Chapter 211 Martin's Fruit
Until the black driver attached to the car from the car rental company opened the car door for Martin with a smile on his face. Martin walked out of this white Lincoln extended car of the same model as Michael Jackson, holding a glass of wine and wearing a branded outfit that hadn’t even cut off the tag. I still feel like everything I've been through is in a dream.
My boss actually let me rent a luxury car to see famous nightclubs in New York.
Mr. Page didn't have this kind of treatment. Who would dare to say that Tommy or his father were white activists? Martin felt that he must be the first to rush to knock down 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 spend at the New York Cotton Club. Ancestors, your descendants have finally developed." Martin drank up the drink in his glass, handed it to the driver beside him, and then walked towards the gate of the club Walking to the main entrance, Martin was greeted by the black manager who had been notified on the phone a long time ago.
The New York Cotton Club, the most exclusive nightclub on the East Coast or in the eyes of most black Americans, was established during the Prohibition period in the United States. However, because of the racial segregation policy at that time, black people could not enter this nightclub for consumption. black entertainers, but those black entertainers can only perform for white customers.
And the hostesses inside are all carefully selected black women. The screening criteria are even stricter than the Miss America pageant. Every woman must be under 21 years old, must be over five feet six inches tall, and must have It is light black, and you must wear a nightclub-specific uniform when you work, which is thin, cool, transparent, and hazy.
In short, make sure that the body is not completely and completely exposed, but it must allow the customer to vaguely see any wonderful pictures he wants to see.
At its peak, the Cotton Club opened branches in more than a dozen large cities such as Las Vegas, Portland, Texas, and California.
But at that time, they were basically controlled by gangs. For example, the Cotton Club in Chicago was owned by the family of the famous Al Capone, and the Cotton Club in Las Vegas was owned by the Italian Mafia boss Calloway’s family. .
But everyone thinks that the Cotton Clubs in other cities just have the same name, and only the Cotton Club in New York is a truly luxurious and fashionable celebrity nightclub.
All the blacks in New York City know that the Cotton Club has the most beautiful black girls, but they can only let the whites enjoy those girls. Later, when World War II broke out and the United States began to relax restrictions on blacks and allow blacks to protest some white extreme policies, New York almost The first demand of all wealthy black men from the government is to allow them to go to the Cotton nightclub and spend like white people.
This shows the blacks' obsession with the Cotton Club.
Unfortunately, although the government agreed, the Cotton Club did not agree. In the end, the white owner of this old club made a very tough decision to fight against the government's decision.
That is permanently closed.
Better turn it off than allow black people to have the same fun in their turf as white people.
Later, Langston Hughes, a black celebrity in New York, united with some other black entrepreneurs, acquired the closed New York Cotton Club, kept all the performances of the previous nightclub, and opened it to blacks, so the Cotton Club became a black club again. In the exclusive nightclub, the original white customers have basically become black customers.
Including Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Donna Summer, etc., all famous black singers and actors have come here to perform, making this nightclub almost an entertainment sanctuary in the hearts of black Americans.
So when he learned that he could choose at will, Martin came here almost without thinking.
"Tim~ do you know where I am? I'm in the **** Cotton Club! The New York Cotton Club!" Martin Da Ma Jindao sat in the empty nightclub lobby, holding a mobile phone, and called his distant room in New York. Cousin: "The Cotton Club's money is not easy to earn? What do you mean it's not easy to make money?"
"Guests only pay for one person, but in fact there are four people holding your cousin in the bathroom stall... I'm a **** customer! Not here to sell **** in the bathroom! What the **** do you think I am I'm a big shot! Not a dirty **** **** looking for a chance to come to a nightclub and make a quick buck! But anyway, how much does this kind of fancy club make once in the bathroom?"
"No, no, tell me where you are. I'll let my driver drive to pick you up. You can find some friends to come over. Of course, I'll pay the bill. Brother, I'm already an existence beyond your imagination."
Partying or entertainment is simply a temptation that black people cannot resist. 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 hinder the meeting These people are talking and laughing.
