America 1982

Until the black driver who came with the car rental company opened the car door for Martin with a smile. Martin held a glass of wine and stepped out of the white Lincoln extended car, the same style as Michael Jackson, wearing a designer outfit without even cutting off the tag. While riding in the limousine, I still felt like everything I experienced was a dream.

My boss actually let me rent a luxury car to visit famous nightclubs in New York.

Mr. Page did not receive this kind of treatment. Who would dare to say that Tommy or his father were white people? Martin felt that he must be the first to rush forward and defeat those detractors.

At this time, in front of him was a three-story old-fashioned building located on 125th Street in New York. A neon sign on the roof showed its name to New York: Cotton Club.

"God, I never thought that one day I would be able to come to the Cotton Club of New York to spend money. Ancestors, your descendants are finally prosperous." Martin drank the wine in the glass, handed it to the driver beside him, and then walked towards the door of the club. Walking towards the main entrance, Martin was welcomed in personally by the black manager who had been notified by phone long ago.

The Cotton Club in New York is the most exclusive nightclub on the East Coast or in the eyes of most black Americans. It was established during the prohibition period in the United States. However, due to the apartheid policy at that time, black people could not enter this nightclub to spend money. Although this nightclub had all the famous names in the United States at that time black entertainers, but those black entertainers could only perform for white customers.

Moreover, all the waitresses inside are carefully selected black women. The screening conditions are even more stringent than the Miss America beauty pageant. Each woman must be under 21 years old, must be over five feet six inches tall, and must have good skin. It is light black, and you must wear a specially customized uniform from the nightclub when working. It is light, cool, translucent, and hazy.

In short, make sure that the body is not completely exposed, but the customer must be able to vaguely see any wonderful pictures he wants to see.

At its peak, Cotton Club opened branches in more than a dozen large cities such as Las Vegas, Portland, Texas, and California.

However, at that time, they were basically controlled by gangs. For example, the Cotton Club in Chicago was owned by the famous Al Capone family, and the Cotton Club in Las Vegas was owned by the Italian Mafia boss Calloway's family. .

But everyone believes that the Cotton Club in other cities just have the same name. Only the Cotton Club in New York is truly a luxurious and fashionable celebrity nightclub.

All black people in New York City know that the Cotton Club has the most beautiful black girls, but they can only allow white people to enjoy those girls. Later, when World War II broke out and the United States began to relax restrictions on black people and allowed black people to protest some extreme white policies, New York almost The first demand of all wealthy black men from the government is that they be allowed to enter Cotton Nightclub to spend money like white people.

This shows the obsession of black people with the Cotton Club.

Unfortunately, although the government agreed, the Cotton Club did not. In the end, the white owner of this old club made a very tough decision to fight the government's decision.

That's a permanent shutdown.

It would be better to turn it off than to allow black people and white people to enjoy the same fun in their own territory.

Later, Langston Hughes, a black celebrity in New York, teamed up with other black entrepreneurs to acquire the closed New York Cotton Club, retaining all the performances of the previous nightclub, and opening it to blacks. As a result, the Cotton Club became a black club again. In exclusive nightclubs, the original white customers have basically become black customers.

All well-known black singers and actors, including Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Donna Summer, etc., have performed here, making this nightclub almost an entertainment mecca in the hearts of black Americans.

So when he learned that he could choose at will, Martin ran here almost without thinking.

"Tim~ do you know where I am? I'm at the fucking Cotton Club! Cotton Club in New York!" Martin Damascus sat in the empty nightclub hall, holding his mobile phone, and called his distant house in New York. Cousin: "It's not easy to make money in the Cotton Club? What do you mean it's not easy to make money?"

"The customer only pays for one person, but in fact there are four people holding your cousin down in the bathroom stall... I am a fucking customer! I am not here to sell my ass in the bathroom! Who the hell do you think I am? Now? I'm a big shot! I'm not a dirty nigga or gay guy looking for an opportunity to come to a nightclub to make quick money! But speaking of which, how much can you make just by visiting the restroom of such a high-end club?"

