American Entertainment 1982

Aside from those hypocritical charitable activities, this is the first time in Julian Farrell's life that he generously invited a group of low-level poor ghosts, and then he did not receive the expected gratitude, imaginary praise, and imaginary respect.

But it definitely captured the attention of everyone present.

Because after he got drunk, he jumped on the table like those vulgar poor ghosts, generously announced his family name, and announced that he would invite everyone to drink. Everyone present was stunned at first, and then fell silent. The anger gradually accumulated in the silence, and finally , the bald man who had bought himself several bottles of beer before, stared at him viciously:

"Who the fuck do you say you are?"

"Julian Farrell, the boss of Haixian Shipping Industry." Julian also realized that the atmosphere was a bit abnormal, but he continued.

He was sure that he had never had any contact with these poor ghosts before.

"Give you a chance, you better fucking tell everyone you're playing a clown," the bartender said from behind the bar. "That's a very fucking bad joke."

Colin and Hull hang out in this smoky place all year round. Although they don't know what Julian did wrong, the main problem at this moment is to eliminate the anger of everyone in the bar. Colin jumped onto the table and hugged Julian over his shoulder, looking at everyone present:

"Of course it's a joke. Otherwise, what do you think, poor man? A billionaire boss of a big company comes here to drink his fucking light beer mixed with water. You don't know his identity. You should also know yourself. What grade do you think you are?" To be in the same room with the big guys, this is my son's father-in-law! Get it, he told a joke and you guys don't even have a goddamn sense of humor, now it's fucking reverse, my son, about to let the sea line The ship owner's daughter bears children for him, so after hearing this joke, hurry up and send your fucking belated blessings. Do you know that this ghost place has been open for so long and there are no talk show actors here? Because your fucking brains don't understand what a joke is! What a waste of Julian's gift for humor!"

After listening to Colin's words, everyone present laughed again, and the atmosphere quickly heated up. Back before Julian spoke, the bald man even praised Julian who was stunned on the table with a grin:

"Dude, you have a good joke!"

Julian was a little shocked to see a group of low-level white men nodding in agreement.

I, a rich man in the boat industry in Rhode Island, was humiliated by a group of low-level poor ghosts who don't know which small place?

"Mr. Bartender, two beers per person." Although Julian didn't know why these people had such a strong hatred for the boss of Haixian Shipping Industry, he was not going to continue to make trouble, so he continued to speak loudly with a smile on his face.

Everyone in the bar gave him an enthusiastic response this time, holding up the beer he had paid for and gesturing to him.

"Thank you, Colin. Without what you said just now, I might have to go to the hospital for a while. I will call the lawyer and let these guys go bankrupt." After the situation returned to calm, the man who was still standing on the table Julian gratefully patted Colin who helped him out just now, and then whispered:

"I want to see them kneel down in front of me with the money from selling their properties, and let them be merciful."

"I think the wiser choice is for us to leave now, or to figure it out..." Colin wanted to open his mouth to take Julian away with him.

Before Colin finished speaking, the door of the milk house was pushed open from the outside, and an old white man who looked at least sixty or seventy years old walked in from the outside. The drinkers inside were obviously very familiar with the old man. Following the old man Walking in the direction of the bar, everyone who passed by on the way greeted him proactively.

Then the old man saw Colin standing on the table, who was taller and more conspicuous than everyone else, and Julian beside him who was planning to sue everyone.

The old man was dazed at first, then lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, then looked up again: "WTF! Julian Farrell? The boss of Haixian Shipbuilding?"

"Have you heard this joke so soon?" The bald man next to him heard the old man's words: "That's right, although it took a lot of thinking, it's quite funny after you figure it out..."

"He's fucking Julian Farrell! The owner of Sealine Shipping!" The old man pointed at Julian: "I saw him in Rhode Island! The Hoboken shipyard is about to close down, and we are about to lose our jobs. It's because his company took our last navy order!"

Everyone in the bar fell silent again. The bald man who was just trying to explain this advanced joke to the old foreman who had worked in the Hoboken Shipyard for nearly fifty years turned his head to look at Julian on the wine table, slowly Spit on the ground:

"Want to personally humiliate us poor souls who are about to lose their jobs because of you? I get the joke, capitalist, and welcome to Hoboken."

