"It's so beautiful that it makes your heart palpitate at dusk, it's a sight that belongs only to the United States, to Florida."

At sunset, under a parasol in the empty and quiet central square of Little Havana, Tommy is facing the camera to give his comments at the end of his first day of work:

"I think, to sum up my work today, that is, don't be lazy, after all, sitting all day long, wealth will not fall from the sky, you need to act."

Photographers who hadn't witnessed Tommy sitting in the square most of the time watching beautiful women might have believed his nonsense.

"Today's income ......" Tommy hesitated, looking at Martin, who was about to die of exhaustion outside the camera, Martin walked up to Tommy, opened the waist bag he was hanging on, flipped it inside, and said: "Count the tip, and then count the five hundred dollars you extorted from the laundry owner......"

Tommy took the fanny pack directly with one hand, blocking the camera with the other, and then glared at Martin angrily: "Shut up Martin, I'm a fucking partner, not blackmail, whichever laundry is willing to pay a deposit, we will provide an order to whichever laundry." ”

Waiting for Martin to get out of the camera, Tommy slowly lowered his hand and smiled at the camera seriously: "As long as you are diligent and kind, you will reap the rewards, this is the great America, this is the harvest of the first day of my hard work, uh...... We earned ...... by going to the hotel to pick up the clothes and take them to the laundry."

Tommy rummaged through the pile of change inside: "About more than six hundred yuan, what did I say, this is the United States, as long as you are diligent, you will get something, don't complain about the hard work, although going back and forth between the hotel and the laundry is indeed manual work, but seeing the income, no matter how much tiredness is gone, there is no shortcut to making money, you must be down-to-earth......"

"I'm going to kill these damn pigeons! F*ck！ They ruined my business! The owner of an open-air café in the distance, frantically driving pigeons near his shop with a broom, was swearing loudly.

Tommy turned his head to look at the other party and continued to say to the camera: "Be kind, people like this who are full of swear words and get angry at every turn will not have a good business, for example, I won't visit his café, just because the pigeon accidentally pulled in his coffee beans, he will kill the poor pigeon, I will complain about his animal cruelty." Hey! Learn to be tolerant, buddy! What's wrong with pigeons! ”

The photographer was about to get tired of listening and moved the camera away, lest he always feel the urge to smash this bastard with a camera for America.

The consequence of this guy having his assistant named Martin feed the pigeons laxatives was that everyone in the square saw an unforgettable picture.

Thousands of pigeons, like whitewashers, were spraying droppings at everything in the square, and in a variety of strange positions, including bombing while flying, assaulting by riding on the face, and poisoning by taking advantage of the unpreparedness.

The photographer had gone to a Cuban open-air bar in the square and bought a cocktail called "Holy Mission", and before he could taste it, the cocktail turned into a "Holy".

And what about Tommy Hawke, who planned all this, this guy extorted five hundred dollars from the laundromat in the name of a security deposit, and now tells everyone in a serious way that as long as you work hard, you can make the same money as him?

Can you earn 600 yuan a day by running errands? What kind of errand can make six hundred dollars a day? Intercontinental Express? And he hadn't run an errand at all, and it was all the black man next to him who was dying of exhaustion.

He pretended to be in front of the camera, advising the audience to treat the world kindly, and even did not forget to slander the café owner for cruelty to animals.

It only took ten minutes to empty the square, all the vendors had no harvest, and the pigeons were lying in large numbers in the dung on the ground, even their own cup of sacred...... The culprit of everything, this young bastard!

"Thanks to you, boss, I just heard from a vendor that for the first time since it was built, Little Havana had such a quiet twilight hour, and it was also the worst day for his income, and we seemed to have ruined all the vendor businesses that depended on tourists for their livelihood." Martin, who was so tired that he died on the spot, sat next to Tommy and said in a weak voice.

Tommy counted the money he had earned, and said, "I wouldn't define myself as a saboteur so superficially, it's just business competition, it's a brutal business war." ”

"The brutal business war is to give laxatives to the pigeons, and the laundromat is thriving, but it is devastating to the retail industry in the square?" Martin asked, barely bothering to lift his eyelids, slumped in his seat.

"That's right, tourists were supposed to spend their money on those small goods, but now, they're buying our services, understand? That's what I said to you before, moving money from someone else's pocket to your own. Tommy spoke, and took out a copy of the pile of change in his hand and handed it to Martin:

"This is your share of it."

When Martin heard that he was going to divide the money, he finally tried to muster up his remaining strength, sat up straight, took the change handed over by Tommy, and carefully counted it three times before he asked Tommy incredulously, "Twenty dollars?" Twenty bucks? Boss, we made more than six hundred and seventy dollars, and then I only got twenty dollars? The capitalists don't seem to be very good at math, huh? ”

"I understand you're trying to say, I paid you a little more, but no thanks, you just worked four hours for me, I paid you a lot of money for four hours of work, up to five dollars an hour, and now a lot of employers are only willing to pay three dollars an hour, but I'm not the kind of stingy boss, I'm more generous than those bastards." Tommy put the rest of the money away and patted Martin on the shoulder:

"Don't be too grateful to me, I want you to understand that I love you, Martin, just as Otilia loves Brady."

