American Entertainment 1982

Providence, Paradise Club.

Jim Manzi paid the front desk three dollars, and then walked into the dimly lit, messy hall. There were no dancers performing on the high stage, and there was no ambiguous music from the stereo, and even the figure of a guest was seen in the entire hall. Empty wine bottles, cigarette butts and the like are everywhere.

He sat on the high stool in front of the bar, motioned to the bartender to bring him a glass of wine, and asked while the bartender was pouring the wine, "Did I go wrong? Dude? It says this is a strip club outside, Does this mean that the guests need to strip themselves, and then climb up on the high platform and shake their ass to entertain themselves?"

"It's over, you came too late, sir." The bartender pushed the glass to Jim and said.

Jim glanced at his watch: "Two o'clock in the afternoon, is it too late? Rhode Island was ceded to the Soviet Union? Now it's timed not according to Eastern Time but according to Moscow Time? What's more exaggerated? Yes, it’s too late and the front desk still charged me a fucking three-dollar entrance ticket, is it because I’m going to watch over the garbage for you, and worry about it being snatched by homeless people in advance?”

"No, the garbage is being cleaned up, but you have to wait for one to two hours before any other girls come to work. The thirty or so girls who started work last night have all been taken out now. I don't have time to have fun with you, sir. " After the bartender finished speaking to Jim, he shouted loudly to the back: "Big Faith, let those two boys who pretend to be rich men in the champagne room come out and clean up the garbage in the lobby! There are guests coming!"

"You two, go to the lobby to clean up the trash first! When will you pay the bills and when will you finish your work, don't force me to do it." A bodyguard walked to the champagne room area and shouted inside.

Soon, footsteps sounded, and Tommy and Dennis came out of it. Dennis scolded Tommy as he walked:

"Tommy! This is what you fucking call hospitality! The way you treat your friends after you make money is to fuck with you as a cleaner in this kind of place? If you dare to refuse, the bouncer will show me what he looks like right away." Grapefruit-like muscles?"

"Find Pam, that stupid *drunk* went to see Carly in my coat! My money is in the coat! My dad was drunk in the cantina, no one answered the phone at home, luckily I got a stupid* date at 3 o'clock Let's meet here, let's let... Hey! Jim! It's so good to see you! I didn't expect you to come so early." Tommy saw the whiskey at the front of the bar at this moment, looking at his own Jim Manzi, immediately showing a relieved smile, walked towards the bar.

The bodyguard looked at Jim with a gloomy face: "Sir, do you know the two of them?"

Jim looked at Tommy, then looked at the bodyguard: "Not sure, I'm worried that I'm the idiot he wants to see, so it depends on his attitude to decide whether I know him, the first question, this is Tang Mi, what trouble did you cause here?"

"Last night, he booked the entire club to entertain his high school classmates. After waking up, he had no money to pay the extra bill." The bodyguard said.

Jim looked at Tommy, who was smiling affectionately at him, and continued to ask warily, "How much is the extra bill?"

"Thirteen hundred." The bodyguard gave a number.

Hearing the amount of money, Jim immediately said flatly: "Very well, I'm sure I don't know him, take him to clean up the garbage, and help me buy a Polaroid camera by the way, I will take a few photos of him and sell them to the newspaper. Definitely earn a fortune."

"Give me the money, and I'll pay you back. My friend took my coat. The bad thing is, I don't know which hotel he and his girlfriend are staying at." Tommy sat next to Jim and said to the bartender: "Have a mint cocktail, I need to sober up, this guy will pay for it."

Dennis also sat down next to Tommy, and said to the bartender, "I want to..."

"What do you want? Dennis! F*ck! It's because of you idiot that I'm in such a mess, if you didn't insist on letting all the fucking dancers in this club show you a visual feast in the champagne room, I would No need to pay the extra bill! Then humiliate me in front of this Mr. Jim Manz, go find Pam! Get back my coat, wallet in coat, credit cards, car keys and the fucking Trojan Come!" Seeing that Dennis was about to sit over, Tommy roared angrily.

Dennis comforted Tommy without guilt: "Tommy, calm down, it's just for fun, there is no need to lose your temper, you said that you will keep your promise to come back next week, right? Actually, there are two dancers I didn't even have time to check my body, I was too drunk to lift my arms, next week I will definitely be able to..."

"Dude, you can't fucking find Pam, you can't find my wallet, I'll sell you to California next week to make a little movie with a guy named Jason *Mexicans make money for me! "Tommy cursed, staring at Dennis.

