MTL - American Entertainment 1982-Chapter 164 Two salaries equals ingratitude
Chapter 164 Two Salaries Equal Ingratitude
Los Angeles, Long Beach.
Martin Hart swears to God, he has lived for twenty-five years, and every day before that added up is not as bizarre as today's experience.
The black people on the west coast are really unfriendly to their compatriots. I came to Long Beach on my first day, and I was surrounded by four **** niggers. They forced me to take off my new sneakers. Before I could take them off, a Cadillac limousine drove Come on, get out of the car a strong white man who looks like a white rhinoceros, and an old white man with a dull face who seems to be troubled by facial paralysis.
Then, when he saw the four black gangsters who were fiercely trying to **** his sneakers just now, his first reaction was not to **** the two white men who trespassed into the black community, but to kneel down after seeing their faces clearly. He stepped down, raising his hands above his head.
"Guys? How dare you **** **** the sneakers of your poor compatriots and pay homage to two white guys who got out of a good car? Are they the police? The Los Angeles police are really rich, Cadillac luxury cars..." Martin was puzzled asked some black people.
But the four blacks kept their heads down and raised their hands, completely ignoring Martin's questioning. Their looks made Martin wonder if these four guys were fake blacks. Blacks in Miami don't behave like this when facing the police.
"This guy didn't kneel down, he should be a tough guy." He heard the strong white man say to the old white man, "Maybe your name is useless, Mr. Page. In short, you lost ten yuan to me."
Page took out his wallet from his jacket pocket, handed George ten dollars in change, and then walked around Martin Hart, Martin sniffed: "It smells like a note, I'm a victim, officer, they're about to To **** my sneakers, you must have taught them a hard lesson before, so that they can develop a good habit of kneeling and raising their hands."
Page walked up to a dozen or so black people kneeling on the ground, and lightly kicked one of them: "Swear a few bad words."
"F*ck Cock!" The black man raised his head and cursed Page.
Page took out a pair of gloves and put them on his hands slowly, "The scolding is nothing new, and it is obvious that this sentence is scolding me, which means that he not only has no eloquence, but also has no eyesight, but I am used to it. In Long Beach, the most polluted place in the United States, it may be more difficult to find a black man whose brain has not been destroyed by pollution than to find an alien."
Before Martin was sure that these two people must be the police in this area, but when he saw the gloves in Page's hand, Martin Hart was a little suspicious.
If you're not mistaken, then it's not the equipment used by the police, but a smuggled product from Cuba. It's called electric shock gloves. It is said that it was developed by the Soviet Union for interrogation of prisoners. It is more powerful than the electric shock devices used by American police. In Miami, he'd had the good fortune of seeing his old **** cousins test the loyalty of their brothers with this thing, and it only lasted five seconds before the hapless **** lay incontinent, twitching on the floor.
"Shit! Have the police in Los Angeles already started using Soviet products?" Martin asked in fear when he saw the gloves.
Page ignored him, but put a glove with a metal sheet on the cursing black man's face, and flipped the switch with two thumbs. Under Page's stroking for less than three seconds, the black man's facial muscles convulsed and twitched a few times. Down, then fell to the ground foaming.
"Swear a few bad words." Page walked to the second kneeling black man.
Before the man could speak, Martin Hart raised his hands knowingly: "I can scold you! Sir! I can! And I won't scold you! As long as you don't shock me with that thing!"
Seeing Page looking at him and nodding slowly, Martin heaved a sigh of relief, then looked at the three black men and cursed loudly:
"Niggers, do you like fresh food? Heard you let mama down? Don't worry, I'll take care of them for you!"
Page froze for a moment, and said slowly, "You must not be a local **** in Long Beach."
"You two must not be police officers." Martin raised his hands and said to Page: "Sir, as long as you don't shock me with that thing, I can use different swear words to these **** for at least six hours in a row, and they can also rhyme , and even patting his belly to play a drum accompaniment if needed."
While flipping the other **** to the ground, Page asked Martin as if chatting with family, "Where are you from?"
