Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 160 Two Salaries Equals Ingratitude
Los Angeles, Long Beach.
Martin Hart swore to God that he had lived for twenty-five years, and none of the days before that combined were as bizarre as what happened today.
The black people on the West Coast are really unfriendly to their compatriots. On my first day in Long Beach, I was surrounded by four damn black men. They forced me to take off my new sneakers. Before I could take them off, a Cadillac luxury car drove up, and a sturdy white man who looked like a white rhinoceros got out of the car, along with an old white man with a wooden face, as if he was suffering from facial paralysis.
Then, he saw that the four black thugs who had just tried to snatch his sneakers did not rob the two white people who had trespassed into the black community without permission. Instead, after seeing their faces clearly, they simply knelt down with their hands raised above their heads.
"Guys? You only dare to steal the sneakers of your poor compatriots and worship two white people who got out of a nice car? They are the police? The Los Angeles police are really rich, they have Cadillac luxury cars..." Martin asked several black people with a puzzled look on his face.
However, the four black men kept their heads down and their hands raised, completely ignoring Martin's questions. Their appearance made Martin wonder if these four guys were fake black men, because black people in Miami would not be so well behaved when facing the police.
"This guy didn't kneel down, so he must be a tough guy." He heard the strong white man say to the old white man, "Or maybe your reputation is useless, Mr. Page. Anyway, you lose ten dollars to me."
Paige took out her wallet from her jacket pocket and handed George ten dollars in change. Then she walked around Martin Hart. Martin sniffed, "It smells like cops. I'm a victim, officer. They were trying to take my sneakers. You must have taught them a lesson before so that they would develop a good habit of kneeling and raising their hands."
Page walked up to the dozen black men kneeling on the ground and gently kicked one of them with his foot: "Say a few dirty words."
"Fuck Cock!" the black man raised his head and cursed at Page.
Paige took out a pair of gloves and put them on his hands slowly. "The insults are not original, and it's obvious that he is insulting me, which shows that he not only has no eloquence, but also no eyesight. But I'm used to it. In Long Beach, the most polluted beach in the United States, it may be more difficult to find a black person whose brain has not been destroyed by pollution than to find an alien."
Before, Martin was sure that these two people must be the police officers in this area, but when he saw the gloves in Page's hand, Martin Hart became a little suspicious.
If he was not mistaken, that was not police equipment, but smuggled goods from Cuba, called electric shock gloves. It was said that they were developed by the Soviet Union for interrogating prisoners. They were more powerful than the electric shock devices used by American police. In Miami, he had the honor of seeing his black cousins use this thing to test the loyalty of their brothers, but it only lasted five seconds, and the unlucky black guy became incontinent and lay on the ground twitching.
"Shit! Have the police in Los Angeles started using Soviet products?" Martin asked fearfully when he saw the gloves.
Page ignored him and put the metal gloves on the face of the black man who was cursing, and flipped the switch with her thumbs. Under Page's touch, which lasted no more than three seconds, the black man's facial muscles twitched a few times, and then he fell to the ground with foam at the mouth.
"Say some dirty words." Paige walked to the second kneeling black man.
Before the man could speak, Martin Hart had already raised his hands: "I can curse! Sir! I can! And I won't curse you! As long as you don't use that thing to shock me!"
Seeing Page looking at him and nodding slowly, Martin breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the three black men and cursed loudly:
"Niggers, do you like fresh food? I heard you disappointed your mother? Don't worry, I'll say hello to them for you!"
Paige was stunned for a moment, then spoke slowly, "You must not be a local nigger from Long Beach."
"You two are definitely not police officers." Martin raised his hands and said to Page, "Sir, as long as you don't use that thing to shock me, I can curse these niggers with different dirty words for at least six hours, and I can even rhyme. If necessary, I can even pat my belly to play drums to accompany it."
While Page was electrocuting several other black guys, he asked Martin as if he was chatting with him, "Where are you from?"
"Miami, sir, Miami's Little Haiti." Martin looked at several of his compatriots who were electrocuted like fish out of water, twitching and struggling on the ground. "There was a California senator named Pete Wilson on TV who said that California is very tolerant of black people, even more tolerant than Miami... I swear, he will never get my vote in this life."