"No, no, no, tell me where you are, and I'll ask my driver to pick you up. You can find some friends to come over. Of course, I'll pay for it, brother. Now I'm something you can't even imagine."

Party or entertainment is simply an irresistible temptation for black people. In two hours, more than 30 black people gathered in the Cotton Club. Although Martin did not know any of them except his cousin Tim, it did not prevent him from interacting with them. These people were chatting and laughing.

Martin hugged several female companions on the left and right, enjoying the compliments given to him by the black compatriots who came to attend his party, and happily boasted:

"Niggas, I'm the big shot, you know? I'm just a nobody on the East Coast, but on the West Coast, I'm the Nigger Boss~ You've all seen that show on BT, right, that's it I."

"Really or not, Man?" A black man glared exaggeratedly: "I watch that show on time every week, and I even went out of my way to get a haircut that was the same as the protagonist's. Is that you? Bro, honestly, I don’t quite believe that you have a woman as beautiful as Vanessa Williams, like in the TV series?”

"I used to live in a villa with Vanessa every night! Los Angeles, Beverly Hills! I even know what color nightgown she wears, Nigger!" Martin said harshly when he heard that the other party didn't believe it. said:

"But you know, I don't like that kind of woman. Although she is very beautiful, she is not my type. I prefer this kind."

As he spoke, Martin hugged the two female companions beside him.

"Martin, everyone likes to brag, but your bragging is too exaggerated. I..." Cousin Tim spoke from the side and questioned the bragging of his cousin whom he hadn't seen for many years, because Martin's bragging had already caused him to bring These friends didn't know how to answer the call.

Living with Vanessa Williams? Vanessa's first music album was released last year, which went straight to platinum status and received three Grammy nominations. With her role in the popular TV series "Nigger Boss," she has successfully become the dream girl in the eyes of most black men in the United States. .

No matter how you look at it, it is unlikely that a highly educated woman like Vanessa would live with a nigger who talks nonsense in front of her.

Seeing that even his cousin thought he was bragging, Martin immediately picked up his mobile phone: "I'll call her now, I have her number! Let her tell you personally whether Martin once lived in a villa with her. I had a great time inside!”

He did have Vanessa's phone number, but he didn't contact her very often. Although they got along well when they lived together, Vanessa was taken away from Beverly Hills by Susan after she took care of the Pathfinder Agency. They lived in a small single apartment near Hollywood. After that, the two never had time to see each other. At most, they only called to greet each other occasionally.

Seeing that Martin's expression did not look like he was drunk, all the black people present gathered together, trying to confirm whether Martin was really a big shot who could directly contact the black actress Vanessa.

Martin kept a straight face, but he was fighting fiercely in his heart. If Vanessa told Tommy about his phone harassment, she would definitely be severely punished by Mr. Page, but in order to establish a big shot image in front of these niggas in New York. , Martin felt that being shocked was worth it.

So he finally dialed Vanessa's number.

Soon, the call was connected, and before Vanessa could speak, Martin quickly said: "Vanessa, this is Martin Hart. We were living together in Beverly Hills before! Do you remember?"

"Martin!" To Martin's surprise, Vanessa didn't hesitate on the other end of the phone, but was a little surprised: "Is it you? Spike~ Spike~ It's Martin! Martin next to Tommy! At CommScope in Los Angeles When he was filming "Nigger Boss", Martin helped the director solve this kind of trouble! Maybe we can just ask him how to solve it!"

Then, before Martin could speak again, there was a male voice on the other side of the phone: "Mr. Hart? This is Spike Lee."

"Wow~" All the black people in the audience suddenly exclaimed.

Martin is indeed a big shot. On the other side of the phone is not just Vanessa Williams, but also the young black director Spike Lee! Most of the black people present had seen the film "Sure Winner" directed by the other party, but they could not appreciate the artistry in it. Almost everyone watched it as a short movie. After all, it was a story about how a black girl dated three men at the same time. , with many bold images.