"Miami, sir, Little Haiti in Miami." Martin watched several compatriots being electrocuted like fish out of water, convulsing on the ground: "There was a California senator named Pete Wilson on TV, saying that California is very tolerant to blacks , more tolerant than Miami... I swear, he will never get my vote in his life."
"Are you here to deliver the goods?" Page turned off the power switch of the glove, and searched Martin's body deftly: "There are several street gangs in Miami, which one do you belong to?"
Seeing Page turn off the glove switch, Martin breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to put his hands down: "I'm not a brother in the gang, I'm a barber, and I'm looking for opportunities in Los Angeles. I have a cousin named Richard who lives in Near here, I want to borrow his house, as far as I know, he may be a member of the gang..."
"Very well, I am the driver of the black TV station, we need someone like you." Page said to Martin.
"The driver of the black TV station?" Martin stared wide-eyed at the fellows on the ground who were foaming at the mouth, and then looked at Page: "The black TV station? Is it a special channel that broadcasts how to execute black people? Or is it the name of a white gang?" ?”
"No, it's a normal TV station, so you're lucky." Page shook his head, lowered his head, took out a cigarette and lit one and said:
"The black unemployment rate in Long Beach this year is as high as 50%. One in two black people is unemployed. You are lucky to be the one with a job."
Martin looked at the few lying on the ground, and at the black compatriots who passed by and witnessed all this but did not respond, and finally looked at Page in front of him: "Here in Los Angeles... TV stations use electric shock gloves to black barbers. offering jobs?"
"Sometimes the gun is used directly, usually depending on the opponent's reaction." Page said with a cigarette in his mouth, exhaling a puff of smoke.
Martin raised his hands: "Can I go back to Miami? Sir, I want to go back to Miami as an unemployed person now..."
"Of course, we don't force people, George, wake up these black people, give them the barber, tell them, help me take him back to Miami, if I see this barber in the South Bay again, send him These remnants of the Black United Vanguard went to see their chief." Page saw Martin rejecting himself, without any expression change, just turned and walked towards the car, and said as he passed George.
"Do you know, sir, I think a man should learn to seize opportunities." Martin saw that the brown bear-like white man was about to wake up the compatriots on the ground, and immediately took a few steps to catch up with Page.
Page glanced at him: "Are you literate?"
"I was admitted to a community college, majoring in hairdressing, and I have a barber certificate. I'm a college student, sir. It's true." Martin said, "By the way, can I put my hands down?"
"Are you good at swearing?" Paige opened the door and motioned Martin to sit on it.
Martin carefully sat on the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, touched the leather-wrapped seat, and said:
"Yes sir, when I opened a barber shop in Miami, those customers were very difficult to deal with, most of them were black, and you had to scold them so that they could understand that it wasn't that my haircuts were ugly, it was that they were ugly, if If you explain in a soft voice, they will think you are easy to bully, and then they will blame you for having eyes that look like ET's."
"What's your name? Barber?" Page also got into the car and continued to ask.
Martin saw outside, the strong man was pouring cold water on a few **** to wake them up, throwing a few change notes in front of them.
Looking at Page's expression looking at him again, he swallowed and said, "Martin Hart."
"Martin, I've decided to give you a job." Page lowered the car window, threw the cigarette out, and shouted to George, who was saying something to some **** who were shocked by him: "George, it's time to go."
Martin asked: "Excuse me, are you helping the host of the TV station to design hair?"
"No, you are a bodyguard." Page said to Martin.
"What?" Martin had a hard-to-understand expression on his face, and said to Page:
"I'm a barber, sir. If I knew how to fight, I wouldn't be nearly robbed of my sneakers by these guys."
"You don't need to understand." Page said seriously to Martin: "You just need to be responsible for cursing people."
Martin opened the car door and walked outside: "I want to get out of the car. If those guys want to grab my sneakers, let them go. I'd rather walk back to Miami barefoot than look for opportunities in Los Angeles. People here are crazy. It's..."
"The weekly salary is two hundred and fifty yuan, and there is a staff dormitory in Beverly Hills." Page continued while sitting in the car.
Martin closed the car door and sat back in the seat just now: "Sir, who do you want me to scold?"