Martin hugged several female companions from left to right, enjoying the compliments from the black compatriots who came to his party, and boasted happily:
"Niggers, I'm big, get it? I'm a nobody on the East Coast, but I'm on the West Coast, a veritable NiggerBoss~ You've all seen that show on BT, right, that's I."
"Really, Man?" A black man stared exaggeratedly: "I watch that show on time every week, and I specially went to cut a hairstyle like the main character. That's you? Dude, to be honest, I can't believe it, 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's wearing, Nigger!" Martin said stiffly 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 of woman."
While talking, Martin hugged the two female companions beside him.
"Martin, everyone likes to brag, but you exaggerate too much, I..." Cousin Tim questioned his bragging of this cousin who had not seen him for many years, because Martin's bragging had already brought all the things he had brought. Friends don't know how to respond.
Living with Vanessa Williams? Vanessa's first music album was released last year, directly winning platinum and three Grammy nominations, and by virtue of her role in the popular drama "Nigger Boss", she has successfully become the dream lover 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 will live with this sloppy **** 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, did Martin ever live in a villa with her? Had a really good time!"
He did have Vanessa's phone number, but he didn't usually contact him very much. Although he got along well when they lived together, after Susan took care of the Pathfinder agency, Vanessa was taken away from Beverly Hills by Susan. Villa, living in a small single apartment close to Hollywood, the two of them have no time to see each other after that, at most they call to say hello occasionally.
Seeing that Martin's expression didn't look drunk, all the black people present gathered together, wanting to make sure that Martin was really someone who could directly contact the black actress Vanessa.
Martin has a straight face, but he is fighting fiercely in his heart. If Vanessa tells Tommy about her harassment on the phone, she must be severely taught by Mr. Page, but in order to establish a big image in front of these **** in New York , Martin felt that the electric meal was worth it.
So he finally dialed Vanessa's number.
Soon, the phone was connected. Before Vanessa could speak, Martin quickly said, "Vanessa, I'm Martin Hart. We lived together in Beverly Hills before! Remember?"
"Martin!" Contrary to Martin's expectation, Vanessa did not hesitate on the phone, but was a little surprised: "Is it you? Spike ~ Spike ~ it's Martin! Martin next to Tommy! In Los Angeles Comm Martin helped the director solve this kind of trouble when he was filming "Nigger Boss"! Maybe we can just ask him how to solve it!"
Then, before Martin could speak again, a male voice was on the phone: "Mr. Hart? This is Spike Lee."
"Wow~" All the black people in the audience suddenly exclaimed.
Martin is indeed a big shot. Not only Vanessa Williams, but also the young black director Spike Lee over the phone! Most of the black people present have watched the movie "Sure Win" directed by the other party, but they couldn't appreciate the artistry in it. Almost everyone watched it as a small movie. After all, it tells the story of how a black girl has a relationship with three men at the same time. , there are many bold pictures.
"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 when he was startled by the male voice on the phone, grabbed the phone and asked .
In the eyes of everyone, Martin's displeasure is because Vanessa was with Spike at ten o'clock in the evening, which further shows that the relationship between Martin and Vanessa is unusual.
But Martin knew that he was worried that Spike slept with Vanessa! When Sophia was living in the villa, she specifically told her not to strike up a conversation with Vanessa! You know with your ass, Sophia is not for herself, it must be that the boss Tommy has taken a fancy to Vanessa, and now, Spike hooked up with her?
"What are you talking about, Martin? We're doing some reshoots for my new movie, and Vanessa has a part in it, and we're out on the streets of New York right now, with 20 or more people from the crew, not just as you'd think. Me and her, staying in the hotel room." Spike explained.
Martin asked in surprise: "Are you also in New York? That's great, I'm also in New York, so when you finish work, I'll ask the driver to drive you to the Cotton Club and have a drink or two together."
"Are you in New York?" Both Spike and Vanessa were surprised on the phone.
"I'm weird in New York?"
"No, we're 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 willing to help people solve problems."