"Are you here to deliver goods?" Paige turned off the power switch of the gloves and searched Martin's body skillfully: "There are several street gangs in Miami. Which one do you belong to?"
Martin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Page turn off the glove switch, but he still didn't dare to put down his hands: "I'm not a gang member. I'm a barber who came to Los Angeles to look for opportunities. I have a cousin named Richard who lives nearby. I want to stay at his house. From what I know, he might be a gang member..."
"Great, I'm a driver for the black TV station and we need people like you," Paige said to Martin.
"The driver of the Black TV station ?" Martin stared at the compatriots on the ground foaming at the mouth, then looked at Page: "Black TV station? Is it a special channel that broadcasts live how black people are executed? Or is it the name of a white gang?"
"No, it's just a normal TV station, so you're lucky." Paige shook her head, lowered her head, took out a cigarette, lit it and said:
"The black unemployment rate in Long Beach this year is as high as 50%. One in two black people is unemployed. You are lucky to be one of them who has a job."
Martin looked at the people lying on the ground, then at the black compatriots who passed by in the distance and witnessed all this but did not react, and finally looked at Page in front of him: "Here in Los Angeles...TV stations use electric shock gloves to provide jobs for black barbers?"
"Sometimes I'll use guns directly, depending on the other party's reaction." Page exhaled a puff of smoke and said while holding a cigarette.
Martin raised his hands: "Can I go back to Miami? Sir, I want to go back to Miami and be unemployed now..."
"Of course, we don't force others. George, wake up these blacks, hand the barber to them, and tell them to send him back to Miami for me. If I see this barber in South Bay again, send these remnants of the Black United Vanguard to see their superiors." When Paige saw that Martin rejected him, there was no change in his expression. He just turned and walked towards the car, and spoke when he passed George.
"You know, sir, I think people should learn to seize opportunities." Martin saw the brown bear-like white man preparing to wake up his compatriots on the ground, so he took a few quick steps and caught up with Paige.
Paige looked at him and said, "Can you read?"
"I went to community college and majored in hairdressing. I have a barber's certificate. I am a college student, sir, absolutely." Martin said, "By the way, can I put my hands down?"
"Are you good at swearing?" Paige opened the car door and motioned Martin to sit in.
Martin carefully sat in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, touched the leather-wrapped seat, and said:
"Yes sir, when I opened a barber shop in Miami, those customers were difficult to deal with. Most of them were black. You had to scold them so that they would understand that it was not because my hairstyles were ugly, but because they were ugly. If you explained it in a gentle and soft voice, they would think you were easy to bully, and then they would blame you for having eyes that looked like ET."
"What's your name? Barber?" Paige also got in the car and continued to ask.
Martin saw outside that the sturdy man was pouring cold water on a few niggers to wake them up, and threw a few small bills in front of them.
Looking at Page's expression, he swallowed and said, "Martin Hart."
"Martin, I've decided to give you a job." Paige lowered the car window, threw out the cigarette, and shouted to George, who was talking to some black men who had been electrocuted by him, "George, it's time to go."
Martin asked, "Excuse me, are you designing hair for the TV host?"
"No, you're a bodyguard," Page said to Martin.
"What?" Martin looked like he had a hard time understanding this sentence, and said to Paige:
"I'm a barber, sir. If I knew how to fight, I wouldn't have let these guys almost steal my sneakers."
"You don't need to understand." Paige said to Martin seriously, "You just need to be responsible for scolding people."
Martin opened the car door and walked out: "I want to get out of the car. If those guys want to steal my sneakers, let them. I would rather walk back to Miami barefoot than look for opportunities in Los Angeles again. People here are crazy..."
"Two hundred and fifty dollars a week, and there are staff dormitories in Beverly Hills." Page continued in the car.
Martin closed the car door and sat back in his previous position: "Sir, who did you say you needed me to scold?"
…
Studio District, San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles .
The headquarters of almost all TV stations in Los Angeles, as well as the West Coast TV centers of the three major American TV networks CBS, ABC, and NBC are all located here.
