It wasn't until the black driver who came with the car rental company personally opened the door for Martin with a smile on his face, and Martin walked out of the white Lincoln stretch limousine with a glass of wine and a designer without even cutting off the tag, that he still felt like he was in a dream.

My boss actually let me rent a luxury car to see all the famous nightclubs in New York.

Mr. Page was not treated like that, and who would dare to say that Tommy or his father was a white man, Martin felt that he must be the first to rush to bring down the detractors.

In front of him is a three-story building on New York's 125th Street, with a neon sign on top of it that shows New York its name: The Cotton Club.

"God, I never thought that I would one day come to the New York Cotton Club to consume, ancestors, your children and grandchildren are finally developed." Martin drank the drink from the glass, handed it to the driver next to him, and then walked towards the gate of the club.

The New York Cotton Club, the most exclusive nightclub on the East Coast or in the eyes of most black Americans, was founded during the Prohibition period in the United States, but at that time, because of the apartheid policy, blacks could not enter this nightclub to consume, although this nightclub had all the well-known black artists in the United States at that time, but those black artists could only perform for white customers.

And the hostesses inside are all carefully selected black women, the screening conditions are even stricter than the Miss America beauty pageant, each woman must be under the age of 21, the height must be more than five feet six inches, the skin must be light black, and must wear a nightclub specially customized uniform when working, light, cool, translucent, hazy.

In short, make sure that you don't completely expose your body, but you must also be able to give the customer a faint glimpse of whatever wonderful picture he wants to see.

At its peak, the Cotton Club opened branches in more than a dozen large cities such as Las Vegas, Portland, Texas, California, etc.

However, at that time, it was basically controlled by gangsters, such as the Cotton Club in Chicago, which was owned by the family of the famous Al Capone, and the Cotton Club in Las Vegas was owned by the family of the Italian mafia boss Calloway.

But everyone thinks that cotton clubs in other cities just have the same name, and only the cotton club in New York is truly a luxury and fashionable celebrity nightclub.

Later, when World War II broke out, the United States began to relax restrictions on blacks and allow blacks to protest against some white extremist policies, the first demand of almost all wealthy black men in New York to the government was to allow them to enter cotton nightclubs to spend the same as whites.

This shows the black people's obsession with the cotton club.

Unfortunately, while the government agreed, the Cotton Club did not, and in the end, the white owner of the old club made a very tough decision to counter the government's decision.

That is to close permanently.

It is better to turn it off than to let blacks and whites enjoy the same fun on their own turf.

Later, Langston Hughes, a black celebrity in New York, joined forces with some other black entrepreneurs to buy the closed New York Cotton Club, retaining all the performances of the previous nightclub, and opening it to blacks, so that the Cotton Club became a black-only nightclub again, and the original white customers basically became black customers.

Including Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Donna Somer, and many other well-known black singers, actors have performed here, making this nightclub almost an entertainment mecca for black Americans.

So when he learned that he could choose whatever he wanted, Martin came here almost without thinking.

"Tim ~ Do you know where I am? I'm fucking cotton clubs! The Cotton Club of New York! Sitting in the empty lobby of a nightclub, holding a mobile phone, Martin called his distant cousin in New York: "The cotton club is not very profitable?" What does it mean to not be very profitable? ”

"The guest only paid for one person, but in fact there were four people who pressed your cousin in the bathroom...... I'm a customer! It's not about selling ass in the bathroom here! Who the do you think I am? I'm a big shot! Not a nasty nigga faggot looking for a chance to come to a nightclub to make a quick buck! But speaking of which, how much can you earn from this kind of upscale club in the bathroom at a time? ”

"No, no, no, say where you are, I'll let my driver drive to pick you up, you can find some more friends to come over, of course I'll pay for it, brother, now I'm already an existence you can't imagine."

Party or entertainment was an irresistible temptation for blacks, and in two hours there were more than thirty blacks gathered in the Cotton Club, and although Martin did not know any of them except his cousin Tim, it did not prevent him from talking and laughing with them.

Martin hugged several female companions left and right, enjoying the compliments given to him by his fellow black men who had rushed to his party, and boasted happily:

", I'm a big shot, you know? Although I'm just a nobody on the East Coast, I'm a veritable NiggerBoss on the West Coast~ You've all watched that episode on the BT network, right, that's me. ”

"Really, Man?" A black man glared exaggeratedly: "I watched that show on time every week, and I even went out of my way to cut the same haircut as the main character, is that you?" Dude, honestly, I don't believe it, you also have a woman as beautiful as Vanessa Williams like in the TV series? ”

"I used to stay in a villa with Vanessa every night! Los Angeles, Beverly Hills! I even know what color dressing gown she's wearing, Nigger! When Martin heard that the other party didn't believe it, he immediately said stiffly:

"But you know, I don't like that kind of woman, she's beautiful, but she's not my type, I like that kind more."

