Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 230 Will They Accept the American Dream?
"Of course~" Tommy took the cigar from the other person's chest, squeezed it, and felt the firm touch of the other person.
The girl laughed happily, helped Tommy unpack the cigarette, and even lit it for him: "Thank you for your patronage. Five dollars."
"Martin, pay this beautiful girl five dollars. This cigar tastes great, with a strong milky flavor." Tommy bit his cigar and urged Martin, who had just walked over with two suitcases.
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. This is a local product from Miami. If you like it, I can buy you a box for two dollars. They are all rubbish that cheats out-of-town tourists... OK, ten dollars."
The girl took out another cigar and put it in front of her chest, looking at Martin openly. Martin immediately shut up, took out ten dollars and handed it to her. He took the cigar off her chest and sniffed the cigar while reminding Tommy in a low voice: "Boss, I want to say that those people are still filming us. Should n't work hard to realize the American dream, even if it's just pretend? Maybe other groups are thinking about how to make money, but when we get off the plane, we just want to flirt with Cuban girls while biting on milky cigars."
Tommy ignored Martin's reminder and found an empty bench to sit down and rest. He bit his cigar and looked at the Little Havana Central Square, which was as crowded as Times Square in New York. He first observed the people in the square, and then began to observe all the shops on the surrounding streets. After he had seen the environment thoroughly, he stood up and bought a sun hat. He walked around the nearby streets a few times, and walked around the prosperous center of Little Havana like a sightseeing walk. He even went to several hotels, convenience stores, and laundromats to check them out. Then he returned to the bench to continue sitting down and resting. He and Martin each bought a glass of cool juice to drink. While drinking, Tommy asked Martin next to him:
"Do you know how I made my first money?"
"Mr. Paige and Miss Sophia said that you earned the tuition money through summer camp." Martin told Tommy the news he heard from Paige and Sophia.
"No, that was the experience of using money to make more money after I had money. The first time I made money independently was by selling medicine."
Martin was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the camera not far away, and then looked at the unscrupulous Tommy: "Boss, are you sure that becoming rich by selling drugs is suitable for promoting the American dream? Your friend named Stephen is counting on this show to participate in the Emmy Awards, not to use it to enter San Quentin Prison and choose a room to live in."
The crew was also a bit troubled, but they did not intervene. Team leader Nick just reminded the photographer: "Mark this section and see if it needs to be muted later."
"Of course, if you insist on doing the drug business, boss, I think you should go to my hometown, Little Haiti. I have connections there and can buy crack and Hit, but our capital doesn't seem to be enough to buy a few pills." Martin lowered his voice and added to Tommy considerately.
Tommy looked at Martin. "You think I'm selling cocaine?"
"What kind of drug is it? Crack and high are the most popular drugs in Miami." Martin looked at Tommy puzzledly: "Miami is an international metropolis. Old-fashioned drugs like heroin are no longer popular among young people here."
"Legal medicine, Martin. I'm not a drug dealer. We are here to showcase the American dream and make people believe that as long as they work as hard as we do, they can make their lives better." Tommy still looked at the crowd in the distance: "I just want you to buy a few boxes of Senigo, and I will do the preparations before the business starts."
"The name Senigo is really full of malice towards black people." Martin complained unhappily when he heard the name, and then asked curiously: "Are you constipated, boss? Or... have you changed your taste recently? Have you fallen in love with a Cuban man?"
Senigo is a strong American laxative used to help patients defecate quickly. It takes effect very quickly and is a must-have for many American gays on dates today.
"I like everyone here," Tommy said to Martin.
Martin looked at the thousands of people in the square in amazement: "So, are we going to film the realization of the American dream of the poor, or the realization of the American dream of the gays? Are you sure that a few boxes of laxatives are enough to clean up the anus of so many people? Also, do you want me to buy you a few more boxes of Trojan and lubricant?"
The crew was already in despair as they listened to the conversation between the two. They no longer considered how many times Tommy and Martin's conversation would be muted, but rather whether this set of footage had any chance of being 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, opportunities to put money from other people's pockets into our pockets." Tommy said calmly, biting the straw.
Martin thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Why don't we occupy all the public toilets nearby, feed them laxatives, and then blackmail them to pay money to go in and defecate?"
"That's illegal, Martin," Tommy reminded.
Martin breathed a sigh of relief, then asked nervously, "I'm glad you remember that it's illegal, boss. I'm not ready to go back to the police station right after returning to Miami. Can you tell me what you bought that thing for? Otherwise, I'm always worried that you're going to do it to me after I fall asleep at night."
"Buy some Senego, grind it into powder, then go to the square management office and buy a dozen bags of breadcrumbs, mix it in and feed it to the pigeons. Then these thousands of pigeons will fly freely in this busy central square." Tommy said as he looked at the flocks of pigeons flying back and forth.
Martin stared at Tommy in amazement, then looked at the dumbfounded crew members, and couldn't help but whispered, "Animal abuse is also illegal, boss."
"These pigeons are seriously overweight. We just want to help them lose weight, understand? People are killing these poor birds with chronic obesity. We are saving them. The law stipulates that we cannot abuse birds, but it does not stipulate that we cannot treat them. We are now healing them and saving them." Tommy retracted his gaze and said to Martin with a righteous face:
"Remember, we are animal protection volunteers."
Martin opened his mouth for a long time before he came to his senses and said with sudden realization: "Then, we can get a job as cleaners to clean the square, right? That's a good idea, yes, boss, we can at least get a short-term job of at least three days."
"You feed pigeons laxatives just to wipe their butts for fun ?" Tommy tapped his forehead with his fingers:
"No~Martin, it's 3:24 pm now. If you buy the medicine and feed it to the pigeons as planned, then the pigeons will have an attack at 5 or 6 o'clock at the latest. It will be sunset by then. Tourists whose clothes are stained by bird droppings will decide to go back to the hotel to take a shower and change clothes first, whether they are going to a restaurant or a night attraction. And I will go to a laundry shop to discuss cooperation and print business cards while you are buying medicine and feeding the pigeons."
"We hand out business cards with our names and phone numbers to tourists who may be attacked by bird droppings at any time, and tell them that our laundry shop provides door-to-door service for picking up clothes. I have asked several hotels nearby, and only one provides laundry service. That means that guests staying in other hotels will need our service. By then, we should be able to earn not only the extra tips paid by guests when you come to your door, but also negotiate a preferential discount price with the laundry shop because of the large number of clothes, and earn the difference."
"Maybe you won't make a lot of money, but you and these poor pigeons can help me earn at least a three-star hotel room for one night. It shouldn't be a problem."
Martin was speechless, except for the occasional blink of an eye, which proved that he was still alive.
The cameraman looked at Nick, the filming team leader, and said, "Boss, are we sure we want to continue filming this natural aristocrat named Tommy Hawke? Do you think that if we tell the audience that if they want to realize the American dream, they must buy powerful laxatives and feed them to pigeons, and cover their compatriots in bird shit, will they be able to accept this kind of American dream?"
