Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 174 Wear More Pants on Vacation
Sophia bit her juice straw and watched in surprise as Tommy urged Dorothy, the maid who had been with him for several years, to pack her luggage faster so that they could go on vacation with their bodyguard, Mr. Page.
"You rarely think of the word vacation, so what made you finally think of relaxing and taking some time off?"
"Nothing, you don't want to know. I underestimated Rick and those black employees who worked hard for the company, such as Martin." Tommy walked up the stairs to Sophia's side, took a sip of the juice, and said to Sophia in a firm tone:
"I guess a woman like you won't be able to sleep all night after hearing this."
Sophia gave him an expression that said "Are you kidding?" but she didn't ask any further questions. She turned around and left to go to the study to help Tommy pick out some books to kill time on the plane. After spending several years together, she already knew all of Tommy's habits.
"Earl and Rick, they hired a black actor and director named Bill Duke for the movie 'Nigger Boss', have you heard of him?" Tommy said, standing in front of the stair railing with a juice in his hand, looking at Sophia who was about to leave.
Sophia stopped and thought for a moment, then turned to Tommy in confusion and asked, "Didn't Rick plan to choose one from Spike Lee, Leon Isaacs, Benjamin Bassett and other young black directors who were not favored by Hollywood studios? How did it become Bill Duke? He is not one of those young unknowns. Don't tell me you don't know this name. He is the director of the first six episodes of the first season of Miami Vice. He is also a very good actor. So why does his interest in your black drama keep me awake? I feel that it may be because his salary is too high, so you are the one who can't sleep tonight."
"No, that guy's offer wasn't high. It was a quarter lower than that of a white director with the same achievements. It's just... he asked for more power during the filming. You know, I don't care how much he spends. Anyway, if there is a serious overspending, Rick will be the first person I will trouble. Rick knows it himself." Tommy took a sip of juice, put his hands on the railing, looked at the magnificent but empty hall, and spoke.
Then he said to Dorothy, the maid who was helping him pack his luggage in the hall and had followed him all the way from San Francisco to Los Angeles, "Dorothy, please prepare two dozen pairs of underwear for me. In that damn place of Georgia, even if I have bodyguards and I'm a man, I won't feel safe if I don't wear a few pairs of underwear. I'm worried that I'll be dragged into an alley and killed."
"Okay, Mr. Tommy." Dorothy looked up and smiled at Tommy and agreed.
Tommy laughed when he heard the other party's address. "Either you call me Tommy affectionately, or you can call me Mr. Hawke, Mr. Tommy?"
Dorothy is 37 years old and is from Colombia. Before she worked as a domestic worker in the United States, she was a store clerk. Her husband is a truck driver and they have a lovely daughter. They are a happy family of three.
However, in 1980, her husband died during a transportation for the government army. The anti-government armed forces robbed the transport truck and massacred all the truck drivers employed by the government. They also sent threatening letters to the families of the deceased. After losing her husband, some local people also set their sights on their home. In the end, Dorothy sold the house. She fled Colombia with her children and arrived in the United States after going through untold hardships. She went to San Francisco to seek refuge with a distant relative whom she had never met since birth.
She first worked in San Francisco for two years cleaning up beach garbage. However, after earning the money, she did not spend it lavishly. Instead, she signed up for a home economics course. It was not until she met Tommy who was hiring a maid that she was recommended to him.
Although Tommy is a jerk most of the time, he is very kind to the poor people. His residence has a special nanny room, which allows Dorothy to live with her daughter, and they don't need to prepare three meals a day separately.
This is also the reason why Tommy moved to Los Angeles and Dorothy followed him obediently. After all, it is difficult for her to find a job where she can save all her salary and does not need to spend her own money on food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Her ten-year-old daughter is now studying in a boarding school arranged by Sofia.
In her mind, Tommy is the best employer in the world. She is also very happy to witness this young boy's life getting better and better, from a small villa in San Francisco to a luxurious villa in Los Angeles.
"The servants from other residences mentioned this when chatting in the community garden. They would address their employers in this way, which was both affectionate and respectful," Dorothy said as she folded a piece of clothing.
Hearing Tommy's admonition to Dorothy, Sophia frowned: "The security in Georgia is very bad?"
"There are a lot more Indians in that damn place now, do you understand? Indian men should have their golf clubs cut off when they are born. In my mind, the men from that country are the only ones who can beat black people. They not only fuck women and men, but also goats, lizards and fucking dead pythons. Jesus went to India to preach and he left with a big belly." Tommy said to Sophia seriously.