Martin pinched twenty pieces, and his teeth were about to clench: "The white slave estate owners in Florida must not be as ruthless as you when they squeeze my ancestors, boss, at least they are more honest, they won't squeeze employees while saying they love me against their will, and, who the is Brady?" ”

"It doesn't matter who Brady is, I think you understand that if I didn't love you, my first day would have been completely different, and I was very easy to complete the process of becoming a rich man from a poor ghost with a net worth of fifty dollars, but for your sake, I gave up." Tommy took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, looked at the sunset in the distance, and said with some embarrassment.

"In what way?" Hearing that Tommy's expression didn't look like a joke, Martin asked curiously.

The boss sacrificed a more profitable way for him Martin? How much does his boss like money, he has just seen it, for himself?

"While you buy medicine and grind it into powder, as an enthusiastic citizen, report to the police that you are suspected of drug trafficking, let the police arrest you, if you escape, they shoot, I, as your friend and witness at the scene, when I reconcile with the Miami government, I will get more compensation and hush money about you, if you don't resist, the amount of compensation will be less, I asked Mr. Page, he said that the Florida police killed a black man with legal American identity, and the government should compensate at least 60,000 yuan, if it was wrong law enforcement, it did not kill you, We can also get a few thousand dollars in compensation. Tommy retracted his gaze and looked at Martin:

"The only problem is that this American dream is achieved in a somewhat black way."

Martin looked at Paige, who was not far away, and then at Tommy beside him, and after a few times, he closed his eyes in despair and said: "What should I say, thank you, boss, thank you for not letting the police kill me again after I helped you work hard for you for a day?" ”

"That's why I didn't choose another way to open the American Dream, because of love, Martin." Tommy slowly stood up and stretched to leave:

"That's it, today's work is too hard, I need to go to the hotel to take a shower, and then find a woman to help me massage my sore muscles, see you tomorrow, by the way, before coming to the square tomorrow to see me, remember to send the laundry laundry to the hotel to the guests, lucky, the generous guests will pay us another tip."

Martin's eyes widened: "Where do I sleep tonight?" ”

"The job I'm offering today doesn't include room and board." Tommy looked at Martin: "Normally, the boss doesn't care where the employee lives, only whether he starts work on time tomorrow." ”

"The problem is, you only give me twenty dollars, and I can't find a hotel for that money." Martin shook the pitiful change in his hand and said to Tommy.

Tommy said confidently: "Didn't you say that in Little Haiti you have friends who are exempt from deposits and taxes, and can provide you with a cheap hostel room for a night?" ”

"If I walk to Little Haiti, it's dawn at the hotel, and if I walk back to Little Haiti, I'll probably not survive until dawn, and maybe I'll be killed by a fucking robber on the way." Martin shook his head frantically and said loudly in pain.

He has now regretted countless times in his heart, why did he ask his boss to accompany him to the recording of this bullshit show! I originally wanted to learn some business skills, after all, I often brag to the outside world that I am the president of BT TV network, and I always have to learn some fur to sound more real when I brag about it.

But what he experienced now is more like he signed up for an experience of a revisiting the path of his ancestors.

I was almost exhausted to death by my white boss, and I didn't learn anything, or what I learned, I couldn't use it as a talking point at all.

Could it be that when he bragged with the niggers of the three Big Jack brothers, he said that he, the big black boss of the BT television network, had the most powerful business warfare method of pouring a fucking strong laxative on the pigeons in the square?

"Well, I'm a soft-hearted boss, and I don't want my employees to be in danger, so the cheapest room in the resort I'm going to stay in is sixty-five dollars a night, so ......" Tommy hesitated, walked up to Martin, and took back the pitiful twenty dollars in Martin's hand:

"I'll pay for you, and you still owe me forty-five dollars, but I'm a good man, and I won't rush anyone to pay it back, but I want you to be grateful, so keep working hard tomorrow and continue to give laxatives to the pigeons until the pigeon's belly and the vendors' wallets are all deflated."

Martin dragged two suitcases, followed Tommy, and walked away in the sunset: "Do you want to continue to pour?" How long is it going to be poured? Until those poor pigeon's chrysanthemums can hold a human cue? ”

"Until this square becomes a dung pit and there are no tourists willing to visit it, we can consider changing industries." Tommy said lightly.

Looking at Tommy, Martin and the two walked in the direction of the hotel, the film crew members looked at each other, and one of the members said to the team leader Nick: "This one named Tommy is a crazy person at all." ”

"It's not terrible to be a madman, what's even more terrible is that he's still a money-hungry madman." Nick rubbed his forehead and said, "He's going to continue to let that black man dome the pigeons tomorrow...... We're going to save those pigeons. ”

The first more ~

(End of chapter)