America 1982

Providence, Paradise Club.

Jim Manz paid the front desk three dollars, and then walked into the dimly lit and messy hall. There were no dancers performing on the high platform, and there was no ambiguous music playing from the speakers. There was even a guest in the entire hall. Empty wine bottles, cigarette butts and other rubbish were everywhere.

He sat on the high stool in front of the bar and motioned to the bartender to get him a glass of wine. While the bartender was pouring the wine for him, he asked, "Did I go wrong? Man? It says here is a strip club." Does this mean that guests need to strip naked and then climb up to the high platform and shake their butts to entertain themselves?"

"The party is over, you came too late, sir." The bartender pushed the glass to Jim and said.

Jim glanced at his watch: "Two o'clock in the afternoon, too late? Rhode Island was fucking ceded to the Soviet Union? Now it's not based on Eastern Time but Moscow time? What's even more exaggerated? Yes, it’s too late and the front desk still charged me three dollars for admission. Are you going to let me guard these garbage for you, worried that they will be snatched away by homeless people in advance?”

"No, there's someone to clean up the garbage, but you have to wait one to two hours before other girls come to work. The thirty or so girls who started work last night have all been taken out now. They don't have time to spend time with you, sir." ." After the bartender said to Jim, he shouted to the back at the top of his lungs: "Big Faith, let those two guys pretending to be rich in the champagne room come out and clean up the trash in the hall! There are guests coming!"

"You two, go to the lobby and clean up the garbage first! When will the bill be paid and when will you finish work? Don't force me to do it." A bodyguard walked to the champagne room area and shouted inside.

Soon, footsteps sounded, and Tommy and Dennis walked out. Dennis cursed Tommy as he walked:

"Tommy! This is what you call hospitality! The way you treat your friends after making money is to work as a janitor in a place like this with you? If you dare to refuse, the bodyguard will immediately show me his... Muscles like grapefruit?”

"Find Pam, that idiot was drunk and wearing my coat to see Carly! All my money was in the coat! My dad was drunk in the bar and no one at home answered the phone. Fortunately, I made an appointment with the idiot at three o'clock. Let's meet here, until then... Hey! Jim! So happy to see you! I didn't expect you to come so early." Tommy saw at a glance that he was holding whiskey in front of the bar and looking at his Jim Manz immediately showed a relieved smile and walked towards the bar.

The bodyguard looked at Jim with a gloomy face: "Sir, do you know them two?"

Jim looked at Tommy and then at the bodyguard: "I'm not sure. I'm worried that I'm the idiot he wants to see, so it depends on his attitude to decide whether I know him or not. The first question is, this is Tang Mi, what trouble did you cause here?"

"The entire club was booked last night to entertain his high school classmates. When he woke up, he had no money to pay the extra bill," the bodyguard said.

Jim looked at Tommy, who smiled affectionately at him, and continued to ask cautiously: "How much is the extra bill?"

"Thirteen hundred yuan." The bodyguard gave a number.

After hearing the amount of money, Jim immediately said bluntly: "Very good, I'm sure I don't know him. I'll take him to pick up the garbage. By the way, he will buy me a Polaroid camera. I will take some photos of him and sell them to the newspaper. It’s definitely a profit.”

"Take the money and I'll pay you back. My friend wore my coat. The bad thing is I don't know which hotel he and his girlfriend booked a room in." Tommy sat next to Jim and said to the bartender: "Here's a mint cocktail, I need to sober up, and this guy will pay for it."

Dennis also sat next to Tommy and said to the bartender: "I want..."

"What do you want? Dennis! F*ck! It's all because of you idiot that I'm in such a mess. If you hadn't insisted on letting all the fucking dancers in this club show you a visual feast in the champagne room, I would have There's no need to pay extra! Then let me lose face in front of this Mr. Jim Mantz. Go find Pam! Get my jacket, wallet in jacket, credit card, car keys and fucking Trojan. Come!" Seeing Dennis preparing to sit over, Tommy roared angrily.

Dennis comforted Tommy without any guilt: "Tommy, calm down, I'm just having fun. There's no need to lose your temper. You said your promise to do it again next week will be fulfilled, right? In fact, there are still two dancers. I didn’t even have time to check my body. I was so drunk that I couldn’t lift my arms. I will definitely be able to do it next week..."

“Bro, if you can’t fucking find Pam, you can’t find my wallet, I’m going to sell you to California next week to make a little movie with a guy named Jason* Mexicans make money for me! Tommy glared at Dennis and cursed.