"You two slept together? Spike! Do you want to die? You should know whose woman Vanessa is!" Martin's first reaction was to jump up in fright at the male voice on the other end of the phone. He grabbed the phone and asked .

In the eyes of everyone, Martin was unhappy because Vanessa was actually with Spike at ten o'clock in the evening, which further showed that there was something unusual between Martin and Vanessa.

But Martin himself knew that he was worried that Spike slept with Vanessa! When Sophia was staying in the villa, she specifically told her not to strike up a conversation with Vanessa! You can tell with your butt that Sophia is not doing it for herself, it must be her boss Tommy who has taken a liking to Vanessa, and now, Spike is hooking up with her?

"What are you talking about, Martin? We're filming some reshoots for my new movie, Vanessa has a part in it, and we're out on the streets of New York with about twenty of our crew, not just what you think. She and I are staying in the hotel room." Spike explained.

Martin asked in surprise: "You're in New York too? That's great. I'm in New York too, so when do you guys finish work? I'll ask the driver to pick you up and come to the Cotton Club and have a drink together."

"Are you in New York?" Spike and Vanessa both said in surprise on the phone.

"Am I weird in New York?"

"No, we are in some trouble, Martin, maybe you can help me." Spike said immediately.

Martin patted Tommy's credit card in his pocket to make sure it was still there: "Of course, I'm happy to help people solve their problems."

Even Spike Lee and Vanessa Williams asked for help from the unattractive Martin Hart in front of them. Everyone present could not say anything except opening their mouths. Even the lobby manager of the nightclub quietly moved towards him. Martin took a few steps closer, wanting to know more about who Mr. Martin Hart from the West Coast was.

"Uh... it's the movie "Do the Right Thing" that Tommy invested in. We had shot on Stuyvesant Avenue in Brooklyn before, but the problem now is that there are a few scenes that need to be reshot, so we went back We got here, but a street gang here called the Decepticons said we had to pay an extra protection fee or they wouldn't let us turn on the phone. When you called, we were communicating with each other, and Vanessa said she was filming "Nigger Boss." At that time, when the Compton crew encountered trouble, it was you and your staff who stepped in to solve it. So, maybe you can come over and have a few words with them to help us solve this problem?" Spike Lee said over the phone.

After hearing what the other party said, Martin immediately swallowed his saliva!

He was able to run rampant in Compton because he had the backing of the three Big Jack brothers and the Compton Executioner, a gang of gangsters behind him. The three Big Jack brothers followed him, mainly because their boss had told him to obey. The orders given by him, a big shot on the east coast, were not really based on his ability to solve the problem.

And how could black street gangs in New York buy into the black gangs in Los Angeles?

I'm afraid that if I rush over and tell these gang members in New York that I'm from Nigger Boss in Compton, Los Angeles, you niggas, give me a face, and the end result may be that the gang members will take out their guns and arrange for you to lie on the hearse. The treatment of returning to Los Angeles.

Looking at the people around him who already regarded him as a black boss in Los Angeles and looking at him, Martin tried to relax himself and learned to watch the boss's performance next to Tommy. He picked up the wine glass and said in a calm tone:

"How much do they want?"

If it's not much, and it's really not possible, I can just use my boss's credit card to pay the other person.

"One hundred thousand dollars." Spike said a number depressingly.

"What? One hundred thousand dollars is enough to buy the lives of half a black man in Compton!" Martin blurted out after hearing this number.

Spike explained in a helpless voice: "If we re-select the location, it will cost more to rebuild a pizza shop and half a street elsewhere. They knew this and deliberately gave this price. "

Martin extremely regretted his decision to call Vanessa. A phone call to the actress would cost one hundred thousand yuan. The effort and reward could no longer be described as unequal.

"Spike, my brothers are all in Los Angeles. It will take time for them to get here, and I don't have many capable people in New York. Here are some..." Martin looked around at the black friends around him and said: "Nobody , let’s do this, I’ll go over and pay you 100,000 yuan, and you’ll tell me if you need to pay me back after the movie is released and you make money.”

