America 1982

Long Beach, inside a community bar called Clarity in the black community of North Long Beach.

Two black policemen in police uniforms stood in the corner of the bar, smoking and chatting with Page, an old colleague whom he had not seen for a long time.

Tommy's bodyguard, mouthman, barber, and TV actor, Mr. Martin Hart, was shirtless at the moment, wearing only an Armani suit without the tags removed, a shiny gold watch on his wrist, and a shiny gold watch on his chest. In addition to the lush chest hair, the most conspicuous thing is the gold necklace that is almost as thick as a baby's arm. There are gold diamond rings on the middle finger and ring finger of both hands. He is standing in the center of the bar with a straight face. Holding a beer in his hand, he looked seriously at the more than 40 black men and women sitting in the bar who were invited in by the police and Page.

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

Those black people were obviously impressed by both the police and Page, but they felt a little strange about Martin's identity. Why did the two black police officers and Page, a notorious former police officer in the black area of ​​Long Beach, seem to obey him? Looks like a follower.

Who is this black man? Even Lott Page, a black butcher, worked for him?

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

It has been many years since Northern Long Beach has seen the appearance of such a domineering black boss that can only be seen in Compton, Los Angeles.

"Martin, Martin Hart, is my name." Martin slowly took a sip of beer, then looked around at the black people sitting in the seats in front of him, trying to imitate the black gangs he saw in Miami. The old cousins ​​spoke in an arrogant tone:

"Listen, niggas, I want you to do me a little favor, sit here for sixty minutes, have as many drinks and food as you want, and when you leave, everyone has a gift, Paige, show them what I got A gift given.”

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 with both hands, walked to the center of the bar and opened it. Inside was a box full of food packaged in cardboard boxes, all of which were big brands. , not cheap stuff from cheap supermarkets, milk, organic oats and some fruits, in short a full box.

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

Seeing Page's humility towards Martin, the black people present couldn't help but exclaimed. When had old Page ever been so polite to black people? He had a record of killing seven black people in a row with no guilt due to his so-called mental illness. , has already made the black people in Long Beach frightened, but now, this guy actually uses the honorific title to a black person!

They tried hard to turn their brains, trying to search through their memories to figure out what kind of big shot this compatriot named Martin Hart was.

"And this job is very simple. I set up a TV station, a black people's own TV station. Now I have a pilot program. I hope you will watch it and give me some opinions." After Martin finished speaking, he looked at Page and tilted his head towards him.

Page took out a video tape from his arms, walked to the TV at the bar, put the video tape into the home video recorder, and turned on the TV screen after debugging.

Black people looked at the screen in confusion. Black TV station, pilot show?

"What do you call her? Madam." A picture soon appeared on the TV. A black host, holding a microphone, stood outside the door of an obviously shabby black home and asked a young black woman next to him.

"Helen." The woman replied nervously.

The host continued to smile at Helen and said: "Okay, Helen, the registration information you submitted said that you have five daughters, wow... and their names are all called Helen. You and your five daughters are all called Helen." ?”

Helen nodded nervously: "Yes."

"...I mean, how do you tell them apart? For example, do you call them to eat?" the host asked doubtfully.

Helen, encouraged by the host, tried to calm down in front of the camera: "Just call Helen and come over for dinner, and then they will all show up."

"Okay, let's put it another way, what if you only want to talk to one of them?" The host changed the question.

Helen looked at the host with an idiot look, and then said: "...I will call them by their last names."

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

"In other words, the fathers of your five daughters are five different men." The host asked with an exaggerated expression.

Helen nodded: "Yes."

"You've come to the right show, Helen. "Searching for Dad America" ​​is here to help you and your children get out of trouble! Come on, let's go in and see your children." The host made an excited expression: "I'll wait. It’s too late to help you!”

The host was led by the hostess into the messy residence. In the living room, two black girls aged five or six were sitting on the sofa, watching TV and taking care of the younger sister in the middle, who was only three years old at most, eating potato chips. Upon entering, the host immediately moved the camera to avoid capturing the scene being played on the TV, and reminded Helen:

"Helen, your children are watching an R-rated movie with many explicit scenes."

Helen opened the refrigerator disapprovingly and took out a cheap Coke to entertain the host:

"Don't worry, they'll think a topless woman on TV is a food commercial."