Seeing the other person's expression and hearing the exaggerated words coming out of his mouth, Sophia felt that this bastard was maliciously slandering other minorities again. She rolled her eyes at Tommy and changed the subject:
"So, what happened to Rick?"
"They were scouting locations near Los Angeles. I asked Martin and Big Jack's family to accompany them. Martin heard Rick trying to explain the cost issue to Bill Duke and made an important speech. The conversation between Martin, Bill Duke, Big Jack and those black people was the reason why I decided to visit old friends and take a vacation. I can't let any stains get on me if I avoid them. If there is a problem one day, I won't be there, so I just need to push Rick to be responsible." Tommy lowered his head and touched his abdomen with his hand. He took a few quick steps and walked to a mirror. He lifted the hem of his clothes, exposed his abdomen and took a closer look. He finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there are four faintly visible abdominal muscles. It shouldn't be too embarrassing."
"What did they talk about?" Sophia asked, ignoring Tommy's narcissistic behavior.
Tommy returned the half-drunk juice to Sophia, took out a cigarette and lit it. "The pilot episode always has to be eye-catching. Bill Duke hopes to use a big action scene after the protagonist is released from prison to prove that the protagonist is still in good shape or something. However, the salary of Hollywood actors is shockingly expensive. There are obviously an endless supply of poor black people on the street, but we can't use them as extras. We must go to the Screen Actors Guild and ask them to provide us with suitable candidates. Otherwise, the Screen Actors Guild will make trouble for us, saying that BT TV station does not respect Hollywood, the Screen Actors Guild, and the rights of actors. In short, don't even think about finding actors to work with in the future."
"Isn't this normal? It's a problem that everyone working in the TV station knows about." Sophia said to Tommy, "Why is there room for discussion on this issue?"
"But Martin didn't know. So, I think Mr. Page's greatest contribution to the TV station was discovering Martin Hart. He gave Rick and Bill a suggestion, which was why not let the black cousins in Compton register to become actors? Since registration is easy and only requires each person to pay a few dozen dollars in membership fees, let everyone register."
"Based on my understanding of you, an idea of this level is definitely not worthy of your praise." Sofitel said calmly after listening.
"Of course not only that. In fact, Martin has been hanging around in the black areas of Los Angeles recently. All the black areas know that a rich black man has come to Miami and opened a TV station. After he told them about this idea, Earl and Rick simply registered an actor agency in his name and told the black people that the company was going to produce a black drama and needed black actors. If you don't have a job, registering as an actor may give you a chance to become famous. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to register, because their company can help you. However, in addition to the membership fee, they also charge a service fee of more than ten dollars. The company did nothing, but there were more than 10,000 black people who asked for help in registration, and they collected hundreds of thousands of dollars just from collecting money."
"Is Martin going to die soon? If you don't pay the black people's membership fees to the Screen Actors Guild, he..." Sophia widened her eyes and looked at Tommy: "He will be in trouble, right?"
Tommy shook his head. "Of course not. Earl has already had the money handed over to the Screen Actors Guild, leaving only a few hundred thousand dollars in profits for a few people to share. You, Rick, Sean, and Earl, each of us will probably receive a check for twenty or thirty thousand dollars, which is just right for me to use to pay for my vacation."
"But even if everyone registers to become an actor, the Actors Guild may not recommend them to our crew? The union will only recommend those extras who they think are more suitable. Newly registered actors will have to slowly be promoted based on seniority. If they don't wait for a year or two, they may not even get a chance to work as extras." Sophia didn't care about the fact that she suddenly earned an extra twenty or thirty thousand. Instead, she frowned and talked about the problem she had discovered.
With such a large demand for extras, the Actors Guild cannot possibly give opportunities to newcomers who have only paid the membership fee once. So of course they have to start by looking through the membership information to see if there are any old members who have paid dues for many years in a row but still haven't had any opportunities.
Unless the producer forcibly specifies it, this will easily offend the Actors Guild. Given the size of BT TV station, if the Actors Guild is offended, subsequent work will be very difficult.
"Earl and Martin have already arranged the follow-up operations. As long as the Actors Guild is ready to ask for high pay for the extras, the new actors in Compton will go to surround the office of the white chairman. Earl will also greet the three major associations and say that the white senior executives of the Actors Guild discriminate against black people, do not want black TV stations to start broadcasting, do not want black people to have their own voice channels, and so on. They will not provide jobs for black actors who are in urgent need of making a living, and will only take care of those black idiots who are willing to pay more money to the union." Tommy looked at Sophia:
"So, that's why I'm going on vacation, it's all black people's fault, it has nothing to do with me."
