America 1982

On the way to the airport, Sophia sat in the back seat of the Cadillac and said to Tommy, who was chatting with Martin about black pop culture: "Raul and Michelle asked me privately why you just let it go without talking to them alone. They started the preliminary work, and they were a little nervous."

"It's nothing. The main reason is that Susan called me and wanted to meet and chat with me. Moreover, BT TV's business activities and copyright production and sales are issues that need to be considered later. The most important thing in the early stage is Rick's programming. Ideas." Tommy said to Sophia: "And Rick needs to think about it. He has never done this before, and he even has to digest the impact of those programs on him. I can understand it. After all, he worked as a helper after graduating from the University of Southern California. I am currently working as a small film producer, but among the four of them, I like Rick the most, he is very pure."

Sophia shrugged: "I thought you would like Sean Ray more, after all you have chatted with him for so long."

"Sean is pretty good, neither good nor bad. He's a bit cunning and likes to test things out. You have to look at his subsequent work before you can evaluate him." Tommy looked at Sophia:

"Guess, when Mark introduced Rick to me, what attracted me most to Rick?"

"Professional, majoring in film and television production at the University of Southern California, and young enough?" Sophia said as she sorted out the schedule in her hand.

"No, because if that guy is not capable enough to secure the position of vice president of programming at BT TV, we can still get him to work as a producer at BT Film and Television Production Company. That guy has a way of controlling costs. Mark and you both Paying attention to his glamorous side, I also noticed that the worst small film in his production career had only a pair of male and female protagonists. It lasted forty minutes and sold 730 units. Seven hundred and thirty units, it actually did it. Profit, I mean, even if he doesn't rent a venue, he carries a camera, finds two homeless people, and lets them stand on the street with two hamburgers, he still has to pay a fine, and other labor costs are taken into account, why? Possible profit? Impossible, at that time I suspected that his resume was falsified." Tommy seemed to be talking about a very rare thing, and said excitedly to Sophia:

"Profit is not even capital preservation. I asked Mark to ask specifically, how could that guy sell only 730 units and still make money? You can't even imagine that. That is an idea that definitely blows my mind. , which is why after I talked with him, I decided that the program he designed and produced will definitely make people’s eyes shine.”

"Boss, you must be a master at telling stories. You are a master at whetting your appetite. I'm already horny in the passenger seat. Just tell me how he sold it, okay..." Martin, the black bodyguard, sat in the passenger seat. He couldn't help but ask, but unfortunately before he could finish, he heard a crackling sound of electric shock. Martin let out a scream of "Ah~" and then lost his voice. He leaned on the passenger seat and closed his eyes and stopped moving.

"Mr. Page, what did you do?" Suovia saw Page driving as if by magic, holding an electric shock baton in one hand, and asked in shock: "Why did you attack Martin? Stop the car immediately, Help check Martin and send him to the nearest hospital!"

"Don't worry, Miss O'Connor, this is a female anti-wolf stun device with very low power. I'm just teaching him how to be a quiet bodyguard, not to speak casually when the boss is talking, to cultivate his professional habits, and by the way, tell him, It's not easy to earn two weekly salaries." Page said as he drove the car calmly.

Tommy didn't care about the others. When he heard the two weekly salaries, he was a little confused: "What two weekly salaries? He is not considered a regular employee of the TV station. At most, he is an outsourcing employee of Mark Company. Why are there two weekly salaries? You give What did he eat that gave him some unrealistic fantasies?”

"He said he was helping you as a bodyguard, and he also had to design hair for TV station employees. These are two jobs, so he received two salaries." Page glanced at the co-pilot, pretending not to be dead, and his eyelids shook slightly. Martin said.

Hearing that Martin wanted double salary, Tommy said decisively: "Mr. Page, do you still have enough power in your electric shock baton? Next time he is curious about salary, don't hesitate to turn the power to the maximum. If he can bear it, I will allow you If you purchase a more powerful electric shock prod, the company will reimburse you for the expense.”

"Tommy~ This is not a joke, Mr. Page is deliberately hurting others!" Sophia got up from the back seat and leaned forward, trying to check Martin's condition.

"Don't worry, Sophia. If Martin is killed by this electric shock stick that can't even kill a stray cat, we will save two salaries. If he lives, I might consider paying him an extra barber's salary. this……"

"I'm still alive, Mr. Hawke. Thank you for saying you are willing to pay me two salaries." Martin sat upright from the passenger seat, turned back to look at Tommy and Sophia, and said with a proud smile showing his white teeth: " Mr. Page said, Mr. Hawke, you are not willing to pay me a salary. If you give that black man a weekly salary of two thousand, you can see that you are not a stingy person."

"Hand me the electric shock baton, Mr. Page." Tommy smiled gently at Martin and stretched his hand in the direction of Page: "I want to make Martin happy~ Although that thing can't electrocute stray cats, it can't kill stray cats. I think it will definitely kill Martin."

Martin raised his hands exaggeratedly: "Boss, so, how does that red curly hair make money? Can you tell me a complete story before I am electrocuted by you?"

"I mailed it to countless cults in the United States and told them that this is a church movie, telling the story of the encounter between Adam and Eve. The male and female protagonists are devout believers, just to restore the biblical scenes in their hearts. It is not an adult movie, but It is a holy art. Regardless of whether the churches really believed his lies, more than 700 sets were sold anyway, and the price was still high. Most of them were bought by the churches to fool their own female believers." Tommy opened his mouth to tell the answer. .

Martin's brain obviously didn't react. After hearing Tommy's answer, his expression was strangely blank for a few seconds before he asked uncertainly: "You mean, that curly boy, sells that kind of movie to the church?" ? And more expensive than selling to ordinary people? White people are really assholes. This is blasphemous! He should be lucky that he is not black. We black people care about faith. Honestly, if he did this kind of thing in the black community of Miami, God is merciful. If we don’t rain down thunder and fire to burn him, this evil heretic, we will burn him to death.”

"By the way, Martin, after Rick heard that you were a barber, he considered making you a TV star in a show." Tommy looked at Martin's angry reaction and said with a smile.

"Me?" Martin looked at Tommy: "Me? Boss, you mean, my third salary is already looming? After the bodyguard and the barber, will I be a TV star? Appear on TV?" "

Tommy nodded: "If Rick doesn't get burned by God, yes, it's possible."

"Next time he wants to sell a small movie to the church, I'm willing to help him deliver it door-to-door. Who cares, God didn't expect to bless me to become a star." Martin immediately changed his mind and said: "So what should I do?"

Tommy lowered his voice, got closer to Martin, and said word by word: "My advice to you is to give up receiving the salary of a bodyguard and a barber, and wait to become a TV star with an astonishing net worth."

"Don't believe him, Martin, he just wants to steal your salary." As someone who has experienced this, Sophia said with a smile.

Martin stared at his innocent eyes, looked at Sophia, and then at Tommy: "I choose to believe you, boss. Ever since I knew that you could pay that nigger two thousand weekly wages without requiring him to do anything, I have I know you are a good person who can be trusted.”

Sophia sighed: "You have such a good eye, Martin, no wonder you can find such a weird job."

I'll write another chapter during the day. My wife and son are currently in the hospital and I'm so busy that I can't even think about it...