America 1982

Putting aside those hypocritical charity activities, this was the first time in Julian Farrell's life that he generously invited a group of poor people from the bottom, and then he did not receive the imaginary thanks, imaginary praise, imaginary respect.

But it definitely captured the attention of everyone present.

Because after he got drunk, he jumped up on the table like those vulgar poor people, announced his home generously, and announced that he would invite everyone to drink. Everyone present was stunned at first, then fell silent, and anger gradually accumulated in the silence. , the bald man who had bought him several bottles of beer before, stared at him fiercely:

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Julian Farrell, the boss of Sealine Shipping." Julian also realized that the atmosphere was a little unusual, but he continued.

He was sure that he had never had any interaction with these poor people before.

"Give you a chance, you better fucking tell everyone you're playing a clown." The bartender said from behind the bar: "This joke is not fucking funny."

Colin and Hull have been hanging out in this smoky place all year round. Although they don’t know what Julian did wrong, the most important issue at this time is to eliminate the anger of everyone in the bar. Colin jumped on the table and hugged Julian. over his shoulder, looking at everyone present:

"Of course it's a joke, otherwise what do you think, poor guy? A billionaire boss of a big company comes here to drink his mother's watered-down light beer. You don't know his identity, and you should also know your own, what level do you think you are? To be in the same room with these big shots, this is my son's father-in-law! You know, he tells a joke and you guys don't even have a damn sense of humor, and now it's the fucking reverse, my son is about to give way to the sea The ship owner's daughter gave birth to his children, so after understanding this joke, I quickly sent you your belated blessings. Did you know that this damn place has been open for so long without any stand-up comedians coming to stay? Because you guys don’t have the fucking brains to understand what a joke is! What a waste of Julian’s talent for humor!”

After listening to Colin's words, everyone present burst into laughter again, and the atmosphere quickly heated up. Before Julian spoke, the bald man even grinned and praised Julian, who was stunned on the table:

"Man, you got a good joke!"

Julian was a little shocked when he saw a bunch of white, low-class rough guys nodding in agreement.

I, a rich man from the shipping industry in Rhode Island, was actually humiliated by a group of poor people from the bottom of nowhere?

"Mr. bartender, two beers per person." Although Julian didn't know why these people had such strong hatred for the boss of Hailine Shipping, he was not prepared to continue to cause trouble, so he continued to speak loudly with a smile on his face.

Everyone in the bar gave him a warm response this time, holding up the beer he paid for and gesturing to him.

"Thank you, Colin. Without what you said just now, I might have to stay in the hospital for a while. I would have to call a lawyer and make these guys bankrupt." After the situation returned to calm, the man who was still standing on the table Julian gratefully patted Colin next to him who had just helped him out, and then whispered:

"I want to see them kneel before me with the money from selling off their property, and show mercy and let them go."

"I think the wiser choice is for us to leave now, or figure it out..." Colin wanted to speak and take Julian away with him.

Before Colin could finish speaking, the door of the milk house was pushed open from the outside, and an old white man who looked to be at least sixty or seventy years old came in from the outside. The drinkers inside were obviously very familiar with the old man. As he walked towards the bar, everyone he passed on the way took the initiative to say hello to him.

Then at a glance, the old man saw Colin standing on the table, taller and more conspicuous than everyone else, and Julian next to him, who was planning to accuse everyone.

The old man was stunned at first, then lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, then raised his head again: "WTF! Julian Farrell? The boss of Sealine Shipping Industry?"

"Have you heard this joke so soon?" The bald man next to him heard the old man's words: "Yes, although it's a bit fiddly, it's quite funny after you figure it out..."

"He's fucking Julian Farrell! The boss of Sealine Shipbuilding!" The old man pointed at Julian: "I saw him in Rhode Island! The Hoboken Shipyard is about to close down, and we are about to lose our jobs. It’s because his company stole our last navy order!”

Everyone in the bar fell silent again. The bald man who had just tried to explain this advanced joke to the old foreman who had worked at the Hoboken Shipyard for nearly fifty years turned his head to look at Julian on the wine table, and slowly He spat on the ground:

"Want to personally humiliate us poor people who are about to lose their jobs because of you? I get the joke, capitalist, welcome to Hoboken."

