Hollywood starts with an agent

Chapter 105 Why not hang the black man?

As May arrives, Hollywood also enters the summer season;
The sun is still shining brightly in Los Angeles, indicating a hot summer season!

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

"Okay, business is good!" Aaron, wearing a white T-shirt, stretched. The business of Angel Theater has been very good in the past few months since its opening.

Aaron didn't take Jack Wells' complaints seriously.

"Ha, of course. What are we going to eat?"

Aaron touched his stomach. There was an Italian pizza shop not far away. "Let's go there. We are neighbors. We have to take care of their business."

"Well, let me go buy a pack of cigarettes. The Korean supermarket next door is also our neighbor!"

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

Soon, the two arrived at a nearby pizza shop and ordered two pizzas. While eating, Jack Wells said, "Ice Cube held a meet-and-greet at the theater last time, and it was quite successful. I didn't expect 'Boyz on the Hood' to do so well at the box office!"

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

"Fuck, boss, why aren't there pictures of us black celebrities on the walls of the pizza shop? It's all white people?"

"Yes, do you look down on our black brothers? Do you discriminate against us?"

In the quiet pizza shop, two black people who had just come in ordered pizza and immediately started shouting when they saw there were no pictures of black people hanging on the wall.

Aaron looked up and saw that there were indeed some celebrity photos and movie posters on the wall. He immediately saw the photo of Al Pacino in "The Godfather"!

The owner behind the counter just took one look and said, "Why? Because it's my pizza shop, I can hang up anyone's picture I want!"

"Bang," the black man glared and pounded the table. "Fuck, how dare you racially discriminate against black people? We won't tolerate that."

The Italian white boss retorted: "When you open your own shop, you can hang whatever you want. You can also hang your own, your parents, your stepfather and stepmother..."

"Fuck, you bastard!" the two black men started swearing at the boss. "Your pizza burned my lips. Pay for the medical expenses!"

As he said that, he threw the pizza in his hand away and kept cursing.

"Bang, bang..."

"Fuck, ah, you guys... let go..."

Jack Wells slapped a black man, and Aaron kicked another one.

"Fuck," Jack Wells was really furious. The pizza he just threw out happened to fall into his pizza box.

Pulling the other person's sausage mouth with his fingers, "You bastard, are you burned? You keep talking nonstop, can't you be quiet for a while?"

"Woo..."

"You two... bang, ah..." Just as the other black man on the ground got up and was about to fight back, Aaron kicked him again and grabbed his hair!
"You bastards, you're so arrogant, so idle, and so troublesome. I just want to eat a pizza in peace, and you have to disturb me?"

"Wow," the counter owner said, his eyes widening as he walked out of the counter with a baseball bat in hand. "Hey, do you need any help?"

"No thanks," Aaron watched as the boss stared at the black man fiercely, his clenched baseball bat ready to strike him down at any moment. Aaron grabbed the black man's hair and dragged him out of the pizza shop, screaming in agony.
Jack Wells saw that the black man in front of him was bald and asked, "Fuck, why don't you have long hair?"

He slapped him twice more and dragged him out by the shirt!

"Is it so violent?" The pizza shop owner wiped his sweat. There was no need to call the police this time. The two white guys just now were really great. They should teach this group of idle black people a lesson.

In the alley outside, Aaron Anderson and Jack Wells looked down at the two black men squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands. The bruised and swollen appearance really suited them.

"A bunch of people who don't read, who spend their days drinking and going crazy, robbing and taking drugs, and who are lazy. They just go to the streets and ask why I don't have a job? Why don't I have assets?"

"Fake!"

Aaron cursed and Jack Wells kicked him, causing the two men on the ground to scream.

"Go away! Next time you see us, the Fairfax Jewish gangsters, you must take a detour;"

"Otherwise, we Jews will sell bread to you black people for 50!"

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

"Aaron, why are we Jews in Fairfax? Do we look Jewish?"

"Uh, I'm used to it. It doesn't matter." Aaron said that's how he used to play it. "I'll believe it. These people have heads as big as walnuts!"

As soon as the two returned to the pizza shop, the owner had already prepared two new pizzas. "It's my treat!"

Aaron took the pizza and said, "Thank you."

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

Aaron now understood why the black people were rioting. It was indeed unreasonable that even an Italian restaurant dared to do this.
The situation in other Asian restaurants and stores will probably be even worse. No wonder Koreans will 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.

After returning to the Angel Theatre, the two went straight to the office. Jack Wells munched on his pizza, a worried look on his face. "It seems like black people are becoming more and more lawless lately?"

Aaron curled his lips. "After all, discrimination has been going on for a hundred or two hundred years. It's unavoidable. Just look at Los Angeles. They are the poorest."

"The wealthiest people on average are Asians. They are immigrants who already have some assets and are quite hardworking;"

"Black people and lower-class white people are lazy and stupid, always thinking of getting something for nothing. Especially the large number of lower-class black people who gather together to cause trouble!"

Jack Wells nodded. "Our place is pretty good. The police patrol more frequently, and the proportion of black people is also not bad."

"The worst hit areas are South Central and South, such as South Gate, Lynnwood, and Compton, which are typical black communities!"

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

Aaron is about to become a billionaire, and safety issues cannot be ignored.

Jack Wells blinked and said, "Don't worry..."

(End of this chapter)