Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 211: The Father-in-Law Who Eats and Drinks for Free (Part 2)
Putting aside those hypocritical charitable activities, this was the first time in Julian Farrell's life that he generously treated a group of poor people from the lower class, and then he did not receive the thanks, praise, and respect he had imagined.
But it definitely caught the attention of everyone present.
Because after he got drunk, he jumped onto the table like those vulgar poor guys, generously introduced himself, and announced that he would buy everyone a drink. Everyone present was stunned at first, then silent, and anger gradually accumulated in the silence. Finally, the bald man who had bought him several bottles of beer before stared at him viciously:
"Who the hell do you say you are?"
"Julian Farrell, owner of Sea Line Shipping." Julian also realized that the atmosphere was a little unusual, but he continued.
He was sure that he had never had any connection with these poor guys before.
"I'll give you one chance. You better 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 kind of smoky place for years. Although they don't know what Julian did wrong, the most important thing at this moment is to eliminate the anger of everyone in the bar. Colin jumped onto the table, put his arm around Julian's shoulders, and looked at everyone present:
"Of course it's a joke. What do you think, poor bastard? A billionaire boss of a big company comes here to drink fucking diluted light beer. You don't know his identity, but you should also know your own status. You think you can be in the same room with those big shots. This is my son's father-in-law! You understand? He told a joke, but you don't even have a damn sense of humor. Now it's a fucking reversal. My son is about to let the daughter of the boss of Haixian Shipping give birth to his children. So, after understanding this joke, quickly send your fucking belated blessings. Do you know that this damn place has been open for so long and there have been no stand-up comedians? Because you guys can't understand what a fucking joke is! You've wasted Julian's talent for humor!"
After hearing Colin's words, everyone present burst into laughter again, and the atmosphere quickly heated up to the time before Julian spoke. The bald man even grinned and praised Julian, who was stunned on the table:
"That's a good joke, man!"
Julian was a little shocked to see a group of white, low-class rough guys nodding in agreement.
How could I, a tycoon in the shipping industry from Rhode Island, be humiliated by a group of poor people from some unknown place?
"Mr. Bartender, two beers per person." Although Julian didn't know why these people had such a strong hatred towards the boss of Haixian Shipping Industry, he was not going to continue to cause trouble, so he continued to speak loudly with a smile on his face.
This time, everyone in the bar gave him a warm response, raising the beers he paid for and gesturing to him.
"Thank you, Colin. If you hadn't said that, I might have to stay in the hospital for a while. I'm going to call a lawyer and make these guys go bankrupt." After the situation calmed down, Julian, who was still standing on the table, patted Colin beside him gratefully for helping him out, and then whispered:
"I want to see them kneel before me with the money they earned from selling their property, and then I will show mercy and let them go."
"I think the wisest choice is for us to leave now, or figure it out..." Colin wanted to take Julian away with him.
Before Colin could finish his words, the door of the milk house was pushed open from the outside, and a white old man who looked to be at least 60 or 70 years old walked in. The drinkers inside were obviously very familiar with the old man, and as the old man walked towards the bar, everyone passing by took the initiative to greet him.
Then the old man saw Colin standing on the table, taller and more conspicuous than everyone else, and Julian beside him who was planning to sue everyone.
The old man was stunned at first, then he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, then looked up again: "WTF! Julian Farrell? The boss of Sea Line Shipping?"
"You've heard this joke so soon?" The bald man next to him heard the old man's words: "Yes, although it's a bit brain-consuming, it's quite funny after you figure it out..."
"That's Julian Farrell! The owner of Sea Line Shipbuilding!" The old man pointed at Julian and said, "I've seen him in Rhode Island! The Hoboken Shipyard is about to close down and we're about to lose our jobs because his company has taken away our last naval order!"
Everyone in the bar fell silent again. The bald man who had just tried to explain this high-level joke to the old foreman who had worked at the Hoboken Shipyard for nearly fifty years turned his head to look at Julian at the table and slowly spat on the ground:
"You 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, quickly surrounded Julian, and looked at him unkindly.
Hoboken Shipyard? Julian had an impression of this name. It was a shipyard established in 1938 to speed up production in the United States during World War II. It was originally one of the three largest shipbuilding companies in the United States, a subsidiary of Bethlehem Steel. It made a fortune from the "Emergency Shipbuilding Plan" during World War II. During World War II, due to the shortage of manpower, female workers were paid the same as men, and even blacks were allowed to enjoy the same welfare benefits as whites.
However, in Julian's impression, this shipyard should have been closed down as early as the 1960s, because not long after the end of World War II, Bethlehem streamlined the shipyards that were temporarily expanded in various places, and there was no need to retain the Hoboken Shipyard, a factory that was only capable of producing emergency ships.
It sounds like they still exist and have naval orders until now? But now they have been snatched away by their own sea line ship industry?
That's pretty good. When Julian learned that he had robbed these people of their business, his anger actually subsided a lot. Since he had robbed the money, of course he had to tolerate the other party's swearing.
"This man just touched me all over. I'm going to sue him for harassment!" Lady, a barmaid who was stroking her golf club, suddenly shouted when she learned that the man she praised for his perky butt was the culprit who caused most of the drinkers to lose their jobs. "I think there should be his fingerprints on my breasts. Protect my breasts. They can bring enough compensation to Hoboken!"
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes!" The bald man also reacted and spoke.
Julian stared in amazement at the rapid reversal of the situation, not knowing what to do.
I could only look to Colin next to me for help. Colin took a sip of beer without caring: "The wish has come true. Let's get started."
Although Colin was joking, he looked at Hull. Hull pulled Julian down and behind him, patting his waist which was covered by clothes but still protruded: "Do you think a rich man who came to Hoboken to visit you guys would only bring cash?"
While everyone else was paying attention to Julian, Colin walked to the phone, not to call the police, but to call Tommy. In a place like this, calling the police was useless. Besides, if everyone testified that the girl really accused Julian to death of harassing her, it would only anger everyone present.
After Tommy heard his father explain the general situation on the phone, he calmly told Colin the solution:
"Frame the blacks and Mexicans and let Mr. Farrell tell them that he is innocent. He originally wanted to invest in the Hoboken Shipyard and the two sides became partners, but the blacks and Mexicans in Rhode Island staged demonstrations and forced Mr. Farrell to provide them with jobs. He had no choice but to cancel the cooperation and transfer the orders to Rhode Island. If these people want to blame, blame the blacks and Mexicans who are everywhere in Rhode Island."
"But there are no niggers everywhere in Rhode Island, let alone Mexicans, and those niggers will not demonstrate," Colin said puzzled.
Tommy said in a positive tone: "There are not even any black people who dare to demonstrate, so no one will stand up to refute the frame-up. 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. Except for employers, everyone hates Mexicans. Just tell my father-in-law like this, and he will know how to solve the subsequent problems. He just hasn't dealt with such people, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know how to solve the problem."
"How do we solve the problem of Julian touching a woman's breasts? That woman asked everyone to testify..." Colin was not worried about anything else. He was worried that the woman would frame Julian. If such a small matter caused conflicts in the relationship between Julian and his wife, Colin would be an absolute sinner.
"You don't need my help with that kind of thing. Believe me, my father-in-law is much better at dealing with women than you, Dad. If there was going to be a problem, it would have appeared long ago."
After hanging up the phone, Tommy looked at Otilia in the distance, and Tony noticed Tommy's playful expression: "What's wrong?"
Tommy looked away 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 to touch the breasts of barmaids. So, does my father love me more, or does he love my father-in-law more?"