Even Spike Lee and Vanessa Williams asked for help from the unattractive Martin Hart in front of them. Everyone present couldn't say anything other than opening their mouths. Even the lobby manager of the nightclub moved quietly, towards Martin took a few steps closer, wanting to know more about who this Mr. Martin Hart from the west coast is.
"Uh... Tommy invested in this movie, Do the Right Thing, and we used to shoot on Stuyvesant Avenue in Brooklyn, but now the problem is, there are a few scenes that need to be reshot, so it's back here, but A street gang here called the Decepticons said we had to pay another protection fee or we wouldn't be able to turn it on. We were talking to each other when you called. Vanessa said she was filming "Nigger Boss" in Kang Puton crew encountered trouble, and it was you and your staff who came forward to solve it, so maybe you can come over and talk to them to help us solve this problem?" Spike Lee said on the phone.
Hearing what the other party said, Martin immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva!
I was able to run amok in Compton because of the support of the Big Jack Brothers and the Compton Executioner behind them, and the Big Jack Brothers followed their lead, mainly because their boss had ordered them to listen The order of this big man on the east coast is not really because of his ability to solve the problem.
And how could the black street gangs in New York buy the accounts of the black gangs in Los Angeles?
I’m afraid I’ll rush over there and tell these gangsters in New York that I’m from Nigger Boss in Compton, Los Angeles. You **** are doing me a favor, and the end may be that the other party pulls out a gun and arranges for me to lie in a hearse Back to Los Angeles for the treat.
Looking around, he already regarded himself as a black boss in Los Angeles, and they all looked at him. Martin tried to relax himself, learned how to watch the boss's performance by Tommy's side, raised his glass, and said in a calm tone:
"How much do they want?"
If there is not much, it is really not possible, and I will pay the other party with the boss's credit card.
"One hundred thousand." Spike said a number depressed.
"What? One hundred thousand dollars is enough to buy the lives of half of the black people in Compton!" Martin blurted out after hearing the figure.
Spike explained in a helpless voice: "If we reselect the scene, we will spend more to rebuild a pizzeria and half a street in other places, they just know this, so they deliberately gave this price. "
Martin deeply regretted his decision to call Vanessa. It would cost 100,000 yuan to call the actress. This payment and return can no longer be described as unequal.
"Spike, my brothers are all in Los Angeles. It will take time for them to rush over, and I don't have any capable people in New York. Here are some..." Martin looked around the black friends around him, and said in his mouth: "Nobody, How about this, I'll pay you 100,000 yuan in the past, and when you make money after the movie is released, tell me if you need to pay it back to me."
He knew that Spike Lee didn't have much money, and this guy had mortgaged his house for making movies, so he didn't expect this guy to pay back the money right away, but he couldn't bear the money in the end.
Think about it, I was just working normally, and my boss's father arranged to clean the carriage that hadn't been used for more than a hundred years. If I owed the boss 100,000 yuan, he guessed that the other party would allow me to work in that **** 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 looking for trouble, and he didn't even dare to call the police, because after the police arrested a few, the offended gang wanted to clean up The so-called shame will only use more cruel means to retaliate against himself and the crew.
Martin hung up the phone and looked at everyone: "The party is over, niggers, you all heard, I have some other matters to rush to deal with."
At this moment, the young tall black man walked up to Martin: "Mr. Hart, can I go with you?"
"Are you... what's your name?" Martin asked now as he was putting on his coat under his girlfriend's clothes.
"Albert, Albert Kyle." The black man said to Martin with a simple 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 beside him to embolden him, but 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 the seat and closed his eyes sullenly. The black man named Albert struggled for a long time, and finally said without vision: "Sir, you really have to pay 100,000 yuan. To the Decepticons gang?"
Martin opened his eyes irritably, and looked at the other party: "Otherwise, I'll call Los Angeles and let my Los Angeles brothers come over in a week? You don't understand at all, I'm definitely not showing weakness, but I'm worried about the film crew Every day of delay costs more money.”
