America 1982

"Of course~" Tommy took out the cigar from the other person's chest and squeezed it, feeling the strong feeling of the other person's hand.

The girl laughed happily, helped Tommy unpack it, and even helped Tommy light it: "Thank you for your patronage, five dollars."

"Martin, pay this beautiful girl five dollars. This cigar tastes great and has a rich milky aroma." Tommy bit his cigar and urged Martin, who had just walked over with two suitcases, to say.

Martin was stunned for a moment: "How much? Five dollars?"

Seeing that Tommy was not joking, he walked over and took a closer look at the cigar in Tommy's mouth: "This thing can't have a milky flavor, boss. If you like this local product from Miami, I can buy it for you for two dollars." If you get a box, it’s all crap to deceive foreign tourists... OK, it’s ten dollars.”

The girl took out another cigar and put it on her chest. She looked at Martin openly. Martin immediately shut up, took out ten dollars and handed it to the other party. At the same time, he took off the cigar from her chest and whispered to Tang while sniffing the cigar. Mi: "Boss, I want to say, those people are still filming us, should you work hard to realize the American dream, even if it's just pretending? Maybe other groups are thinking about how to make money, but when we get off the plane, we just want to Flirting with Cuban girls while chewing a milky cigar.”

Tommy ignored Martin's reminder and found an empty bench to sit down and rest. He chewed a cigar and looked at the central square of Little Havana, which was comparable to New York's Times Square in terms of crowd density. He first observed the people in the square, and then I started to look at all the shops on the surrounding streets, and until I had a clear view of the environment, I got up and bought a sun hat, and walked around the nearby streets a few times, as if I was walking around the bustling center of Little Havana. After going all over the place, we even went to several hotels, convenience stores, and laundromats to learn more about it. Then we returned to the bench and continued to sit down and rest. Martin and I each bought a glass of cool juice to drink, while Tommy drank. Asked Martin next to him:

"Do you know how I made money for the first time?"

"Mr. Page and Miss Sophia said that you earned tuition through summer camp and so on." Martin told Tommy the news he learned from Page and Sophia.

"No, that is the experience of using money to make money again after you have money. The first time I made money independently was by selling medicine."

Martin was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the camera that was being turned on not far away, and then at the unscrupulous Tommy: "Boss, are you sure that you have become rich by selling drugs, which is suitable for promoting the American dream? Your friend named Stephen , I still hope that this show will win the Emmy Awards, not that I will choose a cell in San Quentin Prison to settle down."

The camera crew also had some headaches, but did not intervene. Team leader Nick just reminded the photographer: "Mark this section and see if it needs to be silenced."

"Of course, if you insist on doing the drug business, boss, I think it is better to go to my hometown of Little Haiti. I have connections there, and you can buy crack and high speed, but our principal seems to be buying Less than a few pills." Martin lowered his voice and added thoughtfully to Tommy.

Tommy looked at Martin: "You think I want to sell cocaine?"

"Otherwise, what kind of medicine is this? Kuai Ke, Hi Kuai, these are the most popular ones in Miami." Martin looked at Tommy in confusion: "Miami is an international metropolis, and the old-fashioned things like sea ** are already here. It’s not popular among young people.”

"Regular drugs, Martin, I'm not a drug dealer. We are here to show the American dream and make people believe that as long as they work as hard as us, they can make their lives better." Tommy still looked at the distance. Crowd: "I just want you to go buy a few boxes of Senegal while I get ready for business."

"The name Senigo is really malicious to black people." When Martin heard the name, he complained unhappily at first, and then asked curiously: "Are you constipated? Boss? Or... have you changed your taste recently? You like it?" Got a Cuban man?”

Senegal is a powerful American laxative used to help patients excrete quickly. The drug works very quickly and is a must-have for many American gays today when they are dating.

"I like everyone here," Tommy told Martin.

Martin looked at the thousands of people in the square with his mouth open: "So, are we going to film the American dream of realizing the poor, or the American dream of the gays? Are you sure that with so many people, a few boxes of laxatives will be enough for them to clean their anus?" ?Also, can I buy you a few more boxes of Trojan and lubricant?"

The camera crew was in despair listening to the conversation between the two. They no longer considered the possibility of how many times Tommy and Martin's conversation would be silenced, but whether this group of material was not broadcast at all.

"Don't you want to learn from me how to make money? First of all, money won't fall from the sky. You need to create opportunities, an opportunity to reasonably put the money in other people's pockets into our pockets." Tommy bit the straw with an expression. Said calmly.

Martin thought for a moment and then hesitantly said: "The two of us occupied all the public toilets nearby, fed them laxatives, and then blackmailed them into paying money to relieve themselves?"

"That's illegal, Martin," Tommy reminded.

Martin breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked nervously: "I'm glad that you still remember that it's illegal, boss. I'm not mentally prepared to return to the police station just after returning to Miami. Can you tell me what you bought?" What is that thing for? Otherwise, I would always worry that you are planning to attack me after I fall asleep at night."

"You buy Senegal, grind it into powder, then go to the square management office to buy a dozen bags of bread crumbs, mix it in and feed it to the pigeons, and then these thousands of pigeons fly freely in this central square where people come and go. ." Tommy said as he looked at the flocks of pigeons flying around.

Martin looked at Tommy dumbfounded, and then looked at the film crew who had been dumbfounded. He couldn't help but whisper: "Animal abuse is also illegal, boss."

"These pigeons are severely overweight and we're just trying to help them lose weight, you know? People are slaughtering these poor birds with chronic obesity and we're saving them, the law says we can't abuse the birds, but there's no law that says we can't treat them, We are curing them and saving them now." Tommy withdrew his gaze and said to Martin with an upright face:

"Remember clearly, we are animal protection volunteers."

Martin was stunned for a long time with his mouth open, and then he came back to his senses and said suddenly: "Then, we can get a job as cleaners cleaning the square, right? It's a good idea, yes, boss, we can at least get a job of at least three Short-term jobs that last for days.”

"You feed pigeons laxatives just to have fun wiping their butts?" Tommy tapped his forehead lightly with his finger:

"No~ Martin, it is now 3:24 in the afternoon. If you buy the medicine and feed it to the pigeons as planned, then the pigeons will have an attack at five to six o'clock at the latest. It will already be sunset by then. Tourists whose clothes are stained by bird droppings, whether they go to a restaurant or a nighttime attraction, will first decide to go back to the hotel to take a shower and change clothes, while I will go find a laundry while you are buying medicine to feed the pigeons. The store talks about cooperation and then prints business cards.”

"We send business cards with names and phone numbers to tourists here who may be attacked by bird droppings at any time, and tell them that our laundry provides door-to-door pick-up service. I have asked several nearby hotels, and only one provides it. Laundry service, that is to say, guests staying in other hotels will need our services. By then, we should not only be able to earn the extra tips paid by the guests when you come to your door, but also negotiate with the laundromat because of the large number of clothes. Get a discounted price and earn the difference.”

"Maybe you won't make a lot of money, but you and these poor pigeons can help me earn a room rate for at least a three-star hotel for one night. It shouldn't be a big problem."

Martin was speechless, except for the occasional small movement of blinking, which proved that he was still alive.

The cameraman looked at Nick, the leader of the tracking team next to him: "Boss, are we still sure we want to continue filming this born aristocrat named Tommy Hawke? Do you think you want to tell the audience that if you want to realize the American dream, you must be crazy about buying If pigeons are fed powerful laxatives and drenched in bird feces, will they accept the American dream?"

Second update~