As he spoke, Martin hugged the two female companions beside him hard.

"Martin, everyone likes to brag, but you're blowing too much, I ......" Cousin Tim questioned his cousin who he hadn't seen for many years about bragging, because Martin's boasting had made the friends he brought with him not know how to answer.

Living with Vanessa Williams? Vanessa's first music album was released last year, which went straight to platinum and three Grammy nominations, and with her role in the hit series "NiggerBoss", she successfully became the dream girl in the eyes of most black men in the United States.

No matter how you look at it, a highly educated woman like Vanessa is unlikely to live with the open-mouthed in front of her.

Seeing that even his cousin felt like he was bragging, Martin immediately picked up his mobile phone: "I'm calling her now, I have her number!" Let her tell you for herself if Martin has ever lived in a villa with her and had a very good time! ”

He did have Vanessa's phone number, but he didn't usually contact each other much, although they got along happily when they lived together, but after Susan took care of the Pathfinder agency, Vanessa was taken out of the Beverly Hills villa by Susan and lived in a small bachelor apartment near Hollywood, and the two never had time to see each other again, at most occasionally called to say hello.

Seeing that Martin's expression didn't look like a drunken talk, all the black people present came over to determine if Martin was really a big shot who could directly contact the black actress Vanessa.

Martin had a straight face, but there was a fierce struggle inside, if Vanessa told Tommy about her phone harassment on the phone, she would be taught a hard lesson by Mr. Page, but in order to establish a big image in front of these in New York, Martin felt that it was worth being electrocuted.

So he finally dialed Vanessa's number.

Soon, the phone was connected, and before Vanessa could speak, Martin quickly said, "Vanessa, I'm Martin Hart, and we lived together in Beverly Hills!" Remember? ”

"Martin!" To Martin's surprise, Vanessa did not hesitate on the other side of the phone, but was a little surprised: "Is it you?" Spike ~ Spike ~ It's Martin! Martin by Tommy's side! When he was filming "NiggerBoss" in Compton, Los Angeles, Martin helped the director solve this kind of trouble! Maybe we can just ask him how to solve it! ”

Then, without waiting for Martin to speak, a male voice on the other side of the phone changed: "Mr. Hart? I'm Spike Lee. ”

"Wow~" The black people in the audience suddenly let out an exclamation.

Martin is really a big shot, and on the other side of the phone, it's not just Vanessa Williams, but also the young black director Spike Lee! Most of the blacks in the audience had seen the film "Sure to Win" directed by the other party, but they couldn't appreciate the artistry in it, and almost all of them watched it as a small movie, after all, it was a story about how a black girl was dating three men at the same time, and there were many bold images.

"You two slept together? Spike! Do you want to die? You should know who Vanessa is! Martin's first reaction was to jump up in fright by the male voice on the other side of the phone, grab the phone and ask.

In everyone's opinion, Martin's upset is due to Vanessa's fact that she was with Spike at ten o'clock in the evening, which further shows that Martin and Vanessa are not ordinary.

But Martin himself knew that he was worried that Spike slept with Vanessa! When Sophia lived in the villa, she specially told her that she was not allowed to talk to Vanessa! Thinking about it with her ass, Sophia is not for herself, it must be the boss Tommy who has a crush on Vanessa, and now, Spike hooks up with her?

"What are you talking about, Martin? We're reshooting some footage for my new film, Vanessa has a show, and we're on the streets of New York right now, with a crew of about 20 or so people, instead of just me and her, as you think, in a hotel room. Spike explains.

Martin was pleasantly surprised and asked, "You're also in New York?" It's good that I'm in New York too, so when you're going to finish work, I'll have the driver drive you to the Cotton Club and have a couple of drinks together. ”

"You're in New York?" Spike and Vanessa are both surprised on the other end of the phone.

"I'm weird in New York?"

"No, we're in some trouble, Martin, maybe you can help me." Spike spoke immediately.

Martin patted Tommy's credit card in his pocket to make sure it was still there: "Of course, I'm willing to help people." ”

Even Spike Lee and Vanessa Williams had to ask for help from the unattractive Martin Hart in front of them, and everyone present could not say anything except open their mouths wide, and even the lobby manager of the nightclub quietly moved his steps and took a few steps closer to Martin, wanting to know more about who this Mr. Martin Hart from the West Coast really was.

