Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 229 Welcome to Little Havana
"Martin, do you know why I chose you when that producer Stephen allowed every unlucky guy to bring an assistant? Because you are from Miami, I love Miami, I love Little Havana, and I love hot Cuban girls wearing grass skirts and dancing hula!" Tommy, dressed in a vest, beach pants and flip-flops, walked down the plane's gangway, shielding himself from the hot sun with his hands, and said to Martin, a black man who was carrying two large suitcases behind him:
"So, how long does it take us to get from the airport to the famous Little Havana?"
Martin followed Tommy off the plane and put the suitcase on the ground. "Boss, there is something I need to explain clearly. There is indeed Little Havana in Miami. When I was in Los Angeles, I also introduced myself to people as being from Miami, but I am actually not familiar with Little Havana at all. I have never been there once. The place where I grew up is called Little Port-au-Prince, also known as Little Haiti. Cuba and Haiti are two hostile countries. Cuba holds Soviet banknotes and pursues communism, while Haiti holds American banknotes and resolutely fights against communism. In addition, the United States has completely different attitudes towards Cuban immigrants and Haitian black immigrants. Cuban immigrants enjoy more complete welfare than black people. Therefore, in life, although the people of Little Havana and Little Haiti in Miami hate Americans, they have a harmonious relationship with each other... uh... just like Soviet soldiers and American soldiers."
After the two men got off the plane, four or five people carrying cameras and radios followed closely behind them, including old Page.
"That means you can only take me to Compton in Miami, where there are black people everywhere. Shit, when we were in Los Angeles you even boasted that you got two Cuban girls in one night. I want to see the charming Cuban girls. I don't want to go to Little Haiti, I want to go to Little Havana." Tommy said.
Martin followed Tommy and kept chattering, "Black people also have hot girls. I have a cousin who I can introduce to you. But boss, the two of us only have fifty dollars in cash. If we don't eat or drink, we can probably survive for two nights in the cheapest hotel. But the prerequisite is that we have to go to Little Haiti to find my acquaintances. For my sake, they will not require us to pay a deposit and tax. Otherwise, we may have to go to the Haitian refugee camp to find an empty tent to spend the night."
Tommy ignored Martin's instructions and turned to look at the team in charge of his group: "Hey, if there is anything that is not suitable for broadcast, you will make sure it is deleted, right?"
"Yes, sir." Nick Peterson, the head of the filming crew, had just finished adjusting the equipment. He looked up and agreed in an affirmative tone.
Then he came over and introduced the script he had mastered to Tommy: "Mr. Hawke, according to our general plot design, you only need to go to the 12th Street Catholic Church in the South District to rely on relief food to fill your stomach. You can spend the first night in the accommodation provided by the church, where you can express your feelings for the poor..."
"Don't feel sorry for the poor. I was poor before, and I don't want to live that bad life again. Anyway, I like to do whatever I want. I will show the American dream in my eyes. I won't ask you to give me more program funds. I will do whatever I want. You can shoot whatever you want. Whether it can be broadcast or not is none of my business. That's it. Now you can go back to working on that machine. Martin, call a taxi, and we'll go."
"Go to the Little Haiti I'm familiar with?" Martin asked uncertainly.
"Let's go to Little Havana to see Cuban girls." Tommy put his hands in the pockets of his beach pants and walked forward.
Martin followed closely behind with two suitcases in his hand. "When I was in Miami, I heard that there was a relief station in Little Havana that gave out expired food from high-end restaurants to poor people. Boss, damn Americans, Little Haiti doesn't provide expired food from high-end restaurants. This is discrimination."
The crew hesitated for a moment and looked at Paige, who seemed to have nothing to do with the matter, and asked, "How can we convince your boss to cooperate with our filming?"
"Listen to him." Paige lowered his head and lit a cigarette, speaking calmly.
Then he signaled the camera crew to follow him.
Yes, Tommy, who just happened to have a few months of free time, was ultimately unable to dampen Stephen's enthusiasm. He believed that this American positive energy millionaire program he came up with would definitely win the American Television Industry Emmy Award for Best Reality Show.
In addition to Tommy and his assistant Martin , Stephen also recruited two other groups of people. One group was Jason and his girlfriend Susie, who served as his assistant, and the other group was Stephen's brothers from the same period in the Stanford Phoenix Society.
Jason was sent to the small town of San Sacramento, California, and the other group was sent to Little River City, Washington. In fact, according to Stephen's original plan, he was going to send Tommy to Alaska. He didn't want to see Tommy become successful, he just wanted to see Tommy survive in the wilderness.
Although according to the program's publicity, these people will need to be self-reliant in the next period of time and demonstrate how to go from a poor man to a rich man again, in fact, even Stephen, who firmly believes that he can win an Oscar, does not believe that poor Americans can really easily realize the American dream and become rich.
To this end, they designed a lot of realistic-looking script scenes and arranged extras in those cities. Basically, as long as they followed the instructions of the filming crew, they could get help from those kind-hearted actors, and eventually, step by step, they could slowly accumulate wealth, become rich, and realize the great American dream.
However, Tommy was not prepared to live in the lousy dormitory provided by the church as required by the program crew. He chose Miami for vacation, and filming the show was just a side job.
When the taxi stopped at Callaocho, the heart of Little Havana, Tommy couldn't wait to open the door and get out, leaving Martin to pay the fare with a painful look on his face.
This is Little Havana in Miami, a place called the "capital of Latin America" by countless Latin Americans who have immigrated to the United States.
At this moment, the number of tourists and pedestrians active in this central square alone made Tommy feel that there were more people than the entire city of Warwick.
The streets are lined with stone-walled shops with a strong Cuban feel and Baroque-style covered bridges. The air is filled with the aroma of cigars and coffee. There are also many beautiful girls in Latin-style clothing who walk gracefully around the square, selling all kinds of small commodities in their hands. Whenever they run a little faster, they can attract large flocks of pigeons in the square to spread their wings and fly.
It is still a cold season in New York now, and it is full of northern American tourists who come to the south for vacation. Some of them hold their cameras and take pictures, some sit in open-air coffee shops and taste Latin American handmade coffee, or some sit on benches and feed bread crumbs to pigeons that seem to be completely fearless of people and are so overweight that they can hardly fly.
Some Latino street artists were tinkering with various musical instruments around the square, playing pleasant rhythms. Some even danced to the music with a strong sense of rhythm.
"This is what a vacation is." Just as Tommy was sighing, a beautiful girl wearing a straw hat and cool clothes, with large areas of fair skin exposed to the sun, who judging from her skin color should be a white Hispanic, walked quickly to Tommy and showed him the cargo tray in her hand, which contained small commodities such as cigars, sunglasses, and wood carvings.
The girl slowly inserted a fully wrapped cigar into the ravine on her chest, and said to Tommy generously with her chest puffed out:
"Would you like to try some genuine Cuban cigars, sir? You can choose for yourself. If you like any of them, just pick it up with your own hands. Welcome to Havana."
