Chapter 234 Will they embrace the American Dream?
"Of course~" Tommy took out the cigar from the opponent's chest, squeezed it, and felt the firmness of the opponent's hand.
The girl laughed happily, and helped Tommy unpack the package, and even helped Tommy light it up: "Thank you for your patronage, five dollars."
"Martin, pay this beautiful girl five dollars. This cigar tastes great and has a strong milky aroma." Tommy said, biting the cigar and urging Martin who just came over with two suitcases.
Martin froze for a moment: "How much? Five dollars?"
Seeing that Tommy wasn't joking, he walked over and carefully looked at the cigar in Tommy's mouth: "This thing can't have a milk flavor, boss, if you like this local product in Miami, I can buy it for you for two dollars When it comes to a box, it’s all bad to deceive foreign tourists... OK, ten dollars."
The girl took out another one and put it on her chest, and looked at Martin generously. Martin immediately shut up, took out ten dollars and handed it to the other party. By the way, he took off the cigar from her chest, and reminded Tang in a low voice while sniffing the cigar. Mi: "Boss, I want to say, those people are still patting us, should you work hard to realize the American dream, even if it's a fake, maybe other groups are thinking about how to make money, and when we get off the plane, we just want to Flirting with a Cuban girl with a creamy cigar."
Tommy ignored Martin's reminder, found a vacant bench to sit down and rest, biting a cigar and looking at the central square of Little Havana, which was comparable to Times Square in New York, first observed the people in the square, and then I began to observe all the shops on the surrounding streets, until I saw the environment in a mess, I got up and bought a sun hat, and walked around the nearby streets a few times, like walking and sightseeing, and turned around the bustling center of Little Havana Over and over, even went to several hotels, convenience stores, and laundry shops to learn about it, and then went back to the bench and continued to sit and rest, and Martin each bought a glass of cool juice to drink, Tommy drank He asked Martin next to him:
"Do you know what I made my first money from?"
"Mr. Page and Miss Sophia said that you earned your tuition through summer camp." Martin told Tommy what he had learned from Page and Sophia.
"No, that was the experience of using money to make money after I got rich. The first time I made money independently was by selling medicine."
Martin froze for a moment, turned his head to look at the camera that was starting to shoot not far away, and then looked at the unscrupulous Tommy: "Boss, you are sure to become rich by selling drugs, suitable for promoting the American dream, your friend named Stephen , and expect this show to participate in the Emmy Awards, not rely on this show to enter San Quentin Prison and choose a room to settle down."
The film crew also had some headaches, but they didn't intervene. The team leader Nick just reminded the cameraman: "Mark this section well, and see if it needs to be silenced."
"Of course, if you insist on doing drug business, Boss, I think it's better to go to my hometown, Little Haiti. I have connections there. You can buy crack, hey, fast, but our principal seems to buy it." Less than a few grains." Martin lowered his voice, and added something thoughtful to Tommy.
Tommy looked at Martin: "You think I'm selling cocaine?"
"Otherwise what kind of medicine is it? Quick, hey, these are the most popular in Miami." Martin looked at Tommy puzzled: "Miami is an international metropolis, and old-fashioned things like Haiti have already been here. Not popular among young people."
"Regular drugs, Martin, I'm not a drug dealer. We're here to show the American dream and make people believe that as long as they work as hard as we do, they can make life better." Tommy still looked at the distant Crowd: "I just want you to go buy a few boxes of Senigo while I get ready for business."
"The name Senego is really malicious to black people." Martin complained angrily when he heard the name, and then asked curiously: "Are you constipated? Boss? Or... have you changed your taste recently? I've taken a fancy to it." A Cuban man?"
Xenigo is a powerful American laxative used to help patients excrete quickly. The drug works very quickly, and it is a must-have for many American gays when they are dating.
Martin stared dumbfounded at the thousands of people in the square: "So, are we going to film the realization of the American dream of the poor, or the realization of the American dream of the gay? Are you sure that with so many people, a few boxes of laxatives are enough for them to clean up the assholes?" ? Also, do you want to buy more boxes of Trojan and lubricating oil?”
The film crew was desperate after listening to the conversation between the two. They no longer considered how many times the conversation between Tommy and Martin would be muted, but whether the material of this group would not be broadcast at all.
"Don't you want to learn how to make money from me? First of all, banknotes don't fall from the sky, you need to create an opportunity, a chance to get the banknotes in other people's pockets into our pockets reasonably." Tommy bit the straw with an expression Said calmly.
Martin pondered for a moment, then hesitantly said: "The two of us occupy all the nearby public toilets, feed them laxatives, and then blackmail them so that we can only go in and defecate after paying?"
"That's illegal, Martin," Tommy reminded.
Martin breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked nervously: "I am very happy, boss, you still remember that it is illegal. I am not ready to return to the police station as soon as I return to Miami. Can you tell me what you bought?" What is that thing for? Otherwise, I am always worried that you are going to attack me after I fall asleep at night. "
"You buy Senegal, grind it into powder, then go to the square management office to buy a dozen packs of bread crumbs, mix it in and feed those pigeons, and then these thousands of pigeons, in this central square where people come and go, fly freely .” Tommy looked at the flocks of pigeons flying around, and said in his mouth.
Martin stared at Tommy dumbfounded, and then at the film crew who had already listened stupidly. He couldn't help whispering: "It's illegal to cruelty to animals, boss."
"These pigeons are seriously overweight, we just want to help them lose weight, understand? People are slaughtering these poor birds with chronic obesity, we are saving them, the law says we can't abuse birds, but there is no rule that we can't treat them, We are healing them and saving them now." Tommy withdrew his gaze and said to Martin with a righteous face:
“Remember, we are animal protection volunteers.”
Martin opened his mouth in a daze for a long time, then came back to his senses and said suddenly: "Then, we can get a job as a cleaner cleaning the square, right? It's a good idea, yes, boss, we can at least get a job for at least three years. Short-term work with long days."
"You feed the pigeons laxatives just to wipe their butts for fun?" Tommy tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers:
"No~Martin, it's 3:24 in the afternoon. If you bought the medicine and fed it to the pigeons according to the plan, then the pigeons should also have seizures at 5 to 6 o'clock at the latest, and it was already sunset. Tourists whose clothes are soiled by bird droppings, whether they go to a restaurant or to a nighttime attraction, will first decide to go back to the hotel to take a shower and change their clothes, and I will find a laundry while you are buying medicine to feed the pigeons. The store discusses cooperation, and then prints business cards.”
"We send business cards with names and phone numbers to tourists who may be attacked by bird droppings at any time, and tell them that our laundry provides door-to-door laundry service. I asked, and there are several hotels nearby, and only one provides it. Laundry service, that is to say, guests staying in other hotels will need our services. At that time, we should not only earn the extra tips paid by the guests when you come to your door, but also negotiate with the laundry shop because of the large number of clothes. A discounted price, earn the difference."
"Maybe I won't make a lot of money, but you and these poor pigeons can help me earn at least one night's room fee in a three-star hotel. It shouldn't be a big problem."
Martin was speechless, except for the occasional small blink of an eye, proving that he was still alive.
The cameraman looked at the follow-up team leader Nick: "Boss, are we still sure we want to continue filming this natural nobleman named Tommy Hawk? Do you think telling the audience that if they want to realize the American dream, they have to buy it crazily?" If pigeons are fed strong laxatives and their bodies are covered in bird droppings, can they accept the American Dream?"
Second update~
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