Hollywood starts with a broker

As May arrived, Hollywood also entered the summer season;

The Los Angeles sunshine was still bright, foreshadowing the heat of the summer movie season!

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In the evening, at the Angel Theater, Jack Welles and Aaron Anderson walked out together. "What a bunch of bastards, they treat the theater like a hotel room."

"Alright, business is good!" Aaron, wearing a white T-shirt, stretched lazily. The Angel Theater had been doing very well in the months since it opened.

Listening to Jack Welles' complaints, Aaron didn't take it to heart at all.

"Ha, that's for sure, what should we eat?"

Aaron rubbed his stomach. There was an Italian pizza place not far away. "Let's go there, they're our neighbors, we have to support their business."

"Okay, wait for me to buy a pack of cigarettes, the Korean supermarket next door is also our neighbor!"

With that, Jack Welles ran to the small supermarket on the other side of the theater.

Soon, the two arrived at the nearby pizza place and ordered two pizzas. Jack Welles ate while saying, "Ice Cube held a meet-and-greet at the theater last time, and it went well. I didn't expect 'Boyz n the Hood' to do so well at the box office!"

"It's related to the Rodney King incident, the Black community is very excited right now..."

"F**k, boss, why aren't there any photos of Black celebrities on the wall of the pizza place? It's all a bunch of white people?"

"Yeah, are you looking down on our Black brothers? Are you discriminating against us?"

In the quiet pizza place, two Black men who had just come in and ordered pizza immediately started yelling when they saw that there were no photos of Black people on the wall.

Aaron looked up and saw that there were indeed some celebrity photos and movie posters on the wall, and he immediately saw a photo of Al Pacino from 'The Godfather'!

The boss behind the counter just glanced over, "Why? Because this is my pizza place, I can hang whoever's photo I want!"

"Bang," the Black man glared and slammed his fist heavily on the table. "F**k, you dare to racially discriminate against Black people, we won't allow it."

The Italian white owner retorted, "When you open your own store, you can hang whatever you want, you can even hang yourself, your parents, your stepfather, your stepmother..."

"F**k, you bastard," the two Black men immediately started arguing with the owner, "Your pizza burned my lips, pay for medical expenses!"

With that, they threw the pizza in their hands directly, cursing non-stop.

"Slap, bang..."

"F**k, ah, you... let go..."

Jack Welles slapped one of the Black men, while Aaron kicked the other one over.

"F**k," Jack Welles was really furious. The pizza that was thrown just now landed right in his pizza box.

Pulling on the other person's sausage lips, "You bastard, it's burned, right? Your mouth keeps talking non-stop, can't you be quiet for a while?"

"Ooh..."

"You two... bang, ah..." The other Black man on the ground just got up to fight back, but Aaron kicked him again, grabbing his hair!

"You bastards, arrogant, idle, causing trouble everywhere, I just want to eat a pizza in peace, and I have to be disturbed?"

"Whoa," the boss at the counter, his eyes widened, immediately took a baseball bat and walked out of the counter, "Hey, do you need my help?"

"No need," Aaron saw the boss staring at the Black man with a fierce look, the clenched baseball bat seemed ready to strike at any moment.

Aaron grabbed the Black man's hair and dragged him directly out of the pizza place, screams echoing;

Jack Welles saw that the Black man in front of him was bald, "F**k, why don't you grow long hair?"

He slapped him twice and dragged him out by his shirt!

"So violent?" The pizza shop owner wiped his sweat. He didn't need to call the police now. Those two white young men were great. They should teach these idle Black people a lesson.

In the alley outside, Aaron Anderson and Jack Welles looked down at the two Black men squatting on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen.

"A bunch of people who don't study, just drink, go crazy, rob, do drugs, and are lazy, always going to the streets asking why don't you give me a job? Why don't I have assets?"

"F**k!"

Aaron cursed, and Jack Welles kicked, and the two on the ground screamed.

"Get out of here, and in the future, when you see the Fairfax Jewish Black Gang Duo, be sure to take a detour;"

"Otherwise, we Jews will sell you Black people bread for $500,000 apiece!"

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, and the two Black men supported each other and staggered away from the other end of the alley.

No one is wrong, one song, one hair, one inside, one content, one is in one, see one see!

"Aaron, why are we the Jews of Fairfax? Do we look like Jews?"

"Uh, I'm used to it, it doesn't matter," Aaron used to play like this anyway, "They'll believe it, these people's brains are as big as walnuts!"

As soon as the two returned to the pizza shop, the boss had already prepared two new pizzas, "It's on me!"

Aaron took the pizza, "Thank you."

Jack Welles took out a $20 bill and put it on the table, then left with Aaron.

Aaron now knew why there were Black riots. It was indeed unreasonable that they dared to do this even in an Italian restaurant;

Other Asian restaurants and shops would probably be even more serious. No wonder the Koreans would fight back with guns!

There are quite a few Koreans in Los Angeles now, especially in Koreatown, and most of them run shops and small supermarkets.

Back at the Angel Theater, the two went straight to the office. Jack Welles chewed on the pizza, but looked worried, "Recently, the Blacks seem to be getting more and more lawless?"

Aaron curled his lips, "After being discriminated against for a century or two, it's unavoidable. Just look at Los Angeles, they're the poorest;"

"The average richest are the Asians, immigrants who already have some assets and are quite hard-working;"

"Blacks and lower-class whites are lazy and stupid, always thinking about getting something for nothing, especially a large number of lower-class Blacks, gathering together to cause trouble!"

Jack Welles nodded, "Our place is not bad, the police patrol more frequently, and the proportion of Blacks is okay;"

"The most serious are still South Central and South, South Gate, Lynwood and Compton, these standard Black communities!"

"By the way, prepare the security company as soon as possible. If the theater's income is not enough, I will continue to fund you."

Aaron was about to become a billionaire, and security was not to be ignored.

Jack Welles blinked, "Don't worry..."