There was another burst of laughter in the bar, and even the two black policemen couldn't help laughing. These words may sound shocking to many white people, but to the black people at the bottom, it is a normal trivial matter, because when children When parents are asked about explicit scenes on TV, most black mothers will lie perfunctorily and tell their children, don’t worry, it’s just an advertisement to sell breast milk.

"I mean, maybe the Children's Administration of Los Angeles is going to give you a hard time..." the host said.

Helen took a sip of Coke and looked at the host with a numb expression: "I have been waiting for them to come and take away these little devils for two years. If they come, will I still seek help from your program?"

People in the bar watched the one-hour video tape with great interest. It was very interesting. The TV station hired a professional team of private detectives. Through the information provided by Helen, supplemented by various investigative methods, they finally flew from Los Angeles to Toronto, Canada, with Then she found the last man who left her and now works in a lumber factory in Toronto.

Everyone laughed when they saw the man's expression as if he had seen a ghost when he saw Helen. Indeed, if he were the irresponsible man, he would not believe that Helen, who could not even recognize slightly more complicated words, actually Can find myself.

And when the team of lawyers from the United States and Canada brought by the program told him that abandoning and evading would face serious consequences, the man was so desperate that he almost cried.

Helen, on the other hand, solved the alimony issue with the help of a lawyer. She did not need the other party's consent. As long as the factory pays her salary, 40% of the money will be paid directly to her account after deducting the handling fee.

In the end, the TV station even prepared an interest-free loan of RMB 2,000 for Helen through KeyBank to support her in improving her living conditions, overcoming difficulties, and ushering in a new life. The show focuses on Helen's shock and ecstasy after receiving the check. Finish.

It wasn't until the entire show was played that Martin, who was sitting on the bar with his legs wide open and an arrogant posture, jumped down and asked everyone: "Niggers, what do you think of the show I put on?"

The two dozen women present applauded vigorously, and one of them shouted, "Mr. Hart, you're doing a great job! Very well done! We have a lot of people who would love to be on this show! We need help!"

However, most of the men present said that the program was boring and made people sleepy, so Martin might as well switch to a hip-hop music program, which would be more likable.

Seeing the men saying that the show was ugly, before Martin could refute, the women who were applauding had already yelled at the men. They bluntly said that these bastards were because they all had similar pasts and were worried that one day the show would appear in front of them with their ex-girlfriends and children. !

"You like it?" Martin asked the crowd

"Yes, I like it very much! This is a show that black people should watch!" A group of women said excitedly: "We also want to sign up! Mr. Hart!"

"Participate in this program? Stop it, girls, you are so beautiful, of course you don't need to participate in this program? Listen, I will also produce another program that is more suitable for you, "The Battle of Black Silk", that is, we will invite the most beautiful people in the United States. Good black hairstylists will design hair styles for free for those who sign up to make you more beautiful! It’s up to you to decide what is popular in America!” Martin winked at a few of the pretty black women and said loudly.

Seeing that Martin had a good impression of them, the black women immediately posted on him and boldly asked about Hart's origins. They wanted to find out how much money this guy had. One of them even directly invited Martin to the car. We chatted alone for a few minutes, trying to impress Martin.

While Martin was indulging in those disgusting flatteries and bold displays of affection, Page walked forward calmly and lowered his voice to remind: "Mr. Hart, the time is up, you have another meeting to attend."

"Girls, I will wait for you to sign up for the TV station. You, you, you~ and you, I think you have the potential to become stars, but I have to take a step first." Martin took a few steps back and pulled away from the women. distance, he spoke.

Seeing that the women wanted to press on Martin, Page stood in front of Martin in two steps and stared at the black men expressionlessly: "Don't let me say it a second time, get out of here."

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

"Page, be polite." Martin reminded.

Page looked at these women: "Get out of here politely."

When the women made way for a passage, Page escorted Martin and accompanied him out of the bar.

Page didn't pull over until the Cadillac drove out of the black area.

Without waiting for Page's instructions, Martin obediently opened the rear door and stepped out. He first opened the passenger door for Page, then ran to the driver's seat and started the car.

Page sat expressionlessly in the passenger seat, took out the electric shock stick from his pocket and operated it on Martin.