The headquarters of Tommy Hawke's Black Television, or BT TV, is also located here.
In the United States, it is not difficult to open an independent TV station, but it is not easy to make the audience know about it and be willing to watch it.
An independent TV station does not belong to the three major TV networks and has no cooperation with them. This means that the TV station needs to spend its own money to produce or purchase enough programs to broadcast on its own TV station.
Therefore, independent TV stations generally do not appear in small cities because there is not enough audience base. The city with the most independent TV stations in the United States is Los Angeles, and New York ranks behind it.
Even right next to the BT TV headquarters is another independent TV station. It is said that it was founded by a black NBA star. That guy spent a lot of money to buy the regional broadcasting rights of a bunch of children's cartoons, which are broadcast 24 hours a day. The reason he opened this TV station is because he did not have freedom of cartoons when he was a child, so when he became rich, he planned to open his own TV station that only broadcasts cartoons.
At this moment, at the BT TV headquarters, Martin Hart, who had changed into a black suit and was trying to imitate Page's stern face, stood quietly in the conference room with Page. In Martin's opinion, the boss Tommy, who must have a serious illness, was sitting in the conference room, looking at Wolf Tucker, the CEO of BT TV who had resigned, with a painful expression:
"Wolf, I can't understand why you did this. I trusted you so much. I gave you the responsibility of building BT TV from scratch. You built it yourself, but you ended up taking people to SBG. Why?"
Wolf Tucker, formerly the vice president of CBS's KCVB channel in Los Angeles, is 42 years old this year and graduated from the University of Southern California. He worked his way up from production assistant to executive producer and producer to vice president. The channel's flagship business talk show "The Ned Show" that he personally created even won an Emmy Award.
He is considered one of the top television producers in California, and he is black.
Inviting him to join BT TV station is not as easy as giving more money or shares. This guy has ideals. Tommy's concept of black TV station is the reason why he is willing to change jobs and poach old subordinates to help Tommy build the entire TV station framework.
However, he didn't expect that Tommy only wanted him to help complete the preliminary preparations for the TV station, and was not really prepared to produce some in-depth black programs according to the idea when he poached him to jump ship.
Depth, are you kidding me? As early as the 1960s, a TV station targeting black audiences produced in-depth and enlightening programs, trying to raise the political awareness of the black community and let them understand their legitimate rights. However, not long after, the owner of the TV station was sent to prison on suspicion of providing funds for the Black Panther Party to purchase weapons, and the TV station was closed down.
Seeing Tommy's painful expression, Wolf Tucker said with some shame: "Tommy, even if I were to choose countless times, I would still stand shoulder to shoulder with you."
"The fact is, you left and went to a rival company. The other party only promised to open a black TV station for you like BT, and you abandoned me." Tommy rubbed his face hard, hid his face under his palms, and said in a muffled voice.
Wolf Tucker pursed his thick lips, looked at Tommy and said, "Your ideas for BT and your program design all show that you really want to create a black TV channel that is different from the past. This is also what attracted me to resign from CBS and join BT. You want to enlighten them and guide them. All of this is very good, but... I can't wait for you forever. You said you want to produce all the programs independently. You can purchase some programs. There is no need to produce all the programs yourself. That will waste too much time. I don't know if Miss O'Connor has conveyed my opinion. I don't know what to say. With a salary of two thousand dollars a week and attractive enough shares, I really shouldn't resign, but I must say that I don't want to be just a salaried useless person. All your self-made ideas are too crazy and require too much investment, and... if the ratings are not high, it will be easy to close down. I don't want it to be just a flash in the pan. It just so happens that SBG also wants to launch a channel for the black community, so..."
Hearing what the other party said, Martin whispered to Page, "He had a job where his boss paid him two thousand dollars a week and he didn't have to do anything, and then he betrayed his boss, right?"
Paige nodded slightly.
"Can I scold this guy now?" Martin stared at Wolf Tucker and asked Page:
"This is not racial equality anymore. This boss Hawke should be the leader of black supremacy. He pays a nigger two thousand dollars a week and doesn't ask him to do anything, but the nigger actually betrays him? I have to scold him to wake him up... No, lend me the gloves. I want to shock his balls to wake him up and see clearly what kind of life the black people outside are leading."