Hearing Tommy's words, Dennis asked in surprise: "*Mexicans? Yes, there are a few Mexican girls in the community college who look good. Are you sure you don't need to pay? You can even make money?"

"Staying in California for too long, I forgot that you are a fucking country boy from Warwick just like me. Yes, Dennis, if you find your wallet, you will have the opportunity to meet Mexicans." Seeing Dennis's reaction, Tommy said weakly said.

Dennis clapped his hands excitedly and walked quickly out the door, not forgetting to show off to the club's bouncers: "Cool! Did you hear that, I'm going to California* to meet Mexican girls!"

After Dennis left, Tommy took the cocktail handed by the bartender and sniffed the mint leaves on the rim of the glass, letting the cool smell rush straight to his brain along the nose. Then he shook his head: "It's hard to imagine. I made so much money and became a rich man, but I only felt truly happy when I hung out with two stupid companions in a club where only poor people would come."

"You said you would introduce congressmen to me. I just came from New York to a rural place like this. I know some congressmen have contacted you, especially congressmen from damn Florida and Massachusetts." Jim looked at Tommy: "So, you You’re not going to introduce the congressman to me in a place like this, are you?”

"Thirteen hundred dollars, lend it to me first, and I will definitely return it to you. It feels uncomfortable to be watched by bodyguards." Tommy smiled at Jim.

Jim cursed, took out the credit card from his wallet, and handed it to the bodyguard. After the bodyguard settled the payment, Tommy breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm contacting you mainly for a small business..."

"I am willing to come mainly because the congressman is interested in the small business you mentioned. Listen, Tommy, I have a good impression of you. You are young and have a good mind, but banking business is not for you. , understand? It is not a new thing like software. Those rich old guys don’t understand the software industry, but they definitely know how to play the banking industry. Every banking business you fancy is equivalent to robbing other banks. Business, because I tell you sincerely why you can't do this kind of business, introduce the congressmen to me, National Review needs them, and I need them." Jim interrupted Tommy impatiently and began to admonish. road.

Tommy looked at Jim's serious face and nodded slightly: "My idea makes me look stupid, doesn't it?"

"That's right. You were a high-end girl who made me feel a little sexy before. Do you understand? You are sexy, fashionable, and skilled in moves. Now you are probably at the level of a street product. Once you do it, you may have to worry about contracting the disease and need to be injected. Treatment with various anti-inflammatory drugs can preserve what's underneath." After Jim took out the cigarette and lit it, he said to Tommy:

"Of course you can do whatever you like, but I won't. I just want to get to know more politicians and expand my network. You owe me once, remember? I helped you."

"How do I remember that you owed me once? I helped you create a chance for revenge. You should thank me." Tommy took a sip of the cocktail and said with a smile.

Jim sighed irritably: "I now know how annoying I am in the eyes of others. Thank you, Tommy, you are like a caring mirror. In short, I am not interested in listening to your business. It is a shithole. You I don’t have enough money to defend myself, so why not talk about the girl you fell in love with when you called me, maybe I’ll be more interested.”

"I said, I didn't sleep with women, that was the sound of money mating." Tommy defended again.

Jim glanced at Tommy and said, "Then why are you pulling up your pants?"

"Because I was sitting on the toilet with the radio on," Tommy said.

Hearing this guy's lame excuse that he didn't even bother to make up, Jim exhaled smoke: "That's a good excuse. It's quite creative. A woman's voice came from the radio?"

"Bob, who helps me sell software, asked me to help solve a problem. He had a toilet paper storage box with a radio function. The sales were very poor, but the manufacturer was willing to pay enough advertising fees. When he called me to congratulate me on the sales of my new book, , by the way, I asked if there is any way to increase some sales. I said it is very simple. Let the manufacturer set up an adult radio station, and then spread it to the high school boys in a subtle way to help them entertain themselves when they go to the toilet. Adults use the bathroom. Time is much shorter than that of teenagers. We were all teenagers once, and we all know what we would do if we were hiding in the bathroom. When I called you, I just received the product from Bob and was sitting on the toilet to experience it." Tang Mi said as he looked at the wine glass in his hand.

After hearing this, Jim nodded noncommittally: "It's really the sound of money mating. I guess you don't provide sales ideas for free."

