American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

Harlem Paradise is not Harlem’s paradise, nor does it mean that Harlem is New York’s paradise on earth.

This is the name of a nightclub, but since it dares to be called that, it naturally has its own uniqueness.

This nightclub is arguably the most famous in Harlem.

It is said that this place was built before the promulgation of Prohibition in the 1920s, that is, before the "Harlem Renaissance". However, at the beginning, this was not a nightclub, but a hotel.

It's not a hotel, but a store that sells alcohol, similar to a tobacco and alcohol store, but only sells alcohol.

An African-American from Puerto Rico came to Harlem with his ancestral tequila recipe, and jointly opened this wine shop with a native African-American from Harlem. When Prohibition was promulgated, African-Americans from Puerto Rico chose to fight, and native African-Americans Chosen to survive.

In other words, the Afro-Puerto Ricans were betrayed in exchange for the brewed tequila not being confiscated and all the shares of the liquor store.

The Puerto Rican African American is the grandfather of Viper, the leader of the Viper Gang, and the native African American is the grandfather of Water Viper and Maria Dillard.

Then it was transformed into "Harlem Paradise" by local African Americans.

An ecstasy.

Commonly known as the place that sells and laughs, its scientific name is the Technical Workers' Courtyard, and its elegant name is the Qing Lou Chu Pavilion.

Later, after continuous development and "survival" from time to time, the place finally declined.

Then the descendants of the native African-Americans came up with a talent, Maria Dillard, who became the district congressman in Harlem. With her support, her cousin Water Viper Cornell Stock It turned this place into the most famous nightclub in Harlem.

It's not the biggest, nor the most luxurious, but it is the most sophisticated and distinctive.

Many well-known musicians sang here before they became famous.

And more talented young musicians in Harlem are proud of being recognized by Harlem Paradise and performing here.

That's what it looks like on the surface.

Maintaining Harlem Paradise requires all kinds of "survival" choices. Like a licking dog, kowtow on the ground and beg others, "Dad, please spare me." These are not feasible options, nor can they be easily negotiated. , there is no one who can live a prosperous life in Harlem with a bad temper.

I have no choice but to engage in intrigues, use unscrupulous means, do things without coercing, and then find opportunities to do it secretly after coercing, so that I can barely maintain this situation.

Just like the current boss of Harlem Paradise, Water Viper, is the leader of one of the most powerful and dynamic social groups in Harlem. However, there is no separate gang. Harlem Paradise is the base camp, with all the scenery and beauty, everything All the unbearable and sinful things were born and staged here.

Today is another sleepless night here as usual. There is a long queue at the front door. From time to time, a few people enter directly through the VIP channel, and there are also people who slip in through the back door through various trust relationships. Most of them are regular customers. There are also many people who come here because of its reputation.

Inside the nightclub, it was even more crowded. Almost as soon as you entered the door, you could hardly walk.

However, it was not very noisy, they were all relatively quiet, mostly enjoying the music, swaying gently to the R\u0026B performed by the singers on stage.

“Guest, is this your first time in Harlem Paradise?”

The bartender was asking a middle-aged African American who had been sitting at the bar for a while.

This man was wearing a very unconventional white suit, white trousers, a white shirt, and white alligator shoes. Even the Panama hat and windbreaker that he took off when he first came in were all white.

Moreover, this man's bloodline is very pure, and there is basically no mixed blood. Unlike many African-Americans, whose skin is so mixed that it is closer to wheat color, and you can't even see the color. This man is the kind of person who stands outside in the big black sky. The kind where you can't even see your face if you close your eyes.

If you want to be pretty and filial, it is completely inappropriate to put it here.

I went out in the middle of the night, dressed in white clothes and wearing a hat, with no hands and no head. When I looked closer, I saw two eyeballs and two rows of big white teeth. She was so pretty, so scream.

It is also suitable in dimly lit environments such as bars.

That's why the bartender took a second look before asking this question.

This African-American with an alternative style has a good temper. It is said that this bartender is a bit rude. People are sharp-eyed and can tell by just one glance. He glanced at him several times and it was very rude, but this person didn't care at all. look.

"Yes, I came here because of its reputation. It's a nice place and the guys on the stage are pretty good." The African man in white said with a smile.

This man has a slightly ordinary appearance, but his smile is very contagious, making it easy for people to have a favorable impression of him at first impression.

These two rows of teeth are so neat.

"Yes, but this is a singer who has just made his debut here recently. There are many others with higher standards than him." The bartender said about the most famous sign here, with a proud look on his face.

"I heard that the tequila you have here is quite good?" The African-American in white was also interested in chatting. He raised the glass of tequila pure drink he had just ordered, but said a little noncommittally.

"Oh, Sir, that's just an urban legend, but we also have a lot of good wine here. I recommend..."

The bartender was talking non-stop, but as soon as he started talking, he was interrupted by a look from the African man in white.

It turned out to be the African man in white whose cell phone rang.

A good temper does not mean a lack of temper. The black man in white just glanced at the bartender, and the bartender suddenly seemed to be stared at by some ferocious beast. He did not dare to speak immediately, and his big black face turned a little pale.

Anyone who can work as a bartender here can't be really blind. He can still tell which customer is seated, who can make a few jokes, and who should be avoided.

"Well, if you need anything, just call me." The bartender finished his sentence and hurried to other customers. It took a long time to calm down.

The African-American in white answered the phone and said, "Well, it's me, Suowanda...Yeah, I just arrived, and you guys are here too? Okay, see you later."

The white-clothed African-American named Sowanda only said a few words before hanging up the phone. He glanced in the direction of the singer with a regretful look, took out a hundred-dollar bill and pressed it under the wine glass, and left without looking back.

Harlem, an abandoned building.

"Sowanda, you're here. You've worked hard all the way." The one who spoke was Xin, who respectfully bowed to Suowanda at a standard ninety degrees and greeted him personally at the door.

After standing up, he grinned, making it barely visible that he was smiling.

It's hard to believe that this is the leader of Hell's Kitchen Yakuza who doesn't show any pretense to many Hell's Kitchen bosses and can cosplay with telegraph poles during meetings, Xin.

"Well, Xin, long time no see, where is Mrs. Gao." Suowanda was still very polite, as polite as she was to the bartender in Harlem Paradise just now.

"Excuse me for your concern. Mrs. Gao is waiting for you, sir. Please come with me." Xin bowed slightly again and said "please" with one arm stretched out.

"Trouble."