Long Beach, inside a neighborhood bar called Clarity in the Black Community of North Long Beach.

Two black police officers in police uniforms stood in the corner of the bar, smoking with Mr. Page, an old colleague they hadn't seen for a long time, and laughing and talking quietly.

Tommy's bodyguard, mouthpiece, barber, and TV actor, Mr. Martin Hart, at this time shirtless, wearing only an Armani suit without the label removed, wearing a shiny gold watch on his wrist, in addition to the lush chest hair on his chest, the most conspicuous thing is the gold necklace that is almost as thick as a baby's arm, and the middle and ring fingers of both hands are wearing gold diamond rings, standing in the center of the bar at this time, with a straight face, holding a beer in his hand, He looked solemnly at the forty or so black men and women who had been invited in by the police and Paige in the bar.

He looks like the gang bosses in the black community, while Page and the police next to him are more like his personal bodyguards.

The blacks obviously had an impression of both the police and Page, but they felt a little strange about Martin's identity, why the two black cops and Page, a former police officer who was notorious for murder in the black neighborhood of Long Beach, looked like a follower who obeyed him.

Who is this black man who is sacred? Even Lott Page, the black butcher, worked for him?

Just now, in full view of everyone, the old white man from Page personally opened a beer and handed it to the domineering black youth.

It's been many years since North Long Beach has seen this kind of domineering black bigwig that can only be seen in Compton Los Angeles.

"Martin, Martin Hart, is my name." Martin slowly poured a sip of beer into his mouth, then looked around at the black people sitting in the seats in front of him, tried to learn the tone of the black gang elders he had seen in Miami, and said arrogantly:

"Listen,, I want you to do me a little favor, sit here for sixty minutes, enjoy whatever you want to drink and eat, and leave with a gift for each of you, Peppa, and show them what I'm going to give."

Page spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, walked to the utility room in the corner of the bar, took out a medium-sized cardboard box from inside, walked to the center of the bar and opened it, there was a box full of carton packaged food, all big brands, not cheap bargains in the supermarket, milk, organic oats and some fruits, in short, a full box.

"Enough food for a family of four for two days, Mr. Hart gave you." Page finished speaking and stepped back behind Martin.

Seeing Paige's humble performance towards Martin, the blacks present couldn't help but exclaim, when did Old Page be so polite to black people, relying on the so-called mental illness to kill seven black people in a row, the fierce record of killing seven black people in a row has made Long Beach blacks frightened, but now, this guy actually uses honorific titles for a black man!

They struggled to turn their brains, trying to dig through their memories and figure out what kind of big man this compatriot named Martin Hart was.

"And this favor is very simple, I set up a TV station, a black man's own TV station, and now there is a pilot program that I hope you will watch and give me some advice." With that, Martin looked at Page and tilted his head at him.

Paige took a videotape from her bosom, walked over to the TV at the bar, put the tape into the home video recorder, and turned on the TV screen when she was done.

Black people are looking at the screen for some reason, black TV, pilot program?

"What do you call it? Lady. The television soon appeared with a black presenter holding a microphone outside the door of an apparently dilapidated black home, asking a young black woman beside him.

"Helen." The woman replied a little nervously.

The host continued to smile at Helen and said, "Okay, Helen, the registration information submitted by you says that you have five daughters, wow...... And your name is Helen, and you and your five daughters are all called Helen? ”

Helen nodded a little nervously: "Yes." ”

“…… I mean, how do you tell the difference between them? For example, you call them to cook or something? The host asked suspiciously.

Helen, with the encouragement of the host, tried to calm herself down in front of the camera: "Just shout Helen, come over for dinner, and then they will all show up." ”

"Well, to put it another way, what if you only want to talk to one of them?" The moderator changed the question.

Helen looked at the host with an idiot look, and then said, "...... I'll call them by their last name. ”

A group of black people in the bar burst out laughing when they heard Helen's words, which is indeed a common situation for black single mothers, but few mothers will give their children the same name.

"That is, the father of your five daughters, each of whom is five different men." The host asked with an exaggerated expression.

Helen nodded, "Yes." ”

"You've come to the right show, Helen, "Daddy America" is here to help you and your kids get out of trouble! Come on, let's go in and see your children. The host made an excited face: "I can't wait to help you!" ”

The host was led by the hostess into the messy residence, in the living room, two five or six year-old black girls were sitting on the sofa watching TV while taking care of the middle sister, who was only three years old at most, eating potato chips, as soon as she entered the door, the host immediately let the camera shift to avoid filming the picture played on the TV, and reminded Helen to say:

"Helen, your kids are watching an R-rated movie with a lot of revealing shots."