A group of drinkers rushed in like a tide, quickly surrounded Julian, and looked at him unkindly.

Hoboken Shipyard? Julian has an impression of this name. In 1938, the shipyard established by the United States to accelerate production during World War II was originally one of the three giants in the American shipbuilding industry, a subsidiary of Bethlehem Steel Company, because of the "emergency shipbuilding plan" during the World War II. "He made a lot of money. During World War II, even because of manpower shortage, female workers were paid the same wages as men, and even blacks were allowed to enjoy the same benefits as whites.

However, in Julian's impression, this shipyard should have closed its doors as early as the 1960s, because not long after the end of World War II, Bethlehem streamlined the temporary expansion of shipyards everywhere, and the Hoboken Shipyard is only suitable for production. There is no need to keep the factories of emergency ships.

Sounds like they've been around until now, and have naval orders? It's just that it was snatched away by its own sea line shipping industry now?

Not bad, knowing that the business of these people was robbed, the anger in Julian's heart dissipated a lot, and he robbed the money by himself, of course he had to tolerate the other party's swearing.

"This man hit me hard just now, I want to sue him for harassment!" The bar girl, Lei Di, who was stroking her cue, learned that the man she praised for having a nice ass was actually the culprit that caused most of the drinkers to lose their jobs. The culprit suddenly said loudly: "I should have his fingerprints on my chest, protect my wife's nipples, they can bring enough compensation for Hoboken!"

"That's right, I witnessed it with my own eyes!" The bald man also reacted and said.

Julian stared dumbfounded at the rapid reversal of the situation, at a loss.

He could only look at Colin next to him for help, but Colin took a sip of beer indifferently: "My wish has come true, let's start."

He was joking, but Colin looked at Hull. Hull pulled Julian down, pulled him behind him, and patted his waist, which was covered by his clothes, "Do you think there is a The rich man came to Hoboken to see you guys, will they only bring money."

While other people were paying attention to Julian, Colin went to the phone, instead of calling the police, he called Tommy. In this kind of place, calling the police is useless, not to mention that if the girl was really testified by everyone and killed Julian to harass her, instead It will only irritate everyone present.

After listening to his father explaining the general situation on the phone, Tommy calmly told Colin the solution:

"Planting blacks and Mexicans, let Mr. Farrell tell them he is innocent, he wanted to invest in the Hoboken shipyard, the two parties became a partnership, but the blacks and Mexicans in Rhode Island broke out to demonstrate , Forced Mr. Farrell to provide them with jobs. As a last resort, he had to cancel the cooperation and transfer the order to Rhode Island. If these people want to blame, blame the blacks and Mexicans everywhere in Rhode Island people."

"But there are no black ghosts everywhere in Rhode Island, let alone Mexicans, and those black ghosts will not go to demonstrations." Colin said puzzled.

Tommy said affirmatively: "Even if there are no black people who dare to protest, no one will stand up to refute the framing. You expect those drunkards to know whether there are black people in Rhode Island? Anyway, in their eyes, black people are everywhere. As for the Mexicans, it doesn’t matter, except for the employer, no one hates Mexicans. Just tell my father-in-law, he knows the direction, and he knows how to solve the following problems. He just hasn’t dealt with this kind of people. , doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to solve the trouble.”

"How to solve the matter of Julian touching the woman's wife? The woman asked everyone to testify..." Colin was not worried about anything else. He was worried that the woman would frame Julian. Lin is an out-and-out sinner.

"That kind of thing doesn't need my help to come up with ideas. Believe me, my father-in-law's way of dealing with women is much better than your father. If there is any problem, it will have already appeared."

After hanging up the phone, Tommy looked at Otilia in the distance, and Tony noticed Tommy's playful face: "What's wrong?"

Tommy withdrew his gaze and looked at Tony: "My father always seriously advises me not to fool around and to respect my partner and family, but he took my father-in-law to a dirty little bar to rub the woman's breasts, so, Does my father love me more, or my father-in-law more?"

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