…
Los Angeles, San Fernando Valley, Studio District.
The headquarters of almost all television stations in Los Angeles, as well as the television centers of CBS, ABC, and NBC, the three major American television networks on the west coast, are all located here.
Tommy Hawk's BlackTelevision, referred to as the headquarters of BT TV station is also located here.
In the United States, it is not difficult to open an independent TV station, but it is not easy to let the audience know about it and want to watch it.
The so-called independent TV stations do not belong to the three major TV networks, nor do they have any cooperation with them. This means that this TV station needs to spend real money to produce or purchase enough programs to broadcast on its own TV station.
So generally independent TV stations will not appear in small cities, because there is not enough audience base. The city with the most independent TV stations in the United States is Los Angeles, and New York will be ranked behind it.
Even next to the headquarters of BT TV station, there is another independent TV station. It is said that it seems to be started by a black NBA star. That guy bought a bunch of children's cartoons for regional broadcasting rights and broadcast them 24 hours a day. The reason why he started this TV station , because he did not realize the freedom of cartoons when he was a child, so when he got rich, he planned to open a TV station that only broadcast cartoons.
At this moment, at the headquarters of BT TV station, Martin Hart, who had already put on a black suit and was trying to imitate Page with a straight face, stood quietly with Page in the conference room. In Martin's eyes, Tommy, the boss who definitely had some serious illness, was Sitting in the conference room, he looked at the resigned BT TV CEO Wolf Tucker with a painful expression:
"Wolf, I can't understand why you do this, I believe in you so much, BT TV station started from nothing, I left it to you to handle it, you built it yourself, and then took people to SBG, Why?"
Wolf Tucker, the former vice president of CBS's KCVB channel in Los Angeles, is 42 years old this year and graduated from the University of Southern California. The commercial talk show "The Ned Show", the main program of the channel created by myself, even won an Emmy Award.
He's one of the top TV producers in California, and he's black.
Inviting him to join BT TV station is not as easy as giving more money or shares. This guy has ideals. Tommy's idea of a black TV station is the reason why he is willing to change jobs and poach the old department to help Tommy build the entire TV station framework.
It's just that he didn't expect that Tommy just wanted him to help complete the preparatory work of the TV station, and he didn't really plan to produce some in-depth black programs according to the idea when he was poached to change jobs.
Depth, are you kidding me? As early as the 1960s, there were TV stations for black audiences doing in-depth and enlightening programs, trying to raise the political awareness of the black group and let them understand legitimate rights. The head of the Black Panther Party's purchase of weapons was sent to prison, and the TV station was closed down.
Seeing Tommy's painful expression, Wolf Tucker said with some shame: "Tommy, even if I have to choose countless times, I am willing to stand side by side with you."
"The fact is that you left and went to the opposite company. The other party only promised to open a black TV station like BT for you, so you abandoned me." Tommy rubbed his face vigorously and hid it in the palm of his hand. Down, said in a muffled voice.
Wolf Tucker pursed his thick lips, looked at Tommy and said, "Your thoughts on BT and program design show that you really hope to create a black TV channel different from the past, which is also an attraction The reason why I resigned from CBS to join BT, you want to enlighten them, guide them, it's all very well, just... I can't wait for you, you said you're going to make all the shows independently, you can buy some shows, it doesn't have to be all The programs are all produced by myself, which would waste too much time. I don’t know if Miss O’Connor has conveyed my opinion. I really shouldn't have left, but I have to say, I don't want to be just a salaried slob, all your self-made ideas are crazy, need too much money, and... if the ratings are not high, it's easy to close down, I I don’t want it to be just a flash in the pan, but SBG also wants to launch a channel for black people, so…”
Hearing what the other party said, Martin whispered to Page: "He has a job where the boss pays him two thousand dollars a week, and he doesn't have to do anything, and then he betrayed the boss, right?"
Peppa nodded slightly.
"Can I scold this guy now?" Martin stared at Wolfe Tucker, and asked Page:
"It's not **** racial equality anymore. This Hawk boss should be black supremacist. He pays a **** two thousand dollars a week and doesn't need him to do anything. That **** betrayed him? I must wake up …No, lend me the gloves and I'll shock him in the **** to wake him up and see what a black life is like out there."