"Uh...... It's Tommy's investment in the movie "Do the Right Thing", and we were filming on Stuvicente Avenue in Brooklyn before, but now the problem is that there are a few scenes that need to be reshot, so it's back here, but a street gang called Decepticons here says we have to pay an extra protection fee, or they won't let us turn it on, and when you call, we're communicating with each other, and Vanessa said that when she was filming "NiggerBoss", If you and your men are in trouble with the Compton crew, you and your men will come forward to solve it, so maybe you can come over and talk to them and help us solve this problem? Spike Lee said on the other end of the phone.

Hearing the other party's words, Martin immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva!

He can run rampant in Compton, that is because he has the support of the three Big Jack brothers and the Compton executioner behind him, and the three Big Jack brothers are looking at themselves, mainly because their boss has told them to listen to the orders of their East Coast bigwigs, not really their own ability to solve problems.

And how could the black street gangs in New York buy the accounts of the black gangs in Los Angeles?

I'm afraid that I will rush over and report myself to these gangsters in New York, saying that I am from Boss in Compton, Los Angeles, and you will give me face, and the end may be that the other party will take out a gun and arrange for me to lie in a hearse and go back to Los Angeles.

Looking around at the big men who had already regarded themselves as black bosses in Los Angeles and looked at him, Martin tried to relax himself, learned to watch the performance of this boss by Tommy's side, picked up his wine glass, and said in an indifferent tone:

"How much do they cost?"

If it's not much, it's really not good, so I'll use the boss's credit card to pay the other party.

"One hundred thousand." Spike depressedly utters a number.

“What？ 100,000 dollars is enough to buy the life of half of a Compton black man! Martin blurted out when he heard the number.

Spike's voice reluctantly explains, "If we were to re-select the location, it would have cost more to rebuild a pizzeria and half the street elsewhere, and they knew that and they deliberately gave this price." ”

Martin regretted his decision to call Vanessa, it cost 100,000 yuan to make a call to the actress, and the effort and return cannot be described as unequal.

"Spike, my brothers are all in Los Angeles, it takes time for them to get over, and I don't have any competent people in New York, it's all ...... here" Martin looked around at these black friends around him, and said, "Nobody, this way, I'll help you pay 100,000 yuan, and wait until you make money after the movie is released to say if you need to pay me back." ”

He knows that Spike Lee doesn't have much money, and this guy mortgages his property at every turn to make a movie, so he doesn't expect this guy to pay it back right away, but this money can't be borne by himself in the end.

Think about it, he just works normally, and he is arranged by the boss's father to wipe the carriage that has not been used for more than a hundred years, and if he owes the boss 100,000 yuan, he estimates that the other party can let himself grind and push to death in that damn mill.

"Thank you, Martin, we're waiting for you to come." Spike-Lee doesn't have a better way, the New York street gangs are looking for trouble, and he doesn't even dare to call the police, because after the police arrest a few, the enraged gang will only use more cruel means to retaliate against himself and the crew in order to wash away the so-called shame.

Martin hung up the phone and looked at the crowd, "The party is over,, you all heard, I have some other business to attend to." ”

As he spoke, he was about to leave, when a plainly dressed man stood up in the outermost seat of the crowd, dressed in a completely inconsistent manner with the other blacks, who had not spoken much for most of the night, and who had even been so shy when his arranged female companion spoke to him that Martin did not even remember his name.

At this time, the young tall black man walked up to Martin: "Mr. Hart, can you let me go with you?" ”

"Are you...... What's your name? Martin asked, putting on his coat under his female companion's costume.

"Albert, Albert Kyle." The black man said to Martin with a smile on his face: "I'm from Brooklyn, and I'm familiar with that area. ”

Martin actually wanted to call Paige and ask him to accompany him, after all, he was used to Paige standing by his side to help him strengthen his courage, but when he heard that the black man took the initiative to ask for help, Martin finally nodded: "But I don't have time to drop you home, boy." ”

After getting into the rented Lincoln car, Martin leaned back in his seat and sulked with his eyes closed, and the black man named Albert struggled for a long time, and finally said very blindly: "Sir, do you really want to pay 100,000 dollars to the Decepticons gang?" ”

Martin opened his eyes irritably and looked at the other party: "Otherwise, I'll call Los Angeles and let my Los Angeles brothers come over in a week?" You don't understand at all, I'm definitely not showing weakness, but I'm worried that the film crew will lose more money for every day of delay. ”

"I ...... Sir, if I can help you save these 100,000 yuan, can you give me the 50,000 yuan you have saved, no, 30,000 yuan? The young black man named Albert cautiously asked a question.

As soon as Martin heard that he could save a lot of money, he immediately became interested: "Can you help me save that money?" ”

"Probably yes, sir, I know the street gang and have dealt with it."