"Crack~" "Ah~~"

"Crack~" "Ah~"

As Martin drove, he screamed: "Okay, Mr. Page! I know I was wrong! Take away your damn electric prod, or you can't just change it to a high-power one and electrocute me to death." Or faint!"

"I want to remind you that the boss asked you to help the TV station understand the taste of black people, not to take the opportunity to pick up black women in bed." Page put away the stun bat, turned his head, looked out the window at the scenery of Long Beach, and said.

In this most polluted city in the United States, the sky is as gray as a mirror that has not been wiped for an unknown amount of time. Staying in this environment for too long can easily make people feel depressed, but obviously Martin is not here. Lie, even though he had just received two electric shocks, he still grinned and looked as happy as a fool.

"Did your brain get damaged by the electric shock?" Page couldn't help but asked curiously when he saw that this guy was still laughing after being shocked twice.

Martin held the steering wheel and said excitedly: "No, I just didn't expect that being a black man would feel so cool. Did you see the way those people looked at me? They were full of admiration for me!"

"If my two black former colleagues and I were not here, they could kill you and rob you in thirty seconds." Page picked up the mobile phone and dialed Rick Luther's number:

"Mr. Rick Luther, the survey of the black community in North Long Beach is over. I counted that they laughed out loud twenty-nine times in one hour. Your show is very popular. We are going to the next district. goodbye."

"Where should we go next? I feel that all the black people in Los Angeles are curious about me now, and may guess that I am a rich black man from New York." Martin asked after Page hung up the phone.

"The next stop is a bit dangerous." Page said to Martin: "Put me down at the company later, and someone else will take over the security of your next area."

When he heard that Page would not accompany him to participate in the next performing arts event, Martin was not ecstatic, but a little disappointed. He said to Page to stay:

"Please, I can't trust others. Paige, don't be like this. The effect of you standing behind me is completely different from the effect of others standing behind me. Looking at the expressions of those niggas, I want to pop my eyes out of my sockets. Long Beach is notorious The famous black butcher will stand behind me respectfully and serve me, and other black people will not be able to enjoy this kind of treatment in their lifetime."

"If I go to the next stop with you, there are only two endings. Either I will take you to fight 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, Compton, South Los Angeles, the African Star neighborhood." Page gave the answer to the next stop.

Martin braked and almost threw Page from the passenger seat onto the windshield. Although he was from Miami, it didn't mean he hadn't heard of Compton's bad reputation. The place was just like Little Haiti where he lived in Miami.

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

Little Haiti, the city with the highest crime rate in Florida.

Who do the bottom niggas on the West Coast hate the most? White people? No, it's the bottom East Coast niggas who get the most hate, and vice versa.

Martin now felt that he had developed urinary incontinence. He said frantically: "I, as a foreign nigger from Miami, go to the nigger base camp in Los Angeles to pretend to be a big shot? I won't go, I will be shot at indiscriminately. Death, a death worse than that of John F. Kennedy."

"You know? The boss likes to use reward plans to motivate people. For example, he is willing to give Miss O'Connor a large amount of money to reward her hard work, and he is willing to give Mr. Earl Rush some shares in recognition of his contribution to the TV station. Therefore, he specifically told me to arrange a corresponding reward plan for you." When Page heard that Martin was about to give up, there was no emotion at all. He sat in the passenger seat and admired the scenery outside, and lit a cigarette for himself. Said calmly.

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

"No, the reward plan for you is a notice. If you don't work, I will fire you." Page looked at Martin and said seriously.

Martin rolled his eyes in despair: "Thank you for this crazy reward."

Page continued to Martin: "The boss said there will be people called the Big Jack Brothers, who will be responsible for your security in that area. They are black."

"That's what I'm worried about. I'm worried that before other black people find the right opportunity to steal the gold from me, the three men named Big Jack will do it first." Martin said: "I am a nigger myself, so I know How bad niggas are!”

Page said unmoved: "You can go, or you can not go. If you go, you will still be a big shot in BT TV. You will be surrounded by people, and you can ride in this luxury car, and it will cost you the same." The company will help you pay. If you don’t go, the company will help you borrow money to buy these items, and you will need to complete the subsequent repayments yourself, and the creditors who come to your door may be the three Big Jack brothers."

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