Helen disappregnantly opened the refrigerator and took out a cheap Coke from it to entertain the host:

"Don't worry, they'll think it's a food advertisement for a woman on TV."

There was another burst of laughter in the bar, and even the two black policemen couldn't help but laugh, these words may sound shocking to many white people, but for the bottom black people, it is a very common thing, because when the children ask their parents, when the exposed images on the TV, most of the black mothers will perfunctory lie, telling the children, don't worry, it's just an advertisement for selling breast milk.

"I mean, maybe the Los Angeles Children's Agency will get you in trouble......" the host said.

Helen took a sip of Coke and looked at the host, her expression numb: "I've been waiting for them to come and take these little devils away for two years, if they come, will I still look for help from your show?" ”

The people in the bar watched the one-hour video with great interest, which was very interesting, and the TV station hired a professional team of private investigators, through the information provided by Helen, supplemented by various investigative methods, and finally flew from Los Angeles to Toronto, Canada, and took her to find the last man who abandoned her and now works in a lumber factory in Toronto.

Everyone laughed when they saw the man's ghostly expression when he saw Helen, and indeed, if he were the irresponsible man, he would not believe that Helen, who could not even recognize slightly more complex words, could find herself.

And when the team of lawyers from the United States and Canada brought by the program team told him that he had abandoned and fled the serious consequences he faced, the man was so desperate that he almost cried.

With the help of a lawyer, Helen solved the problem of child support, without the consent of the other party, as long as the factory pays the salary, 40% of the money will be directly transferred to her account after deducting the handling fee.

In the end, the TV station even prepared an interest-free loan of 2,000 yuan for Helen through KeyBank to support her to improve her living conditions, tide over the difficulties, and usher in a new life.

It wasn't until the whole show was over that Martin, who was sitting at the bar with his legs wide open and sitting arrogantly, jumped down and asked the crowd, ", what do you think of my show?" ”

The two dozen or so women present applauded vigorously, and one of them exclaimed, "Mr. Hart, you have done a very good job!" Very good! We've got a lot of people who want to be on this show! We need help! ”

However, most of the men present said that the show was boring and lethargic, and that Martin might as well be more likable than switching to a hip-hop music show or something.

Seeing men say that the show was ugly, without waiting for Martin to refute, the women who clapped their hands had already yelled at the men, bluntly saying that these bastards were because they all had a similar past, and they were worried that one day the show would appear in front of them with their ex-girlfriends and children!

"You like it?" Martin to the crowd

"Yes, very much! That's what black people should be watching! A group of women excitedly said, "We want to sign up too!" Mr. Hart! ”

"Participate in this show? Don't make a fuss, girls, you're so beautiful, of course you don't need to be on this show? Listen, I'm going to make another show that is more suitable for you, "Battle of the Green Silk", that is, we will invite the best black hairstylists in the United States to help the registered audience style their hair for free and make you more beautiful! It's up to you to decide what's popular in the United States! Martin winked at some of the new-looking black women and said loudly.

Seeing that Martin had a good impression of him, the black women immediately posted it, and boldly asked Hart's origin, wanting to find out how much net worth this guy had, and one even directly invited Martin to chat alone in the car for a few minutes, wanting to impress Martin.

While Martin was indulging in those sensual sycophants and bold displays of affection, Page stepped forward quietly and reminded in a low voice, "Mr. Hart, the time is up, you have another meeting to attend." ”

"Girls, I'll wait for you to go to the TV station to sign up, you, you, you~ and you, I think you have the potential to become a star, but I'm going to go first now." Martin took a few steps back, distanced himself from the women, and spoke.

Seeing that the women were about to stick to Martin, Page stood in front of Martin in two steps and stared at the blacks with a blank face: "Don't let me say it a second time, get out." ”

The women were frightened by Paige's eyes and did not dare to step forward again.

"Paige, be polite." Martin reminded.

Paige looked at the women: "Give me a polite go-away." ”

When the women made way of a passageway, Paige escorted Martin and escorted him out of the bar.

It wasn't until the Cadillac drove out of the black zone that Page pulled over.

Without waiting for Page's instructions, Martin obediently opened the back door and walked down, first helped Page open the passenger door, and then ran to the driver's seat to start the car.

Paige sat in the passenger seat with a blank face, took out the stun baton from his pocket and operated it on Martin.