Tommy did not continue talking about the radio, but directly talked about his small business: "I didn't want to rob the bank's business, I just wanted to pick up the business that the banking industry had abandoned. After the credit card spam scandal a few years ago, the government and The financial industry has jointly improved financial supervision regulations. This has resulted in many poor people who have used their cards and failed to repay their debts to be included in a blacklist with high default risk. Banks will not open their accounts or apply for credit cards for them. These are the problems that traditional finance Do you know how many groups there are that institutions refuse to provide any services? Millions of people, low-income people, alcoholics, drug addicts, bankrupts, homeless people, cheap prostitutes... These people were high-quality customers in the eyes of banking institutions in those days, those Banks don't even do basic checks. In order to increase issuance, they send them all kinds of credit cards like snowflakes. Then when they find that they have swiped the cards but are unable to repay, they blame them and put them directly on the blacklist. , these people...we have to give them a chance to be reborn..."

"To put it bluntly, I'm not one of those mothers in Florida. Tommy, just tell me how your little bank makes poor people's money." Jim interrupted Tommy and asked to the point.

Tommy picked up the cigarette from the cigarette pack and lit it in his mouth: "Community development bank, community credit union, savings and credit cooperative...or whatever you call it doesn't matter. I checked the information and there is no such thing in the United States to help the poor. The bank, Muhammad Yunus, a Bangladeshi professor at Tennessee State University, came up with this thing in his home country last year, specifically lending money to poor people who have been shut out of traditional banks, and then lending money to every five borrowers. Divide into a group, collect the loan lent to them every week, lend them more money than last week, and collect it again next week, and the cycle starts again. If someone fails to repay in time, the loss can be stopped immediately one week, and at the same time, the interest and The loss is shared equally among the other four people. When the other four borrow money again, the interest will be higher than before and the amount will be reduced, so they can urge each other not to have bad debts."

After listening to Tommy's introduction, Jim was silent for half a cigarette, then looked at the wine cabinet opposite and murmured: "NoNoNoNo~~ Such an introduction is completely wrong. It's just a facade. At most, it's just a facade that earns some fame. Just like you fucking announced that OSS is free, you definitely don’t want just this much, because if it was just that, you wouldn’t call me at all.”

Tommy put his arm on the bar, half-turned around and looked at Jim with a half-smile. Jim put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, blew out the last puff of smoke and looked at Tommy, continuing his guess: "Soldier, Poor people, black people... There is no need to distinguish between poor people and black people. Most black people are fucking poor. I can understand soldiers. Many soldiers are in trouble because of excessive credit card use. Although they are not blacklisted because of their military status, They don't like credit cards, and I can understand being a poor person. It's a tool you use to gain a good reputation, but why do you mention black people specifically? I didn't understand this."

"Black people in California have recently set off a wave of entrepreneurship. The entrepreneurship is mainly concentrated in popular industries such as cocaine and marijuana. I plan to focus my business on California. In the past few years, I will not expand to other states. The main business points will be in California. Near major black communities, we hire black employees and lend money to black people who are interested in starting a business. Did you know? Once they succeed in starting a business, they will become very, very rich. Everyone drives a cool muscle car and wears Wearing shiny necklaces and rings, even his fucking teeth are inlaid with diamonds. The money is really wasted in the hands of those people. How about we spend it on their behalf? We can also gain some good reputation." Tommy spoke softly next to him. He spoke as if he was talking about a beautiful thing.

But Jim slowly widened his eyes. He stared at Tommy, the fat on his face trembled, and his eyes gradually shone as he spoke: "... lend money to black people, and then find a way to avoid getting into trouble. Tell them how to find the place where money is laundered, and then let them deposit the laundered money in a trustworthy bank, that is, our bank, and even trick those fools to use our bank to buy junk pink single stocks or stocks that we have prepared long ago. The fund, using a bunch of worthless waste paper, successfully turned his money into our money. After that, the nigger may die from another rival who borrowed money to rise up. Of course, it doesn't matter whether he dies or not. , it is best to die. After death, it will be extremely difficult to withdraw his money... There is no such financial institution in the United States, which means there is a lot of room for regulatory action. You only need to get some regulations at the California level Approval, and make the design of the contract for non-personal withdrawals more complicated, the money belonging to black people will have to be left in the account for our use... I am excited just thinking about it, there are so many black entrepreneurs in the United States who need help! This Definitely a great fucking cause!”

"It is more meaningful for us to lend that money to other people in need than to be spent by black people on the street who only know how to encrust their *** with gold. By the way, we help clean up the garbage in California. This is definitely a charity. , the United States and California should give us an ethics award." Tommy smiled at Jim.