"No problem, if you can help me solve this problem, I will give you 30,000 yuan." Martin said.

The young man said, "Can I borrow your mobile phone and use it?" ”

Martin handed the young man the mobile phone he had at hand, and the young man took it, sat down in the distance, and dialed a number.

"You're also a gang member?" Martin asked curiously.

Albert finished the phone call with a few words, returned the phone to Martin, shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I'm a member of the Black Fruit." ”

"Black fruit? What is that? ”

"A black neighborhood organization, we volunteer to patrol racially discriminatory neighborhoods, promote safety education, and prevent blacks from being harmed by whites." Albert says:

"In the past, we relied on community donations, but then those white people said that we were slanderous, maliciously slandered the image of white people, defined us as a black extremist organization, and forbade the community to donate money to keep us running, and now we have to find another way to make money."

"So, now it's black street gangs that are blackmailing black people, how are you going to get rid of them?" Martin asked curiously.

Neighborhood mutual aid organizations are not uncommon in the United States, but Martin has never seen one that can be defined as an extremist organization.

"Our members all have security guard certificates and all legally hold gun licenses." Albert smiled at Martin:

"We will not drive away our compatriots, but we can scare them away."

……

Spike-Lee looked helplessly at the dozen or so black young men in the distance with fearless expressions on their faces because of ignorance, what a black humor, his film is about a black youth who was beaten to death by a white youth, reflecting racial discrimination, but during the filming of his movie, he needed to pay protection money to the black gang to complete the filming.

And when they learned that they needed to reshoot the footage, these people greedily came to the door again and took the opportunity to force themselves to pay more money.

"Spike, Danny's ticket is tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, and now you can't finish filming tonight, you'll need to negotiate a ......schedule with us," Danny Eero, the assistant to the film's white star, walked up to Spike Lee's side at this time and reminded him in a whisper.

Spike interrupts frustratedly, "I know, I know!" Give me time, I'm trying to get people to sort things out! ”

He even hates why he is a producer, director, and screenwriter at the same time, which leads to all kinds of affairs in the crew that need him to come forward to solve them, and he should have earned the money of those big companies, after all, making movies for those big companies, there is no need to worry about being found by this kind of trouble, and those companies have special people responsible for solving this kind of thing.

Or to put it more bluntly, these black street gangs simply don't dare to bother with the big white corporations.

"The family can only come up with 40,000 yuan, all of which are here, but I negotiated with them, Spike~" Sinclair Lee, his assistant director and his own brother, hung up the phone and walked over at this time, and handed a bag containing banknotes to his brother:

"An IOU, the rest is paid within a week at the latest, you sign, they take the money and the IOU, and you can continue filming."

Spike looked at the crew who were all waiting for him at the moment, he had no choice, if he didn't finish filming tonight, tomorrow, the starring Danny Eero would go back to California to make other movies, and then I wanted him to arrange the time I don't know when, and the cost had to be paid again, and there were other labor, all added up, I am afraid the loss would be more than 100,000 yuan.

As for Martin's previous phone call that he rushed over to help him out, Spike didn't take it seriously, Martin was just Tommy's driver and bodyguard, not Tommy himself.

"I called Susan, and Susan promised me a three-day vacation in New York to spend time with my parents and then go back to California when the vacation was over." Vanessa walked over and said to Spike.

Spike looked at Vanessa gratefully, Vanessa is a female star who Tommy specially greeted him and asked him to arrange a role, Spike originally thought Vanessa was too beautiful to be suitable for this realistic movie, but because Tommy was the owner of the investment of three million, so he finally hesitated again and again, and gave up the important role that originally belonged to his own sister Joey Lee to Vanessa, and was even a little reluctant at the time, after all, he has always taken care of his family when making movies, starting from the first short film, his own three younger brothers, A younger sister is the most important component of the movie.

But unexpectedly, Vanessa's records and starring dramas were very popular among blacks, and the public opinion on her scandal in magazines and newspapers changed from the previous black slut to the black woman persecuted by whites, and received a lot of black support and sympathy, which made her film get more attention, especially when she learned that the film material was insufficient and needed to reshoot the shots, Vanessa did not hesitate and immediately rushed to New York to start work, without the slightest star shelf, which made Spike very grateful to Vanessa.

Now, the other party has specially bought three days for himself.

"Just as they say, we'll ......" Spike decides to write an IOU and start work as soon as possible.

Vanessa's phone rang again: "Vanessa, where are you?" ”

Vanessa immediately said to Spike Lee, "It's Martin, he's really coming!" ”

Then he asked on the phone, "Where are you, Martin?" ”

"My car is a white Lincoln Extended, the same as Michael Jackson." Martin said over the phone.