"We are doing a great cause and we need to keep improving. In my imagination, all BT programs will be produced by black people and participated in by black people. This will even help many black people find jobs. If we go to purchase, what's the difference between that and other TV stations?" Tommy put down his palm and looked at Wolfe:
"I'm a little irritated now, Wolfe. You're still my good friend, but I don't want to chat now. I'll invite you to visit me another day."
Wolf sighed and said, "Tommy, I can talk to SBG and try to convince them to merge their Black TV station with BT TV station, and even let you be the major shareholder, as long as you agree."
"Thank you for your kindness, Wolf." Tommy laughed bitterly. "You mean, my BT TV station has become history without even a premiere? That's SBG, the sixth largest TV network in the United States... I said, I don't want to talk about these issues anymore. I'm tired."
"Tommy, if you insist, I'm willing to take everyone back..." Seeing Tommy's painful and tired expression, Wolfe felt a little bit reluctant.
As soon as he heard that the other party was willing to come back, Tommy immediately made a gesture of turning the ring. Seeing that gesture, Paige gently touched Martin's shoulder: "Start working."
"Nigger! Didn't you hear my boss say he's tired? Get out! Or do you want me to fuck you for him next? You're a fucking disgrace to black people! Mr. Hawke pays you two thousand dollars a week and you don't have to do anything, and this has become a reason for you to attack him? Nigger?" Martin immediately stepped forward, stood in front of Wolf Tucker, his nose almost touching his face, and cursed with saliva flying:
"You're staying here waiting for me to find you a high school girl with a nice ass and big tits? I'm telling you, you're not going to get anything, Nigger!"
"Martin! What are you doing! Apologize to my good friend Wolfe!" Tommy shouted angrily at Martin:
"I gave you this job because I wanted to understand black people through you, not because I wanted you to make me lose all my black friends, Paige! Take Mr. Tucker away!"
Before Wolf Tucker could react, he was greeted by a black man who suddenly appeared. He had not dealt with the lower-class black people for a long time. Faced with Martin's endless attacks, he was a little overwhelmed and didn't even know how to fight back. He was speechlessly taken out of the meeting room by Page.
"How did I do, boss?" Martin looked at Tommy. "For this kind of person, you should scold him every time you see him, and then let Mr. Page put on gloves and shock his genitals like crazy!"
"Martin, I understand your indignation, but Wolfe is my friend, do you understand?" Tommy looked at Martin and said.
Martin looked at the door, then at Tommy. "I don't understand. Did I curse him wrongly? It was Mr. Page who asked me to curse him. Of course, I was willing to curse this bastard. He actually didn't know how to be grateful. How difficult is it for black people to make a living these days? From the fact that I, a barber, have become a bodyguard, you can see that the world is difficult."
Paige pushed open the door of the conference room and looked at Tommy. "Mr. Hawke, is the trial result of this thing okay? If it's not good enough, I can go to Long Beach and get another one for you."
"Yes, Martin is a man full of justice. His probation period is over. By the way, in the future, the work of cutting and designing hair for TV station employees should be given to him. We should give Martin the opportunity to improve his hairdressing skills." Tommy stood up, patted Martin on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging smile, and then walked out:
"I need to talk to the new staff about the TV station's ideas. Martin can take a break because they are all white people. If I want to curse, I will do it myself."
When only Page and himself were left in the meeting room, Martin walked towards Page with a smile: "Does this mean that I can earn two salaries? I love this job. To be honest, it's rare to find a boss as generous as Mr. Hawke nowadays..."
"Okay, but I suggest you give up one of them on your own initiative." Paige took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and said to Martin seriously.
Martin looked puzzled: "Why? I have to help the boss scold those ungrateful niggers, and I have to cut the employees' hair. These are two jobs."
"You want to get two salaries, which is tantamount to being ungrateful in the eyes of your boss." Paige exhaled a puff of smoke and said to Martin seriously.