“Those niggas will trust us because they relied on our banks step by step to get started, but they will not understand at all. In fact, from the moment he makes a lot of money, every money we lend to other black people is constantly Push him into death. If these black people can't resist the temptation, they will be like weeds. We will cut them off batch after batch and grow batch after batch. We don't need to do anything, just borrow money. Give them the euphemistic name of helping black people. You impress me, Tommy, you can always find some loopholes in the imperfect American system to show off your skills." Jim also laughed:

"The United States is lucky to have you in the Soviet Union. Maybe after the Soviet Union takes over the White House, they will award you a Gold Star Medal for Hero of the Soviet Union."

Seeing Jim's face, Tommy immediately said: "I am responsible for the poor and the soldiers, and you are responsible for the black people."

"F*ck! You should really look at the look on your face right now. Just when I was tempted, you woke me up with a cold pee!" Jim immediately cursed.

Tommy said frankly: "I am a member of the SSD. The SSD has very deep connections in the military. It is easier for me to deal with the military than you. I have also proven my charm among the poor, and I will also provide services to the poor. Installment loans are used to buy computers and ensure the early business volume. The only problem left for you is the black people. You should thank me for helping you share your work."

"What have the black poor people done to you? Tommy, your methods are more fucking cruel than Hitler's to the Jews. Hitler only killed the Jews, but did not lend them money like this. The rising stars in the industry stepped on the industry. Replace it with the boss's corpse, kill each other, and leave the inheritance to you." Jim licked his lips and asked curiously.

Tommy shook his head: "Who knows, this kind of disgust is innate. Maybe it was because I was a happy and rich man in my last life. I was just shopping with my girlfriend and was shot dead by a black man for no reason."

"This reason is more exaggerated than the one on the radio." Jim shrugged: "I think you must have been a poor fucking white man born in Africa in your last life. You were fucked by black people many times, and you hate them so much in this life."

"I think so," Tommy said.

"I want to own more shares, Tommy." Jim was silent for a while before he said seriously: "10% is not enough to overcome the guilt I feel towards those black people."

"I only have 50% in total, and I have generously given you 10%. Do you think that only the two of us can do this kind of business? I also have a rich classmate, and he took the other 50%. Of course, he doesn't He will monopolize it. His grandfather is a New York gentleman and his father is a California gentleman. I need his family’s connections and brand name. Do you understand? He is responsible for stepping in to solve the problem when other banks or gentlemen see us growing and cause trouble for us, such as transferring some For peaceful coexistence of shares, I need to independently get some California politicians to cover us, and then bribe some powerful black people in California to help us stand up, such as calling for the Nobel Peace Prize to be awarded to us. Maybe after we become stronger, I probably only have 20% left, and you can still have 10%, but 30% is enough to hold it firmly in your own hands. As long as you don't betray Lotus, 15% is my bottom line. I can't No matter how much, you are only worth this much in my heart now." Tommy gave Jim the price he could finally give.

Jim first motioned to the bartender in the distance to refill his glass. After the bartender took away the glass, he said to Tommy: "It's hard to say, Tommy. If you become an idiot like them one day, I will definitely do that." made."

"I can guarantee that even if I think with my butt, I won't do anything like them." Tommy said with certainty.

Taking the whiskey from the bartender, Jim asked: "Why don't you take charge of all this yourself? I mean, you don't need me, you can do it yourself and save 15%."

"I want to study, and I have always wanted to be a black TV station. I prefer to be kind to people. I want to help black friends build a TV station that can enrich their entertainment lives. And if it works, it can also help banks with free advertising." Tommy said with a smile.

Jim twirled his wine glass and laughed when he heard Tommy's words: "Black TV station, if you hadn't told me what you just said, I would have thought you were a friend of black people, Tommy."

"Can I take it as you accepted my invitation?" Tommy turned around and asked, holding the wine glass.

Jim also turned to look at Tommy and nodded: "Of course, of course I fucking accept it. I can't wait to see the expressions of those financial gentlemen when this small bank enters Wall Street many years later."

"To those gentlemen." Tommy raised his glass and said to Jim.

Jim raised his glass and clinked it with Tommy: "Here's to those weeds that help us make money and clean up automatically."

The administrator reminded me that I just noticed that there is an extra alliance leader. Thanks to Thatter for the alliance leader reward. Speaking of which, I seem to owe four alliance leaders more updates. I will start dividing them into chapters tomorrow. I will add one chapter with 3,000 words. More~~

Then, this volume will end if there are not many words left, and then a new volume will be opened~~