Vanessa and Spike begin to keep an eye out for cars on the street, and sure enough, a white Lincoln stretch sedan is slowly approaching in the distance.

Vanessa walked briskly to the side of the road and shook her arms towards the car.

The sedan drove up, the driver opened the door, and Martin stepped out of it, followed by the unremarkable-looking Albert Kyle.

"Is Mr. Hawke coming to New York too?" Spike's first instinct is to keep looking his head into the car.

However, it was found that the driver then closed the door, indicating that there were no other passengers in the car.

Martin immediately noticed Spike's bag containing the bills: "How much is this?" ”

"Forty thousand." Spike doesn't react and says to Martin.

Martin took it: "That's it, I'll settle it for you, you owe me sixty thousand, Spike." ”

After speaking, Martin took the opportunity to open the paper bag and take a look, took out a stack of it and put it into his suit pocket, and shook the paper bag and the remaining 30,000 yuan at Albert beside him: "Boy, now come with me to say hello to those guys." ”

Receiving Spike's money made Martin feel good, he followed his boss Tommy, and it seemed that he had mastered the skills of making money, and he just said that he would help Spike out 100,000 yuan, but he didn't take out the money at all, but now? First, he got 40,000 yuan, paid 30,000 yuan, earned 10,000 yuan for himself, and Spike still owed him 60,000 yuan.

After all, this means that he doesn't need to spend the boss's money, and he still makes a lot of money, and Martin even thinks maliciously that if Spike dares to rely on this account, then he will let this kid named Albert continue to do these street gang things to Spike's crew.

Martin led Albert directly towards the dozen black youths of the Decepticon gang in the distance, and unlike the plainly dressed Albert, the dozen gang members with strange hairstyles and fancy clothes were looking at the white Lincoln sedan and the two people who were getting closer and closer.

The young man with rotten teeth at the head of the other party grinned, glanced at his companions, and then looked at the two people who were gradually approaching, and said with a mocking smile: "Nigger, either give me the money, or get out of the way, or ......"

As he spoke, he lifted his shirt with a big grin, revealing the pistol at his waist, and threatened Albert: "Otherwise, you will use your mouth to do a job for my gun, and let it give me a reason not to shoot you." ”

"You don't even want to call me a NiggerBoss." Martin said to the other man without fear: "If my white bodyguard Page was there, and you now have your club stuffed in your mouth, you should be glad that he was pushed by me in the mill I left at the villa." ”

"You ......" The other party wanted to curse a few swear words, but he heard the sound of several car doors being opened on the street not far behind him!

More than a dozen young people turned around, only to see four broken cars with their doors open at this time, and eight black men dressed plainly, but carrying various kinds of firearms in their hands, all looked fierce, standing ten meters away from a dozen people at this time, staring at them indifferently with guns.

The pistols worn by these young men were as ridiculous as toys compared to the guys in their hands.

So they threw away their guns with great interest and raised their hands in front of the eight big men who looked more ferocious than ordinary gang members.

You don't need those scary-looking rifles, you just need one of the two large-caliber shotguns that the opponent brings with you, and the shrapnel that shoots out can make them all lie on the ground.

"Get on your knees, niggas, I promise, do a mouthwork for all the guns, and maybe they won't shoot you." Martin straightened his suit and stood in front of everyone, saying with a proud face.

In the distance, Spike Lee and his crew are already dumbfounded, especially Vanessa, who knows Martin very well, the two have lived in the same villa for a short time, she knows that the other is Tommy's bodyguard and driver, and she also has friends in Los Angeles who can solve some gang conflicts.

But I didn't expect Martin to be so domineering, on the streets of New York, the largest city in the United States, he gathered a group of subordinates with various large firearms, and scared the dozen or so young people who were still domineering to the crew just now, and obediently raised their hands and knelt on the ground.

"Who the fuck are you?" The young nigger who almost asked Martin to do the oral work for the pistol asked nervously.

Before Albert could speak, Martin had seized this opportunity to express himself in time, and said loudly to the kneeling:

"Martin's fruit, remember, they're fucking Martin's fruit! And standing in front of you at this moment is the head of their family, Martin Hart. ”

Spike Lee's movie was intimidated by black gangs is not a fabrication, American movies will also encounter similar problems as the Hong Kong film industry, Spike Lee's solution at that time was to find fruit, an organization that is more scary than gangs, to come forward and solve the other party.

…… There's nothing to say, fuck, my son has had another infusion in the past two days, delaying the update.

13,000 words to make amends~

(End of chapter)