"Crackling~" "Ah~~"

"Crackle~" "Ahhh~"

Martin screamed as he drove, "All right, Mr. Page! I know it's wrong! Take your damn stun baton, or you can't just get a fucking one and electrocute me or stun me in one go! ”

"I want to remind you that the boss asked you to help the TV station understand black tastes, not to let you take the opportunity to soak black women in bed." Paige put away the shock baton, turned his head, looked out the window at the view of Long Beach, and spoke.

In the most polluted city in the United States, the sky is gray like a mirror that hasn't been wiped for an unknown amount of time, and staying in this environment for too long can easily make people feel depressed, but obviously Martin next to him is not among them, although he has just received two electric shocks, he is still grinning and happy like a fool.

"Are you electrocuted?" Paige saw that this guy was actually electrocuted twice, and he could still laugh out loud, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Martin held the steering wheel and said excitedly, "No, I just didn't expect it to feel so cool to be a big black man, did you see the eyes of those people looking at me?" They adore me! ”

"If I and my two black ex-colleagues weren't there, they could have killed you and ransacked you in thirty seconds." Page picked up his mobile phone and dialed Rick Luthor's number:

"Mr. Rick Luthor, the investigation into the Black Community in North Long Beach is over, I calculated, in an hour, they laughed out loud twenty-nine times, your show is popular, we're on our way to the next district, goodbye."

"Where are we going next? I have a feeling that the black people in Los Angeles should be curious about me now, and they may guess that I am a rich black man from New York. Martin waited for Page to hang up the phone and asked.

"The next stop is a bit dangerous." Page said to Martin, "Wait a minute, put me down at the company, and someone else will take over the security of your next section." ”

Hearing that Page would not accompany him to the next stop of the acting event, Martin was not ecstatic, but a little disappointed, and said to Page:

"Please, I can't trust others, Paige, don't be like this, you stand behind me, the effect is completely different from other people standing behind me, look at the expressions of those, I can't wait to stare out of my sockets, the notorious black butcher in Long Beach City wants to stand behind me respectfully and serve me, other black people will not enjoy this kind of treatment in their lives."

"If I go to the next stop with you, there are only two endings, either I will take you through that area, or we will die in that area." Page said to Martin.

Martin was stunned for a few seconds before asking, "So, are you going to the Soviet Union?" ”

"No, South Los Angeles Compton, Africa Star Neighborhood." Page gave the answer for the next stop.

Martin slammed the brakes and nearly threw Page out of the passenger seat onto the windshield, and although he was from Miami, it didn't mean that he hadn't heard of Compton's murderous name, which was the same place as Little Haiti where he lived in Miami.

Compton, the city with the highest crime rate in California.

Little Haiti, Florida's city with the highest crime rate.

Who does the West Coast bottom hate the most? Whites? No, the most annoying thing is the East Coast bottom, and vice versa.

Martin now felt that he had urinary incontinence, and he said madly: "I, as an alien Miami, went to the Los Angeles base camp to impersonate the big guys?" I'm not going to go, I'm going to be shot indiscriminately, worse than Kennedy. ”

"You know what? The boss likes to motivate people with reward programs, for example, he is willing to give Miss O'Connor a large sum of money to reward her for her hard work, and he is willing to give Mr. Earl Rush some shares in recognition of his contribution to the television station, so he specially explained to me and arranged a corresponding reward plan for you. Hearing that Martin was about to give up, Page didn't have any mood swings at all, sat in the co-pilot and enjoyed the scenery outside, lit a cigarette for himself by the way, and said calmly.

When Martin heard about the reward plan, he felt a little more courage, and asked with some longing: "So, the boss will reward me with a large sum of money for this?" ”

"No, it's a notice to your incentive program, and if you don't work, I'll fire you." Page looked at Martin and said seriously.

Martin rolled his eyes in despair, "Thank you for this heart-wrenching reward." ”

Page continued to Martin: "The boss said there would be someone called the Big Jack brothers, who would be responsible for your security in that district, and they were black. ”

"That's what I'm worried about, I'm afraid that the other blacks haven't found the right opportunity to snatch the gold from me, and the three people called Big Jack will do it first." "I'm a myself, so I know how bad are!" ”

Page said unmoved: "You can go, you can not go, if you go, you will still be a big man on BT TV, you will be hugged by people, you can ride this luxury car, and the company will help you pay for it, if you don't go, the company will help you take out a loan to buy these lines, you need to complete the follow-up repayment yourself, and the creditors who come to the door may be the three big jack brothers." ”

The first watch, there is another watch in the evening

(End of chapter)