"I... sir, if I can help you save this 100,000 yuan, can you give me the saved 50,000 yuan, no, 30,000 yuan?" The black young man named Albert asked carefully. question.
When Martin heard that he could save a lot of money, he immediately became interested: "Can you help me save that money?"
"Should be ok, 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.
Youth said: "Can I borrow your mobile phone?"
Martin handed the mobile phone to the young man. The young man took the phone, sat in the distance, and dialed a number.
"Are you a gang member too?" Martin asked curiously.
Albert finished the call with a few words, returned the phone to Martin, shook his head and said with a smile, "Not really, I'm a member of the Black Fruit."
"Black fruit? What's that?"
"A black neighborhood organization, we are obliged to patrol racially discriminatory communities, promote safety knowledge, and prevent blacks from being harmed by whites." Albert said:
“We used to rely on community donations, but then those white people said that we slandered, maliciously slandered the image of white people, defined us as a black extremist organization, and did not allow the community to donate money to maintain our operation. Now we can only find other ways to make money.”
"So, now black street gangs are blackmailing black people, how do you 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 don’t drive our fellow men out, but we scare them away.”
…
Spike-Lee looked helplessly at the dozen or so black youths in the distance with ignorant and fearless expressions on their faces. What a black humor. This movie is about black youths being beaten to death by white youths, reflecting racial As a result, during the filming of his film, he had to pay protection fees to the black gang to complete the filming.
And knowing that they needed to make up shots, these people greedily came to the door again, taking the opportunity to force themselves to pay more money.
"Spike, Danny's plane ticket is at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Now that you can't finish filming tonight, you need to negotiate with us about another schedule..." The assistant of Danny Arrow, the white protagonist of this movie, came to Beside Spike Lee, reminded in a low voice.
Spike interrupted the other party depressed: "I know, I know! Give me time, I'm trying to get someone to solve the trouble!"
Now he even hates himself a little bit for why he has to be a producer, director, and screenwriter. As a result, all kinds of affairs on the crew need to be resolved by him. If he knew it earlier, he should have earned money from those big companies. , Don’t worry about being approached by such troubles, those companies have dedicated people who are responsible for solving such things.
Or to put it more bluntly, these black street gangs dare not trouble those big white companies.
"The family can only come up with 40,000 yuan, and all of them are here, but I have negotiated with them, Spike~" My assistant director and my own brother Sinclair Lee hung up the phone and walked over. Pass a bag with banknotes to my brother:
“An IOU, the rest will be paid within a week at the latest, you sign, and they will take the money and the IOU, and you 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 make up the filming tonight, the lead actor Danny Arrow would return to California to shoot other movies tomorrow, and he wanted him to arrange time. I don't know when it will be, and the cost will have to be paid again, and other labor, all added together, I am afraid that 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 didn’t take it seriously. Martin was just Tommy’s driver and bodyguard, not Tommy himself.
"I called Susan, and Susan promised me to enjoy a three-day vacation in New York to accompany my parents, and return to California after the vacation is over." Vanessa walked over at this time and said to Spike.
Spike looked at Vanessa gratefully. Vanessa was the female star Tommy specially asked him to arrange a role. Spike originally thought that Vanessa was too beautiful to be suitable for this realistic movie, but because of Tommy Mi is the funder who invested three million, so in the end he hesitated again and again, and gave Vanessa the important role that belonged to his own sister Joy-Lee. At that time, he was even a little reluctant in his heart. Family, from the first short film, his own three younger brothers and one younger sister are the most important part of the film.
But unexpectedly, Vanessa's records and starring episodes were very popular among black people, and the public opinion on her scandal in magazines and newspapers also changed from a black **** before to a black woman persecuted by white people. The support and sympathy of a large number of black people, this actually made my film get more attention, especially when I learned that the film material was insufficient and needed to make up shots, Vanessa didn't hesitate, and immediately rushed to New York to start work, without any stars Air, which makes Spike very grateful to Vanessa.
Now, the other party deliberately bought three days for himself.
"According to what they said, we..." Spike made up his mind to write the IOU and start working as soon as possible.