"What we want to do is a great cause, keep improving, in my imagination, all the programs of BT are produced by black people, black people participate, this can even help many black people find jobs, if we go to purchase, what is the difference with other TV stations Difference." Tommy put down his palm and looked at Wolfe:
"I'm a little irritable now, Wolfe, you are still my good friend, but I don't want to chat now, and I will invite you to be a guest another day."
Wolf sighed: "Tommy, I can talk to SBG and try to convince them that their black TV station will merge with BT TV station, and even let you be the majority shareholder, as long as you agree."
"Thank you for your kindness, Wolf." Tommy smiled bitterly: "You mean, my BT TV station has become history without even a first broadcast, and that is SBG, the sixth largest TV network in the United States... I said, I don't want to talk about these issues anymore, I'm tired."
"Tommy, if you insist, I'm willing to take everyone back..." Seeing Tommy's painful and tired expression, Wolfe couldn't bear it.
As soon as Tommy heard that the other party was willing to come back, Tommy immediately made a movement of turning the ring. Seeing that movement, Page lightly touched Martin's shoulder: "Start working."
"Nigger! Didn't you hear my boss say he's tired? Get out! Or do you want me to **** you for him next? You're a **** black shame! Mr. Hawk pays you two thousand dollars a week , You don’t need to do anything, and it has become your reason to attack him? Nig*er?” Martin immediately stepped forward, standing in front of Wolf Tucker condescendingly, his nose almost touching the other’s face, drooling Fly scolded:
"Are you staying here waiting for me to help you find a high school girl with a nice **** and a penis? I tell you, you're not getting anything, Ni*ger!"
"Martin! What are you doing! Apologize to my good friend Wolfe!" Tommy shouted at Martin angrily:
"I'm giving you this job because I want to learn about black people through you, not because I want you to make me lose all my black friends, Paige! Take Mr. Tucker away!"
Before Wolfe Tucker could react, he was greeted by a black man who suddenly appeared. He hadn’t dealt with low-level black people for a long time. Facing Martin’s continuous Nigger attacks, he was a little at a loss, even Not knowing how to retaliate, Paige led him out of the conference room speechlessly.
"How am I doing? Boss?" Martin looked at Tommy: "For this kind of person, you should see him and scold him once, and then let Mr. Page put on his gloves and frantically shock his asshole!"
"Martin, I understand your indignation, but Wolfe is my friend, do you understand?" Tommy looked at Martin and said.
Martin looked in the direction of the door, and then at Tommy: "I don't understand, did I scold him wrong? It was Mr. Page who asked me to scold him. Of course, I would also scold this bastard. He doesn't understand gratitude. Black people these days How hard is it to make a living? From the fact that I am a barber and now a bodyguard, I can see that the world is difficult."
Page pushed open the door of the conference room and looked at Tommy: "Mr. Hawk, is this guy's trial effect okay? If it's not good enough, I can go to Long Beach and grab another one for you."
"Yes, Martin is a man full of sense of justice. His probationary period is over. By the way, in the future, TV station employees will also be entrusted with haircutting and hairstyle design work. Martin should be given a chance to improve his haircutting skills." Tommy stood up, Pat Martin on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging smile, and then walked outside:
"I want to chat with the new employees about the idea of the TV station. Martin can take a break, because they are all white. If I want to scold, I will scold myself."
When only Page and himself were left in the conference room, Martin walked towards Page with a smile: "Does this mean that I can earn two salaries? I fell in love with this job. To be honest, a generous boss like Mr. Hawk , it’s rare these days…”
"Yes, but I suggest you give up one." Page took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and said seriously to Martin.
Martin was puzzled: "Why? I have to help the boss scold those ungrateful niggers, and I also help the employees cut their hair. These are two jobs."
"If you want to receive two salaries, in the eyes of the boss, it is tantamount to ingratitude." Page exhaled a puff of smoke, and said seriously to Martin.
(end of this chapter)
