America 1982-Chapter 512 - 98: Beast Fight_3
"Why?" Martin furrowed his brow in confusion. "Generally speaking, as long as the client pays generously, the blacks don’t mind the rudeness of their attitude."
"Because the black kids in the photo are his own with his wife, and they’re really good at reproducing—six kids are all his. Unknowingly, I painted three of their kids white and the other three yellow," Tommy said, biting into an apple. "Luckily, Page and his badge have a certain deterrent effect on blacks, or else I guess that guy was ready to tar me black."
Martin was stunned for a moment, then asked, "You... went to a black man’s furniture store to buy furniture, and painted the black man’s children white?"
"Don’t even suggest I’m racist; I painted them yellow too, I like people of color," Tommy swallowed his apple. "Let’s change the topic. How did things go with the union negotiations with Jeff, Allen, and Zack?"
Martin averted his gaze and shook his head. "It’s a bit challenging. The union president has some Cuban blood, and after hearing Jeff’s campaign slogan, the fact that he didn’t kill Jeff on the spot, I think he’s really a man of great patience. It was utterly impossible to talk about any issues."
"Don’t be so absolute. Even Castro can be negotiated with, so why not with a mixed Cuban bastard of a union president? The union’s demands, the personal demands of the union’s upper echelons, think about it, there has to be something. It’s not like all these plumbers are saints. Even if they just want to know where to find cheap prostitutes, as long as there’s a desire, we can seize the opportunity to get involved." Tommy looked towards the four who had visited the union, urging them to think harder.
How could the plumbers have no demands? Tommy believed there definitely were some; it’s just that these guys weren’t observant enough.
Jeff, Martin, and Zack all slowly shook their heads to indicate they found nothing, whereas Allen thought hard for a while before hesitantly saying to Tommy:
"It’s not that there’s nothing. I’ve heard some rumors that the guy has a wife and kids, but he’s actually gay. I heard it when I went to the union for free legal consulting and went to the restroom during a break. Inside a bathroom stall, I overheard two guys talking while they were peeing outside."
Tommy’s interest was immediately piqued, and he sat up straight on the couch: "See! I told you, as long as it’s a person, they’ll have desires. Well done, Allen. In the future, hang out in the restrooms more often; I’ll suggest to Martin that you get double your hourly wage for toilet time."
"Impossible, that guy is even tougher than me, and he’s gay? He has a wife and two children yet fancies men?" Jeff looked incredulously at his friend.
Allen just shrugged: "I’m not certain, it’s just what I heard in the bathroom; I don’t even know who said it."
"That’s not important. We’ve got a bona fide gay beauty in our team—Marcus! Look, which gay man could resist your charm?" Tommy immediately flashed a smile at Marcus: "I think..."
"I’m here to be a stylist, not a prostitute!" Marcus glared at Tommy, offended.
Tommy immediately offered a price: "If Jeff would pay you double, would you consider a side job besides your main one as a stylist?"
"I... would need to see if that man is to my taste," Marcus hesitated.
Tommy continued to encourage: "You can carry a poster of Tom Cruise in your pocket, and when you get to bed, tape the poster over that guy’s face! Or any other male celebrity you like, like Michael Jackson, Michael Jordan, or even Mike Tyson... And I think..."
"Uhh... I don’t think Marcus is quite right for this," Allen interrupted Tommy’s seduction.
Tommy looked puzzled at Allen, the one preventing him from coaxing Marcus into the seduction mission: "Why not? Marcus is a real gay, whoever the hell says Marcus is a straight man, I’ll throw him and Marcus into a room together for a week."
"It’s not that Marcus isn’t gay. It’s the message I heard... that guy is a bottom, he would need a stick, not Marcus who’s another bottom," Allen seriously clarified: "I remember now, yes, those two guys outside the urinals were certain he’s a bottom."
Tommy’s eyes widened: "A guy tougher than Jeff is a f***ing bottom?"
Seeing Allen nod, Tommy looked toward Martin:
"All right, Martin, do any of your interns play the role of the faggot with a stick?"
"No," Martin quickly shook his head immediately.
Seeing Martin’s evasive tone and attitude, Tommy complained very dissatisfiedly, "Martin, how many times have I said it? You must focus on diversity when forming a team, don’t discriminate against homosexuals, don’t discriminate against black people. America is an inclusive country~ I also support racial equality. Every time I go to the supermarket, I remember to donate an extra US dollar to the foundation for children of color when I pay my bill."
"I know, but if I may say so, boss, in all the time I’ve been with you, I’ve never seen you go to the supermarket to buy anything yourself." Martin opened his mouth and said speechlessly.
Tommy ate most of his apple in a few bites, "That’s not important. What matters is that if we don’t have any Gays, one of you will have to be willing to step up and face that Cuban faggot, literally." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Seeing that no one responded, Tommy stood up, tossed the apple core into the trash can, and looked at the men, "Think about the generous pay Jeff provides you. Don’t you feel ashamed? Unwilling to sacrifice anything for him! How can you even stand here? Marcus, if you consume some glory and dignity, can you act the part of the second man?"
Marcus just turned away and ignored Tommy’s crazy talk. It took a real beast devoid of conscience to say something like that.
But apparently Tommy didn’t mind, "Okay, if not, I propose Martin, Allen, Zack, plus Lance who is cleaning cars outside. The four of you draw lots to decide who steps up. Martin, as the manager, set an example... you go first."
Hearing the boss asking him, Martin Hart, to step up and set an example, Martin quickly turned his brain, and suddenly, a lightbulb went on over his head. He eagerly opened his mouth and said, "Allen! Allen! Allen is the best choice! Jeff mentioned to me that Allen has enjoyed the mouths of animals like zebras and giraffes at the zoo. He can get hard even with animals, so I think a man shouldn’t be a problem."
Tommy looked at Allen in shock, "Enjoying free mouth service at the zoo? You’re the most important member of this team, we need employees with diverse sexual orientations like you, who are bulletproof when thrown into various challenges."
"Me? You want me to blow a burly guy who looks like a bear? When did I become a faggot?" Allen looked bewildered, glancing from Martin to Tommy as he spoke.
Martin glanced at his wristwatch, "One minute ago."
"How do I not know I’m a faggot?" Allen frowned.
"You don’t need to know, you just need to go do what faggots are supposed to do," Martin continued.
"What’s that?"
"Screw a faggot."
Page walked in from outside, handing Tommy’s phone to him, "Boss, Mr. Stephen Binn is calling."
"What is it? Don’t bother me if it’s nothing, focus on watching that old couple and the kid," Tommy said, taking the phone.
Stephen’s voice came through the phone, "A lobbyist is at the door. Rosario Kennedy’s campaign manager, Tom Chafee, is waiting in the hotel lobby for my notice."
"Haven’t I taught you how to deal with those guys?" Tommy said, dissatisfied.
Stephen continued, "Eliana Leti’s campaign team from the Republican Party also sent their number three person over. They’re waiting in the hotel lobby too. So, should I give each one a gun and let them duel in the lobby, then talk to whoever survives?"
"No need, just let me ask my mature mistress who I got especially for the old man’s lawyer to go down, that’ll do. Once they see the lawyer, the Arena’s fight officially begins."