He knew that Spike Lee didn't have much money. This guy often mortgaged his property to make movies, so he didn't expect this guy to pay back the money immediately, but he couldn't bear the money in the end.

Think about it, he was just working normally and was arranged by the boss's father to clean the carriage that had not been used for more than a hundred years. If he owed the boss 100,000 yuan, he estimated that the boss would let him grind in that damn mill. to death.

"Thank you, Martin, we'll wait for you to come over." Spike Lee didn't have any better way. New York street gangs were causing trouble, and he didn't even dare to call the police, because after calling the police and arresting a few, the offended gang wanted to clean up The so-called shame will only use more cruel methods to retaliate against myself and the crew.

Martin hung up the phone and looked at everyone: "The party is over, niggas, you all heard it. I have other matters that I have to rush over to deal with."

As he spoke, he was about to leave. At this time, a plain-dressed black man stood up from the outermost seat of the crowd. His clothes were completely inconsistent with the other black men. He did not speak much for most of the night, and even the female companion he arranged He was so shy when talking to him that Martin didn't even remember his name.

At this time, this young tall black man walked up to Martin: "Mr. Hart, can you let me go with you?"

"What are you...what's your name?" Martin asked as he was putting on his coat under his female companion's clothes.

"Albert, Albert Kyle." The black man said to Martin with an honest face: "I'm from Brooklyn, and I'm familiar with that area."

Martin actually wanted to call Page and ask him to accompany him there. After all, he was used to Page standing by his side to help him be brave. However, when he heard the black man volunteering, Martin finally nodded: "But I don't have time to drop by. You go home, kid.”

After getting into the rented Lincoln car, Martin leaned on his seat depressedly and sulked with his eyes closed. The black man named Albert struggled for a long time, and finally said without vision: "Sir, you really have to pay one hundred thousand yuan." To the Decepticons gang?”

Martin opened his eyes irritably and looked at the other person: "Otherwise, what if I call Los Angeles and ask my Los Angeles brothers to come over in a week? You don't understand at all. I am definitely not showing weakness, but I am worried about the film crew. Every day of delay costs more money.”

"I...sir, if I can help you save these 100,000 yuan, can you give me the 50,000 yuan, no, 30,000 yuan?" The black young man named Albert asked cautiously. one question.

When Martin heard that he could save a lot of money, he immediately became interested: "Can you help me save that money?"

"It should be okay, sir. I know that street gang and have dealt with it."

"No problem, if you can help me solve this problem, I will give you 30,000 yuan." Martin said.

The young man said: "Can I borrow your mobile phone?"

Martin handed the mobile phone to the young man. The young man took the phone, sat far away, and dialed a number.

"Are you also a gang member?" Martin asked curiously.

Albert finished the call with a few words, returned the phone to Martin, shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I am a member of the Black Fruit."

"Black fruit? What is that?"

"As a black neighborhood organization, we patrol in racially discriminatory communities on a voluntary basis, promote safety knowledge, and prevent black people from being harmed by white people." Albert said:

"We used to rely on community donations, but then those white people said we were slanderous, maliciously slandered the image of white people, defined us as a black extremist organization, and refused to allow the community to donate money to maintain our operations. Now we have to find other ways to make money."

"So, now it's black street gangs that are extorting black people. How are you going to drive them away?" Martin asked curiously.

Neighborhood mutual aid organizations are not uncommon in the United States, but Martin has never seen one that can be defined as an extremist organization.

"Our members all have security guard certificates and legally hold gun licenses." Albert smiled at Martin:

"We won't drive away our fellow citizens, but we can scare them away."

…

Spike Lee looked helplessly at the dozen black youths in the distance with expressions of ignorance and fearlessness on their faces. What a black humor. His movie is about a black youth being beaten to death by a white youth, reflecting racial discrimination. A story about discrimination. As a result, during the filming of his movie, he had to pay protection fees to a black gang to complete the filming.