Hearing Tommy's words, Dennis asked in surprise: "*Mexicans? Yes, there are a few Mexican girls in the community college who look good. Are you sure you don't need to pay? You can even make money?"

"Stayed in California for too long, I forgot that your mother is also a Warwick countryman like me. Yes, Dennis, if you get your wallet back, you will have the opportunity to meet Mexicans." Seeing Dennis' reaction, Tommy spoke weakly. Said.

Dennis clapped his palms excitedly, and walked quickly towards the door, not forgetting to show off to the club's bodyguards: "Cool! Did you hear me, I'm going to California *Mexican girl!"

After Dennis left, Tommy took the cocktail handed by the bartender, first sniffed the mint leaves on the rim of the glass, let the cool smell go straight to the brain along the nose, and then shook his head: "It's hard to imagine, I Making so much money, being rich, but having real fun hanging out with two idiot mates in a club like this where only the poor go."

"You said you introduced congressmen to me. I just came from New York to such a rural place. I know some congressmen have contacted you, especially congressmen from fucking Florida and Massachusetts." Jim looked at Tommy: "So, you You’re not going to introduce the congressmen to me in this kind of place, are you?”

"Thirteen hundred yuan, lend it to me first, and I will definitely return it to you. It's hard to be guarded by bodyguards." Tommy smiled at Jim.

Jim cursed, took out the credit card in his wallet, and handed it to the bodyguard. After the bodyguard settled the settlement, Tommy heaved a sigh of relief: "I contacted you mainly for a small business..."

"The main reason I'm here is because the MP, a fool would be interested in the little business you're talking about. Listen, Tommy, I have a good impression of you. You're young and you've got a good brain, but banking isn't something you can do. , get it? It's not a new thing like software. Those rich old guys don't understand the software industry, but they definitely know how to play the banking industry. Every banking business you fancy is equivalent to robbing other banks Business, for the sake of telling you why you can’t do this kind of business with sincerity, introduce congressmen to me, National Review needs them, I need them.” Jim interrupted Tommy impatiently, and began to persuade road.

Tommy looked at Jim's serious face and nodded slightly: "My idea makes me look stupid, doesn't it?"

"That's right, before you were a high-end girl who made me feel a little bit sexual, understand? You are dressed sexy, fashionable, and skillful in moves. Now you are probably at the level of street goods. You may have to worry about getting sick once you do it, and you have to get an injection. All kinds of anti-inflammatory drug treatment can keep the things below." After Jim took out the cigarette and lit it, he said to Tommy:

"Of course you can do whatever you like, but I won't. I just want to know more politicians and expand my network. You owe me one, remember? I helped you."

"How do I remember that you owed me once, I helped you create a chance for revenge, you should thank me." Tommy took a sip of the cocktail and said with a smile.

Jim sighed irritably: "Now I know how annoying I am in the eyes of others, thank you, Tommy, you are like an intimate mirror, anyway, I'm not interested in listening to your business, it's a shithole, you If you don’t have enough money to defend yourself, why not talk about the girl you fucked when you called me, maybe I’m more interested.”

"I said, I didn't sleep with a woman, that's the sound of money mating." Tommy defended again.

Jim glanced at Tommy. "Then why are you pulling up your pants?"

"Because I was sitting on the toilet with the radio on," Tommy said.

Hearing the poor excuse this guy didn't even bother to make up, Jim puffed out smoke: "That's a good excuse. It's quite creative. There's a woman's voice on the radio?"

"Bob, who sells software for me, asked me to help solve a problem. He had a toilet paper storage box with a radio function. The sales volume was very poor, but the manufacturer was willing to pay enough for advertising. When he called to congratulate me on the sales of my new book ,By the way, I would like to ask if there is any way to increase some sales, I said it is very simple, let the manufacturer set up an adult radio station, and then covertly spread it to the high school boys group, to help them have fun when they go to the bathroom, adults use the bathroom The time is much lower than teenagers, we were all teenagers, and we all know what we will do when we hide in the bathroom, when I called you, I just received the product from Bob and was sitting on the toilet to experience it.” Soup Mi looked at the wine glass in his hand and said.

After listening to Jim, he nodded noncommittally: "It's really the sound of money mating. I guess you are not providing sales ideas for free."