A group of drinkers came like a tide and quickly surrounded Julian, looking at him with unkind eyes.

Hoboken Shipyard? Julian was impressed by this name. The shipyard was established in 1938 when the United States accelerated production for World War II. It was originally a subsidiary of Bethlehem Steel Company, one of the three giants in the U.S. shipbuilding industry, because of the "emergency shipbuilding plan" of the United States during World War II. "Making a huge fortune, even during World War II, due to manpower shortages, female workers were given the same wages as men, and even black people were allowed to enjoy the same welfare benefits as white people.

However, in Julian's impression, this shipyard should have closed down as early as the 1960s, because not long after the end of World War II, Bethlehem streamlined various temporary expansion shipyards. The Hoboken Shipyard was only equipped for production. There is no need to retain the factory for emergency ships.

It sounds like they still exist and have naval orders to this day? But now it has been robbed by its own sea-line shipping industry?

It was quite good. After learning that these people's business was taken away, Julian's anger dissipated a lot. He took away the money himself, and of course he had to tolerate the other party's swearing.

"This man just touched me, I'm going to sue him for harassment!" The barmaid Lady, who was stroking her club, learned that the man she praised for having a nice butt was actually the main culprit that caused most of the bartenders to lose their jobs. The culprit suddenly spoke loudly: "There should be his fingerprints on my chest. Protect my breasts. They can bring enough compensation to Hoboken!"

"Yes, I witnessed it with my own eyes!" The bald man also reacted and said.

Julian was dumbfounded as the situation quickly reversed, and he was at a loss.

He could only look at Colin next to him for help. Colin took a sip of beer and said, "My wish has come true. Let's get started."

He was joking, but Colin looked at Hull. Hull pulled Julian down and pulled him behind him. He patted the waist that was still prominent even though it was covered by clothes: "What do you think? If the money man comes to Hoboken just to see you guys, will he only bring cash?”

While others were paying attention to Julian, Colin walked to the phone, not calling the police, but calling Tommy. In a place like this, calling the police was of no use, not to mention that if everyone really testified that that girl bit Julian to death and harassed her, it would be It will only irritate everyone present.

After Tommy listened to his father explain the general situation on the phone, he calmly told Colin the solution:

"Framing the frame up to the blacks and Mexicans, and asking Mr. Farrell to tell them that he was innocent. He originally wanted to inject capital into the Hoboken Shipyard, and the two parties turned into a partnership, but blacks and Mexicans in Rhode Island broke out in demonstrations , forcing Mr. Farrell to provide them with jobs. As a last resort, he had no choice but to cancel the cooperation and transfer the order to Rhode Island. If these people are to blame, blame Rhode Island, which is full of blacks and Mexicans. people."

"But there are no niggers everywhere in Rhode Island, let alone Mexicans, and those niggers won't go to demonstrations." Colin said in confusion.

Tommy said with certainty: "There are not even black people who dare to demonstrate, so no one will stand up to refute the accusations. Do you expect those drunkards to know whether there are black people in Rhode Island? In their eyes, black people are everywhere. As for Mexicans, it doesn’t matter. No one hates Mexicans except employers. Just tell my father-in-law that if he knows this direction, he will know how to solve the subsequent problems. He just has never dealt with such people. , doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to solve problems.”

"How to solve the matter of Julian touching the woman's vagina? The woman asked everyone to testify..." Colin was not worried about anything else. He was worried that the woman would frame Julian. If such a trivial matter caused conflicts between Julian and his wife, he would Lin is an out-and-out sinner.

"You don't need my help in that kind of thing. Believe me, my father-in-law is much better at dealing with women than you are. If there is a problem, it will have already appeared."

After hanging up the phone, Tommy looked at Otilia in the distance, and Tony noticed Tommy's playful expression: "What's wrong?"

Tommy withdrew his gaze and looked at Tony: "Dad always seriously advised me not to fool around and to respect my partner and family, but he took my father-in-law to a sleazy bar and rubbed the girl's breasts. So, Does my father love me more, or my father-in-law more?"

Second update~