hollywood entertainment mogul

Los Angeles, West Hollywood District, Sunshine Boys Bar.

The time is more than a month later.

There were not many customers in the bar in the afternoon, and "Hotel California" by the Eagles was playing on the speakers, and the song was low and lingering.

At the bartending station, a man in a white shirt was holding a bartender and shaking it up and down. The movement was not fancy, but it attracted the surrounding female guests to look back.

The man is in his early twenties, with black hair and eyes, sharp facial lines, a tall and straight figure, and a tough temperament. He is cooler than the big star in the movie theater next door.

"Duka, why don't you go on a date with me? This is the second time I've asked you on a date."

In front of the bar, a woman wearing a cool short skirt asked.

"Bella, remember when you were here last time you were wearing a wedding ring?"

Duca shook the cocktail shaker and glanced at the woman's fingers.

"It doesn't matter, you can pretend you didn't see it."

The woman shrugged her shoulders.

"But I saw it. Bella, don't think about the date anymore. This is your margarita. I added a little more lime to make it taste fresher. Try it."

Duca poured the prepared cocktail into a wine glass and pushed it to the woman at the bar.

The woman glared at him, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"How about it?"

Duca asked with interest.

"Not very good."

The woman snorted softly and left the bar.

Duca smiled, poured a small glass, and tasted it carefully. It had the heat of tequila, the bitterness of salt frost, and the gentleness and freshness of lime. It felt pretty good.

He is not a professional bartender, nor has he learned the art of bartending, but he has drunk many types of cocktails before and has a unique aesthetic taste.

I practiced in Green Forest for three and a half weeks and made dozens of popular cocktails.

He considered himself to be a semi-expert in the art of making cocktails, which was one of the reasons why the stingy boss was willing to give him a monthly salary of US$500 as an illegal worker.

"Duka, why did you reject Bella again? She is an old customer of our store."

A middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt walked up to the bar. He was in his mid-thirties, Hispanic, with a round waist and a fat belly, disheveled hair, and a bit greasy. This man was Tom D. Loomis, the owner of the Sunshine Boy Bar.

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"What? She complained to you?"

"Yes, she said you stole her things."

Tom Loomis pointed to his chest.

"underwear?"

"No, it's her heart."

Tom Loomis laughed and said, "Duka, if you ask me, you should accept her invitation. You don't have a girlfriend anyway."

"She's married."

"What does it matter? It's just a few dates and it won't affect their relationship as a couple. This is normal in Los Angeles."

Tom Loomis said disapprovingly.

"Is that so?"

Duca chuckled, "Tom, Laura hasn't been to the bar for a long time, what has she been busy with lately?"

Tom Loomis's expression suddenly changed.

Laura was his little wife, his second wife, who was more than ten years younger than him, hot and beautiful.

Since Duka came to the bar, he subconsciously didn't want to bring Laura over. When Duka took the initiative to ask about Laura, he felt a little green on his head.

"Damn Duca, what are you asking Laura for?"

Tom Loomis grabbed his collar and asked.

"Hey, don't get excited. I'm just asking, and I don't plan to date her. Even if we date, it doesn't matter. It won't affect your relationship as a couple anyway. This is what you just said."

Duka smiled jokingly.

"Hmph! Duka, you damn black worker, originally I wanted to give you a salary increase, but forget it now, maybe I should find an opportunity to fire you."

Tom Loomis pointed at him and left the bar angrily.

Duca shrugged his shoulders, not caring about his words at all.

According to statistics from the U.S. Bureau of Civil Affairs in 1988, there are 250 million people in the United States. These people are people with civil rights. There are 11.8 million known illegal immigrants, accounting for 5% of the total population.

The US Immigration Service and Civil Affairs Bureau know the existence of these people, but they will not clear them all out.

Because these people all belong to the cheap labor force that can be exploited, they live frugally, endure hardships and stand hard work, live secretly at the bottom of society, and only occupy a very small amount of social resources.

Without their existence, without their basic necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation, the cost of living of the American people would increase significantly.

Just like the Sunshine Boy Bar, if Tom Loomis wants to fire him, replace him with an American as a bartender. Their monthly salary is more than 5,000 US dollars, working eight hours a day and taking two days off a week.

As production costs increase, the price of drinks must increase to make more money, and business will inevitably be affected.

Tom Loomis, an old stingy man, would probably rather be cuckolded by him than replace him, a high-quality employee who can both attract female customers and mix drinks.

"Duka, please give me a gin on the rocks!"

At this time, a man in a casual suit sat in front of the bar. He was in his thirties, had brown curly hair, wore glasses, and was holding a black briefcase in his hand. He looked like a white-collar worker who had just gotten off work.

This man's name is Edward Lombard, his immigration lawyer.

"Edward, do you have good news for me?"

Duca poured him a glass of wine.

"So anxious?"

The man held the wine glass in front of his mouth and looked at him with a smile.

"Of course, with the green card, I can use this to ask Tom for a raise, and I can earn at least a few hundred dollars more every month."

"Wow, Fat Tom is going to bleed heavily now."

The man laughed, opened his briefcase, and took out a packet of information, a passport, and a temporary green card, valid for three years.

It contains his photo, name, public security number, address, fingerprints and other identity information, all of which are real information.

After arriving in Los Angeles some time ago, he started applying for a visa and green card.

There are many types of green cards in the United States, including marriage immigration green card, investment immigration green card, relative immigration green card, special talent green card, presidential amnesty green card, lottery green card, etc.

As long as you have the money and the channels, it is not difficult to get a temporary green card through quick channels.

After Duca arrived in Los Angeles, through an intermediary, he found Edward, a lawyer with strong professional ability but also a very high price.

Before signing the contract, he paid a deposit of US$10,000. After getting the green card, he still needed to pay the other party US$20,000.

"It's really profitable to do your business."

Duca looked at the green card and information and sighed.

"Haha, don't think my price is high. Our firm spends a lot of money every year to maintain relationships."

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

Edward Lombard shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

Without saying anything else, Duca took out 20,000 US dollars from the counter drawer and handed it to him.

"Haha, be happy, Duka, if you have other business in the future, you can come to our law firm. We not only handle immigration green cards, but also other projects."

Edward stretched out his hand and smiled.

"Is there a discount?"

"Our work efficiency will never be compromised."

"All right!"

Duca smiled and shook hands with the other party.

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