Tommy didn't continue to talk about the radio, but directly talked about his own small business: "I didn't want to rob the bank business, I just wanted to pick up the business that the banking industry discarded. After the incident of credit card spam a few years ago, the government and The financial industry has improved the financial regulatory regulations together, which has led to many poor people who have not repaid after swiping their cards have been included in the blacklist of high default risk. Banks will not open their accounts or issue credit cards for them. Do you know how many groups the institutions refuse to provide any services to? Millions of people, low-income people, alcoholics, drug addicts, bankrupts, homeless people, cheap prostitutes... These people were high-quality customers in the eyes of banking institutions. Banks don’t even do basic audits. In order to pile up the issuance, they send them various credit cards like snowflakes, and when they find that they are unable to repay after swiping the cards, they blame the poor and blacklist them directly. , these people...we want to give them a chance to be reborn..."

"The point is, I'm not your mothers in Florida, Tommy, just tell me how your little bank makes money for the poor." Jim interrupted Tommy and asked sharply.

Tommy picked up the cigarette in the pack and lit it in his mouth: "Community Development Bank, Community Credit Union, Savings and Credit Union...or whatever you call it, it doesn't matter. I checked the information, and there is no such kind of help for the poor in the United States." The bank, Muhammad Yunus, a Bangladeshi professor at Tennessee State University, came up with this kind of stuff in his home country last year. It lends money to the poor who have been rejected by traditional banks, and then divides the borrowers every five people. Divide into a group, recover the loan lent to them every week, lend them more money than last week, and then recover it next week, and repeat the cycle. If someone fails to repay the loan in time, the loss can be stopped immediately in one week, and the interest and The loss is shared equally among the other four people, and when the other four borrow money again, the interest will be higher than before, and the amount will also be reduced, so that they can urge each other not to have bad debts."

After listening to Tommy's introduction, Jim was silent for half a cigarette, then looked at the opposite wine cabinet and muttered: "NoNoNoNo~~ This kind of introduction is completely wrong. Like you fucking announced that OSS is free, you definitely don't want that much, because if it's just that, you won't call me at all."

Tommy put his arm on the bar, turned his body half-turned and looked at Jim with a half-smile. Jim stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, exhaled the last puff of smoke and looked at Tommy, continuing his speculation: "Soldier, Poor people, black people... Poor people and black people don't need to be distinguished separately. Most black people are fucking poor. I can understand soldiers. Many soldiers have trouble with credit card abuse. Although they are not blacklisted because of their military status, but They don't like credit cards, and I can understand the poor, a tool you use to gain a good name, but why mention black people specifically? I haven't figured it out."

"The black people in California have recently set off a wave of entrepreneurship. The entrepreneurship is mainly concentrated in popular industries such as cocaine and marijuana. I plan to focus on California. I will not start in other states in the past few years. The main business point will be in California. Near the major black communities, hiring black employees, lending money to those black people who are interested in starting a business, you know? Once they start a business, they will become very, very rich, and everyone drives a cool muscle car, wearing Wearing shiny necklaces and rings, even their fucking teeth are studded with diamonds, the money is too much waste in the hands of those people, how about we spend it for them? And gain some good reputation." Tommy spoke softly beside him Open your mouth, as if talking about a very beautiful thing.

But Jim slowly widened his eyes. He stared at Tommy, the fat on his face trembled, and his eyes gradually brightened as he spoke: "... lend money to black people, and then find a way to avoid getting into trouble. Tell them how to find the place where the money is laundered, and then let them deposit the laundered money in a trustworthy bank, that is, our bank, and even fool those idiots to use our bank to buy the junk pink stock that we have prepared long ago or Fund, using a pile of worthless paper, managed to turn his money into our money, and after that, the nigger may die because of another opponent who borrowed money to rise up and eat black, of course, it doesn't matter if he dies or not , It’s best to die. After death, it’s hard to get his money out again... There is no such financial institution in the United States, which means that there is a lot of room for regulation. You only need to get some money from California. Approval documents, and more complicated design of the contract for non-personal withdrawals, the money belonging to black people will be obediently lying in the account for our use... Thinking about it makes me excited, there are so many black entrepreneurs in the United States who need help! This Definitely a fucking great cause!"

"It's more meaningful for us to lend that money to other people in need than to be spent by street black people who only know how to put gold on their guns. By the way, we help clean up the garbage in California. This is definitely an undoubted charity. , America and California should give us a moral fashion award." Tommy smiled at Jim.

