American Entertainment 1982

After dinner, because they wanted to teach Jeff some simple precautions, Tommy, Martin and Paige took him to Zach's house so as not to affect the normal rest of Jeff's family.

Jeff was sitting on the sofa in the living room, enjoying the old movies that Tommy had specially found for him. Martin stood behind the sofa, helping Jeff shave off his messy brown hair and put him in the clothes of an American soldier. The kindest round position.

After finishing his hair, Martin sat next to Jeff and watched Stallone with him. From time to time, he reminded Jeff to learn Stallone's movements and speech tone in the movie, because that would increase his masculinity.

I don't know how long it took, but Martin was woken up by the sound of snoring coming from beside him. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and yawned. He saw Jeff, who was supposed to continue observing and studying, sleeping happily in the seat next to him. Hearty, and those strong arms hugged her in his arms without knowing when!

"Holyshit! The reason this bastard isn't manly is probably because he's gay!" Martin pushed the other person's arm away and quickly stood up, then cursed unhappily.

Seeing that Jeff showed no sign of waking up at all, and instead continued to adjust his position and fell into a deep sleep, Martin stood up and walked to the refrigerator, took out a can of cold beer from it, then walked back to the sofa, shook the can a few times, and then Pull the tab open and spray the cold beer on Jeff's face:

"Cool! It turns out that it felt so good when white people tortured us niggas! Get up and keep staring at Stallone on the TV with all your eyes! Imitate his tone! His movements! Look at it. Your virtue, Jeff, those hairs on Stallone's dick look tougher than yours! My old... Tommy told me, before dawn comes, if I can't make you look like he was carved out of a block of American granite Tough guy, I’m going to be taught a lesson by a fucking electric shock device that’s harder than granite! I promise, I’ll kill you first before I’m taught a lesson!”

Jeff suddenly woke up after being stimulated by the cold beer. He waved his hands hurriedly and jumped up from the sofa. He wiped the beer from his face. When he saw Martin staring at him fiercely, Jeff showed a wronged expression: "Martin... I can’t imitate the guy in the movie, I’m just an ordinary…”

"Sigh~~~Shut up!" Martin shook the beer and continued to spray Jeff's face, his whole face full of ferocity and despair: "Show me a ferocious expression! Now, or I will show you what terror is." "

Jeff wiped away the beer, still looking innocent: "I..."

"Mr. Page! F*ck! Show him the consequences of disobedience!" Martin roared angrily in the living room.

With a beer in her hand, Page slowly emerged from the restaurant. With the other hand, he took out the largest electric shock device from his waist, turned on the switch, the electric arc crackled, and walked towards the two of them, speaking indifferently. : "As you wish, Martin."

Jeff looked at the crackling electric shock device and swallowed in horror, while Martin showed a cruel smile: "You're dead, Jeff, after...ahhhhhh~~"

Martin's whole body convulsed and fell to the ground. His limbs were still shaking as he lay on the ground. The beer in his hand fell and spilled all over the floor. It looked like Martin was electrocuted to the point of incontinence and foaming at the corners of his mouth.

Page held up the electric shock device and handed the end with the flashing blue and white electric arc to the pale Jeff's nose: "This is the consequence of disobedience. Either you continue to learn how to become Stallone now, or I will send you to see God." , allowing you to discuss the shape of the earth directly with him face to face.”

Jeff hurried back to the sofa, like an obedient elementary school student, with his hands on his knees, staring at the picture on the TV with flickering eyes, repeating Stallone's lines in the movie, and trying to imitate the other person's words on his face. Have a tough guy face.

The homeowner Zach, who was woken up just now and was wearing kangaroo-shaped pajamas, walked down from the bedroom on the second floor sleepily to find out why the living room was so noisy. Then he stood at the top of the stairs and witnessed the brutal scene.

He stood stunned on the stairs for a full two minutes before quickly climbing back upstairs using his hands and feet:

"Thank God, I didn't meet Martin and his friends when I registered to run last year. It's better to leave this great job of promoting Flat Earth to Jeff!"

Martin lay on the ground for a while, then groaned loudly and got up, looked at Page who was as if nothing had happened, and roared madly: "Shit! Can't you give him a try?"

"White people don't hit white people, just like Girl Help Girl on TV." Page put away the electric shock device and said to Martin: "Besides, he is a man who is running for the House of Representatives. I am afraid that he will cause trouble for me if he is elected. "

"So, you are not afraid that I will cause trouble for you?" Martin asked angrily.

Page took a sip of beer, ignored Martin's anger, sat next to Jeff and exposed the stun device: "So, should I be afraid that you will cause trouble for me?"

"If it weren't for your discernment, digging me out and making me the president of BT, I would have asked those thug brothers from Martin's Fruit to send you to see God, Page." Martin cursed in a low voice with annoyance. , find a reason to convince yourself, not because you can't beat this old policeman, but because you still have residual gratitude to him.

After Page replaced him, Martin walked to the restaurant to find a few pieces of cold pizza to satisfy his hunger. Then he was surprised to find that his boss Tommy was not sleeping yet. Instead, there was a pile of pizza half as high as a person on the table next to him. He was crouching behind a pile of newspapers and writing something. The quarrel between the few of them in the living room just now didn't even bother him.

"Boss, let's continue feeding the pigeons. I promise to take care of everything from the drug administration to the door-to-door collection of the dirty clothes stained with bird droppings. You will be responsible for continuing to sit in the square and chat up beautiful Cuban girls! I'm fed up with politics. , at least I don’t have to let that old bastard Paige shock my waist with the biggest electric shock device to feed the pigeons! I’m not married yet, and I don’t want my wife to always question my ability in bed and ask me questions suspiciously when we go to bed with me after marriage. , why do I always have the smell of grilled beef tenderloin on my body?" Martin pulled out another dining chair not far from Tommy, biting into the pizza and said dissatisfied:

"This is not as much as what we make by feeding pigeons and taking laxatives, and Jeff doesn't have the fundraising ability of those politicians. The newspaper said that the Republican woman named Letty registered for the election on the first day, her political action committee We received only 200,000 yuan in donations. We only received more than 400 yuan, which was less than the minimum 1,000 yuan for the political action committee. Those veterans are poor people abandoned by the United States. How could they donate to Jeff? This fool, you are still planning to let me accompany him to Little Haiti and Liberty City to fool niggas who are poorer than veterans. It sounds like you have no chance of winning."

Tommy finished writing the last sentence, then threw away the pen, moved his wrist and raised his head to look at Martin: "This is why there are countless billionaires in the United States but only one President of the United States. The path to politics has always been better than that of business. The road is more difficult, but the good thing is that once you gain power, wealth follows closely behind.”

"Did Stanford University teach you how a fool like Jeff can first gain wealth and compete with politicians who are already wealthy and have a political base before gaining power?" Martin asked Tommy.

Tommy nodded and looked at Martin with a smile: "Of course, there are deceptions, lies and backroom deals. I can teach you a second lesson."

"I still like to feed the pigeons." Martin said weakly, lying on the dining table.

He now really feels that helping Jeff with his campaign is more profitable than going back to Little Havana in South Miami to feed the pigeons, and it doesn't have to be so tiring.

"Do you really think I'm just helping Jeff to make money?" Tommy sighed, looked at Martin and asked.