Vanessa's phone rang again: "Vanessa, where are you?"
Vanessa immediately said to Spike Lee: "It's Martin, he really rushed over!"
Then he asked on the phone: "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 in the distance.
Vanessa walked quickly to the side of the road, shaking her arm towards the car.
The car drove over, the driver opened the door, Martin walked out from inside, followed by Albert Kyle, who looked inconspicuous.
"Has Mr. Hawke come to New York too?" Spike's first reaction was to continue looking into the car.
But it was found that the driver closed the door afterwards, which means that there are no other passengers in the car.
Martin immediately noticed the bag containing the banknotes in Spike's hand: "How much is this?"
"Forty thousand yuan." Spike said to Martin before he could react.
Martin took over: "That's it, I'll settle it for you, you owe me 60,000, Spike."
After finishing speaking, Martin took a look at the paper bag, took out a stack from it and put it in his suit pocket, and shook the paper bag and the remaining 30,000 yuan to Albert who was beside him: "Boy, come with me now!" Say hello to those guys."
After taking Spike's money, Martin was in a good mood. He followed his boss Tommy, and he seemed to have mastered the skills of making money. He only said that he would help Spike with one hundred thousand yuan, but he didn't take out any money at all, but now what? ? First, he received 40,000 yuan, paid 30,000 yuan, and earned 10,000 yuan, plus Spike still owed himself 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 maliciously, if Spike dares to renege on this account, then he will let this kid named Albert, Keep doing the same thing to Spike's crew with these street gangs.
Martin led Albert directly towards the dozen or so black youths from the Decepticon gang in the distance. Unlike the plainly dressed Albert, the dozen or so gangsters had strange hairstyles and fancy clothes. They were all looking at the white Lincoln sedan and the two people who were getting closer.
The leader of the other party was a young man with rotten teeth, he grinned and exchanged glances with his companions, then looked at the two people who were getting closer, and said with a mocking smile: "Nigger, either hand over the money to me, or obediently get out of here." ,otherwise…"
As he spoke, he lifted up his shirt carelessly, exposing the pistol at his waist, threatening Albert: "Otherwise, you will give my gun a **** with your mouth, and let it 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 Page is here, you have already gagged your club in your mouth, you should be glad that he was left by me." Grinding the mill in the villa's mill."
"You..." The other party wanted to swear a few bad words, when he heard the doors of several cars being opened on the street not far behind him!
A dozen young people turned their heads, and saw the doors of four dilapidated cars opened at this time, and eight plainly dressed black men with guns of various colors came out, each with a fierce look, standing ten meters away from the dozen people. , staring at them with a gun indifferently.
The pistols worn by these youths are as ridiculous as toys compared to the guys in those hands.
So they threw away their guns very wisely, and raised their hands in the face of these eight big men who looked more vicious than ordinary gangsters.
You don’t need those rifles that look scary, you just need to pull one of the two large-caliber shotguns brought by the opponent, and the shrapnel ejected can make them all lie on the ground.
"Kneel down, niggers, I promise, give all the guns a blowjob, maybe they won't shoot you." Martin straightened his suit, stood in front of everyone, and said haughtily.
In the distance, Spike Lee and his crew members were all dumbfounded, especially Vanessa. She knew Martin very well. The two had lived in the same villa for a long time. She knew that the other was Tommy. Bodyguard and driver, and 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 gathered a group of men with various large guns, and scared the dozen or so young people who were bullying the crew just now, obediently raised their hands and knelt down on the ground.
"Who the **** are you guys?" The leader, the young **** who almost made Martin do a **** with a pistol, asked nervously.
Before Albert could speak, Martin had seized this opportunity to express himself in time, and said loudly to the kneeling nigger:
"Martin's fruit, remember clearly, they are the **** Martin's fruit! And 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 threatened by black gangs. Films made in the United States will also encounter similar problems to the Hong Kong film industry. the other side.
...Nothing to say, fuck, my son has had another infusion these two days, which delayed the update.
13,000 words of apology~
(end of this chapter)