And when they learned that they needed to reshoot the footage, these people greedily came to visit again and took the opportunity to force them to pay more money.

"Spike, Danny's flight is at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Now that the scene can't be finished tonight, you need to negotiate with us for another schedule..." The assistant of Danny Aiello, the white star of the film, left at this time He walked to Spike Lee's side and reminded him in a low voice.

Spike interrupted depressedly: "I know, I know! Give me time, I'm trying to get someone to solve the problem!"

Now he even hates why he has to hold the positions of producer, director, and screenwriter at the same time. As a result, he needs to resolve all kinds of issues on the crew. If he had known better, he should have made money from those big companies. After all, he made movies for those big companies. , there is no need to worry about such trouble coming to your door, those companies have dedicated people who are responsible for solving this kind of thing.

Or to put it more bluntly, these black street gangs simply don’t dare to cause trouble with those big white companies.

"My family can only afford 40,000 yuan, and it's all here, but I've reached an agreement with them, Spike~" Sinclair Lee, his assistant director and his younger brother, hung up the phone and walked over. Handed a bag containing banknotes to his brother:

"An IOU, the remaining balance must be paid within a week at the latest, you sign, they take the money and the IOU, and they can continue filming."

Spike looked at the crew who were all waiting for him at the moment. He had no choice. If he didn't finish filming tonight, the leading actor Danny Aiello would have to go back to California to shoot other movies tomorrow. He wanted him to make time. I don’t know when it will take, and the cost will have to be paid again, as well as other labor. Add it all together, and I’m afraid the loss will be more than 100,000 yuan.

As for what Martin said on the phone before that he rushed over to help him solve the problem, Spike did not take it as truth. Martin was just Tommy's driver and bodyguard, not Tommy himself.

"I called Susan, and Susan promised to let me enjoy a three-day vacation in New York to spend time with my parents, and then return to California when the vacation is over." Vanessa came over at this time and said to Spike.

Spike looked at Vanessa gratefully. Vanessa was the female star that Tommy specifically asked him to arrange a role for. Spike originally thought that Vanessa was too beautiful to be suitable for this realistic movie, but because of Tommy's Mi was the financier who invested three million, so he hesitated again and again and gave the important role that originally belonged to his sister Joy-Lee to Vanessa. At that time, he was even a little reluctant. After all, he always takes care of himself when making movies. Family, starting from the filming of the first short film, his own three brothers and one sister have been the most important parts of the film.

But unexpectedly, Vanessa's records and the TV series she starred in later became very popular among black people, and the public opinion about her scandal in magazines and newspapers also changed from the previous black slut to a black woman being persecuted by white people, and she got a lot of attention. The support and sympathy from a large number of black people actually brought more attention to her film. Especially when she learned that the film material was insufficient and needed to be reshot, Vanessa did not hesitate and rushed to New York to start work without any stars. ’s rack, which made Spike very grateful to Vanessa.

Now, the other party went out of its way to help him buy three days.

"Just as they said, we..." Spike made up his mind to write down the IOU and start work as soon as possible.

Vanessa's phone rang again: "Vanessa, where are you?"

Vanessa immediately said to Spike Lee: "It's Martin, he really came over!"

Then the caller asked: "Where are you, Martin?"

"My car is a white Lincoln extended model, the same model as Michael Jackson." Martin said on the phone.

Vanessa and Spike began to pay attention to the cars on the street, and sure enough, a white Lincoln limousine was slowly approaching from a distance.

Vanessa walked quickly to the side of the road and shook her arms towards the car.

The car drove over, the driver opened the door, and Martin walked out, followed by the inconspicuous-looking Albert Kyle.

"Has Mr. Hawke come to New York too?" Spike's first reaction was to continue looking into the car.

However, it was discovered that the driver then closed the door, indicating that there were no other passengers in the car.

Martin immediately noticed the bag containing banknotes in Spike's hand: "How much is this?"