"Earl didn't do anything wrong. In fact, the Actors Guild already has the problems you just mentioned." Sophia said to Tommy, "You don't need to be nervous. I remember that you never worried about angering white people. On the contrary, every time you saw a white opponent, you became excited and aggressive."
"Not only this problem, but there are other small problems, for example, many black gangs in Los Angeles are hoping to show goodwill to Martin through Big Jack so that their gangs can have a chance to appear in this kind of black supremacy drama. Those low-level blacks seem to have a craze for fame. The director spent five hours scouting locations and was so scared that he peed his pants. He had just finished scouting and decided on a Crips' territory as a filming location, and within three hours, the boss of that territory was killed and replaced by a boss of the Bloods." Tommy said:
"I will not get involved in these disgusting things. They are all internal problems among black people. Once a white person gets involved, all black people will bite the poor white person. I will not do that."
"It's crazy..." Sophia said in shock upon hearing about the gangs' actions.
Tommy patted her shoulders, signaling that she didn't need to worry too much. "It's okay. All of this has been filmed. We'll edit it into a collection of footage and release it as a videotape. Or if the series is really popular, we can release a separate documentary to show everyone that black people don't just act pretentiously in TV shows. In the real world, they are just as lawless. But all this has nothing to do with me. It's all done by Rick and the director. I don't know anything. I'm just a puppet, an outsider who only knows how to pay... and smile foolishly."
"Giggle..." Sophia sighed, "So, you have to go to that place full of Indians in Georgia before you feel you can sleep well?"
Tommy exhaled smoke and said, "I don't want to go. I'd rather go back to Rhode Island. I heard that Mr. Miller's second daughter is on vacation at Otilia's house. As Otilia's fiancé, I have to entertain her on behalf of my fiancée who is far away abroad and has no time to return home. It's a pity that I received an invitation. Or rather, all members of the CS Gang received an invitation."
"What invitation?"
"The fat guy David Shaffer from the CS gang is getting married. All of us are going to attend his wedding, and the male members are going to give him an unforgettable farewell bachelor party." Tommy looked at Sophia and said, "Are you interested? How about a bachelor party where I take you to see the world?"
"Wear more underwear and protect yourself, Tommy." When Sophia heard this bastard invite her to attend a bachelor party with him, she glared at him and said.
Tommy held the stair railing with both hands, a cigarette in his mouth. "If it weren't for me and Dennis, that fat guy would definitely be the most dazzling character in the CS gang."
"Everything is packed, Tommy, including the underwear you specifically asked me to pack." Dorothy closed the suitcase, stood up and said to Tommy.
"Thank you, Dorothy," said Tommy.
At this time, Paige also appeared in the living room quietly like a ghost, picked up the suitcase and walked out, first putting the suitcase in the car.
"That's it. See you in a week or two." Tommy walked down the stairs and reminded Sophia, "Also, remember to remind Martin, even though I praised him, if he dares to flirt with Vanessa, I will have Mr. Page come back to cut off his golf club and install a stun gun on it for him! I have other uses for that black beauty, and no other man is allowed to have any ideas about her, not even Earl. Without my permission, even a male dog in heat has to act like a gentleman in front of her."
"Did Martin receive the check for the hundreds of thousands of dollars in profit? I mean, if you didn't give him any share, I have to remember to keep it secret from him." Sophia leaned on the stairs and asked Tommy who was coming down.
"Ask the bank to increase his credit limit by 20,000 yuan so that he can buy himself some more things. It's the reward he deserves after helping the company earn hundreds of thousands of yuan." Tommy walked towards the living room door without looking back, cigarette in hand.
Sophia thought for a moment and said, "If you're really worried about Vanessa, maybe she could move in with me temporarily..."
"No, black people should live in the place I have planned for them. If I knew that black people had been in and out of your residence..." Tommy heard what Sophia said , turned around, made a hushing gesture with his hand, interrupted her, and said with a smile:
"Even breast augmentation to please me can't save you, Sophia."
Sophia sighed and didn't continue. Tommy, holding a cigarette in his mouth, walked down the stairs to the living room, muttering to himself:
“I can care about black people, but I’m not prepared to think of myself as black.”
