Claire breathed a sigh of relief, Ron continued: "I will only install a Gatling machine gun by the windows in the front yard and the back yard. A friend of mine named Chris has decorated it like this. It worked really well."

Claire was overwhelmed by the thunder again, but she still asked with the last glimmer of hope: "This is also a joke, isn't it?"

"Of course not," Ron said regretfully, shaking his head. "Actually, if it weren't for the fact that Hailey might sneak out to the party through my yard at night, I'd like to plant a few more mines in the yard, even if it's an old-fashioned one." Bouncing Betty will do."

At this time, Claire finally gave up the last sliver of luck and covered her head in pain. It would be better to let the marijuana dealer live in. At least now that marijuana is legalized in California, the marijuana dealer will not be entangled with gangsters all day long like before. ……I guess so?

"This basement is good. It has enough space and can be transformed into a weapon room. It only needs a few shelves. However, the garage is a bit small and can only park two cars. I need a garage that can accommodate four cars. A normal Drive, one to be handsome, one to drive when you go out to work, and save one for escape at the end..."

Over there, Ron had already pulled Phil to start talking about his transformation plan, halfway through, the phone rang suddenly, Ron looked at the number, apologized to Phil and walked aside.

"Good afternoon, Ron, that distant cousin of mine has dragged you into care recently. How is he doing? I heard he's having a fling with the escort who helped him rehab."

"Jon Watson, the man who shares the rent with your brother happens to have the same surname. When you gossip about someone behind your back, at least please remember the person's name. This is basic courtesy, thank you."

Ron said angrily: "I think you are calling me overseas at this time, you must not want to ask about your cousin's recent situation, right? You usually leave this kind of thing to the secretary."

"So you also asked the secretary to call me back, right?"

"Of course, this is reasonable," Ron said as a matter of course: "Mycroft, I heard that you have always been a very busy person, why don't you let us skip this hypocritical British fake polite and talk directly? What are you looking for me this time?"

"Well, a major event happened in the UK recently. James Wilson died in his official residence at No. 10 Downing Street," Mycroft suddenly lowered his volume: "We are still blocking the news. An announcement will be made in a few hours."

James Wilson, the current Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, died in office just a year and a half into his term. This is a big event for the whole world.

"Sorry, but what does this have to do with me?"

"The doctor's initial diagnosis is that he died naturally in his sleep, but the intelligence department I am in charge of has a different opinion. They believe that James died of poisoning. I need your help, Ron."

(End of this chapter)