"Forty thousand dollars." Spike said to Martin without reacting.

Martin took it: "That's it, I'll solve it for you. You owe me 60,000, Spike."

After saying that, Martin opened the paper bag and took a look, took out a bunch from it and put it in his suit pocket. He shook the paper bag and the remaining 30,000 yuan toward Albert beside him: "Boy, come with me now. Say hello to those guys.”

Martin was in a good mood after receiving Spike's money. He followed his boss Tommy and seemed to have mastered the skills of making money. He only said that he would help Spike pay 100,000 yuan, but he did not take out the money at all. But now ? First, he got 40,000 yuan, paid 30,000 yuan, and earned 10,000 yuan, plus Spike still owed him 60,000 yuan.

After all, this means that he does not need to spend the boss's money, and he has made a lot of money. Martin even thought with malice that if Spike dared to default on this account, then he would let this boy named Albert. Keep doing these same street gang things to Spike's crew.

Martin took Albert and walked directly towards the dozen black youths from the Decepticon gang in the distance. Unlike Albert, who was simply dressed, the dozen gang members had strange hairstyles and fancy clothes. At this time They were all looking at the white Lincoln car and the two people getting closer and closer.

The other party, a young man with rotten teeth, grinned, looked at his companions, then looked at the two people who were getting closer, and said with a mocking smile: "Nigger, either give me the money, or get out of here. ,otherwise……"

As he spoke, he carelessly lifted up his shirt, revealing the pistol on his waist, and threatened Albert: "Otherwise you will use your mouth to do a blowjob for my gun, so that it will give me a reason not to shoot you. .”

"You don't even want to call me Nigger Boss." Martin said to the other party without fear: "If my white bodyguard Paige is here and you have your own club stuffed in your mouth now, you should be lucky that he is retained by me. Grinding the mill in the villa."

"You..." The other party was about to curse a few words, but then he heard the sound of several car doors being opened on the street not far behind him!

More than a dozen young people turned around and saw four shabby cars with their doors opened. Eight black men in plain clothes but carrying various firearms in their hands got out. Each of them looked fierce. They were standing ten meters away from more than a dozen people. , staring at them with a gun indifferently.

The pistols worn by these young men were as ridiculous as toys compared with the ones in their hands.

So they wisely threw away their firearms and raised their hands in front of these eight big men who looked more ferocious than ordinary gang members.

There is no need for those rifles that look terrifying, just one of the two large-caliber shotguns brought by the opponent is pulled, and the shrapnel sprayed out can make them all lie on the ground.

"Kneel down, niggas, I promise, give all the guns a blow job, maybe they won't shoot you." Martin straightened his suit, stood in front of everyone, and said with a haughty expression.

In the distance, Spike Lee and his crew members were stunned to see it, especially Vanessa. She knew Martin very well. The two had lived in a villa for a short time, and she knew that the other person was Tommy. A bodyguard and driver, he also has friends in Los Angeles who can resolve some gang conflicts.

But I didn't expect Martin to be so domineering. On the streets of New York, the largest city in the United States, he summoned a group of men armed with various large firearms, and frightened a dozen young people who had just been arrogant to the crew into raising their hands and kneeling. on the ground.

"Who the hell are you?" The leader, the young nigger who almost asked Martin to give a blow job with his pistol, asked nervously.

Before Albert could speak, Martin had already seized the opportunity to express himself and said loudly to the kneeling nigger:

"Martin's fruits, remember clearly, they are fucking Martin's fruits! And the person standing in front of you right now is the head of their family, Martin Hart."

It is not a fiction that Spike Lee’s movie was intimidated by black gangs. Filmmaking in the United States will also encounter problems similar to those in the Hong Kong film industry. Spike Lee’s solution at the time was to find Guo, an organization more intimidating than gangs, to come forward and solve the problem. the other party.

...Nothing to say, damn, my son has had another infusion in the past two days, which delayed the update.

Thirteen thousand words of apology~