"Those niggers will trust us because they started their business step by step with our bank, but they won't understand that from the moment he makes a lot of money, every money we lend to other black people is going on and on. Push him to death, if these black people can't resist the temptation, they will be like weeds, they will be cut off by us batch by batch, and batch after batch will grow again, we don't need to do anything, just borrow money Give it to them, in the name of helping black people, you guy impresses me, Tommy, you can always find some unsound loopholes in the American system and show your skills." Jim also laughed:

"It's the luck of the fucking Soviet Union to have you in the United States. Maybe after the Soviet Union occupies the White House, it will award you a Hero of the Soviet Union Gold Star medal."

Seeing Jim's expression, Tommy immediately said, "I am responsible for the poor and soldiers, but you are responsible for the black people."

"F*ck! You should fucking look at your face at the moment, I just fell in love, and you woke me up with a bubble of cold urine!" Jim immediately cursed.

Tommy said frankly: "I am a member of SSD. SSD has very deep connections in the military. It is easier for me to deal with the military than you. I have also proved my charm in the poor group, and I will also provide Installment loans to buy computers, guarantee the amount of business in the early stage, only the blacks are left to you, you should thank me for helping you share your work."

"What the hell did black poor people do to you? Tommy, your methods are more fucking brutal than Hitler did to Jews. Hitler just killed Jews, but not like this, lending them money, industry stars stepping on industries The corpse of the boss will replace it, and while killing each other, I will leave the inheritance to you." Jim licked his lips and asked curiously.

Tommy shook his head: "Who knows, this kind of disgust is inherent. Maybe it's because I was a happy and rich man in my previous life. I was shot and killed by black people for no reason just to go shopping with my girlfriend."

"This reason is more exaggerated than the one on the radio." Jim shrugged: "I think you must have been a poor white person who was born in Africa in your last life. You have been fucked by black people many times, and you only hated them in this life."

"I think so, too," said Tommy.

"I want to take more shares, Tommy." Jim was silent for a long time before he spoke seriously: "10% is not enough to subdue my inner guilt towards those black people."

"I only have 50% in total, and I have generously given you 10%. Do you think that only the two of us can do this kind of business? I also have a rich classmate, and he takes the other 50%. Of course, he doesn't His grandfather is a gentleman in New York, and his father is a gentleman in California. I need his family contacts and signs, understand? He is responsible for solving problems when other banks or gentlemen see us growing and looking for us, such as transferring some For the peaceful coexistence of shares, I need to independently get some California politicians to cover us, and then buy some powerful black people in California to help us stand, such as calling for the Nobel to award us the Peace Prize, maybe after we grow stronger, I may only have 20% left, and you can still have 10%, but 30% is enough to hold it firmly in your own hands, as long as you don’t betray Lotus, 15% is my bottom line, no No matter how much, you are only worth so much in my heart now." Tommy gave Jim the price he could finally pay.

Jim first motioned to the bartender in the distance to refill his glass, and after the bartender took the glass away, he said to Tommy: "It's hard to say, Tommy, if you become as stupid as them one day, I will definitely be so stupid." made."

"I can guarantee that even if I think with my ass, I won't do things like them." Tommy said with certainty.

Taking the whiskey from the bartender, Jim asked, "Why don't you take care of all this yourself? I mean, you don't need me, you can do it yourself, save 15%."

"I want to study, and I have always wanted to be a black TV station. I prefer to be kind to people. I want to help black friends build a TV station that can enrich their entertainment life, and if it is done, it can also advertise for banks for free." Tommy said with a smile.

Jim twirled the wine glass and laughed when he heard Tommy's words: "Black TV, if you didn't tell me what you just said, I really thought you were a friend of black people, Tommy."

"Can I take it as you accepting my invitation?" Tommy turned around and asked while holding his wine glass.

Jim also turned to look at Tommy, and nodded: "Of course, of course fucking accept, I can't wait to see the expressions of those financial gentlemen when this small bank enters Wall Street many years later."

"To the gentlemen," Tommy said to Jim, raising his glass.

Jim raised his glass and touched Tommy: "To those weeds that help us make money and clean up automatically."

The administrator reminded me that I just noticed that there is an extra leader, thank you Tharter for the leader's reward. Speaking of which, I seem to owe four leaders to add updates. Let's start dividing chapters tomorrow, and add 3,000 words per chapter More~~

Then, there are not many words left, the volume will end, and then a new volume will be opened~~