"Of course not." Faced with Kent's suspicion, Jim quickly denied that Dad Bailey was not something that anyone could mess with.

“The goods from Papa Bailey’s are very cheap, only $70.”

"So cheap?" Kent has seen it in a supermarket. The cheapest Walkman costs more than a hundred dollars.

The one you have now is almost half cheaper.

"Yes," Jim nodded, "not only that, Dad Bailey said. If you help him sell this thing, we will get a $2 rebate for each unit sold."

Actually, Dad Bailey said $3, but after Jim reached an agreement with him, he changed it to $2 in front of Kent.

"Really?" Kent's eyes lit up. This is also a way to make a fortune.

"That's right, but there are conditions for Papa Bailey. Uh, the condition is that it must be sold to black people before there will be rebates.

If the agreement is violated, there will be no rebates for us in the future.

Boss Kent, you know how well-informed Papa Bailey is, so we better not try to challenge his rules.”

Seeing that Kent was about to move again, Jim quickly poured out all the words behind him.

"WTF?" Kent looked questioning.

What is this a hell condition? It is specially used to give us niggers benefits?

"They said it was a gospel from Wakanda." Jim explained weakly.

"???" Kent.

…

“My man only costs $75, how about it cheaper.

You should know that Walmart supermarkets used to sell for $89, and they are definitely guaranteed to be authentic."

In Brooklyn, Kent is helping a fellow countryman Aiwa Walkman.

"But why are you selling 79?" The black guy was a little surprised. Wouldn't this be a loss-making business?

"Just say it's not cheap, right?" Kent was a little impatient.

"Okay" The black guy was a little moved, after all, it was $14 cheaper. This was the 1980s, and $14 was enough for him to experience fast food.

And now there are no such cheap Walkman in Walmart supermarkets and they are always out of stock.

“Believe me man, you definitely got a big bargain, this is the gospel from Wakanda.

See this logo clearly, aiwa, our black people’s own brand.”

“Wakanda?”

"It doesn't matter," Kent waved his hand, "Remember to promote it to your friends around you, buy a Walkman to find the "Donkey King" Kent in Queens, and has the lowest price discount in the United States."

Don’t talk about the gospel of Wakanda. As long as you can make money, Kent can parade with the sign "Black Life".

He fooled a black compatriot again, and Kent thought happily that it seemed that being a second-hand dealer would have a better future than being a gangster boss.

I am just the smallest leader, and I don’t even have $100 per week.

But since he became a second-dea dealer, his income has more than doubled.

"Hello, I heard there are cheap walkmans here?"

While Kent was imagining the future, a submissive voice suddenly rang behind him.

The big black Kent turned his head, and a young white man was looking at him carefully.

White ghost?

"Hey! Listen to the white skin guy, don't make deals with the white ghost here. This kind of thing." Kent pointed to the Aihua Walkman in his hand.

"It is only sold to Africans, this is a high-tech product from Wakanda. Have you ever seen any white-skinned guys use it, ang~"

"But." The white young man wanted to get close to it.

"Get out of here, little rabbit. This is a high-tech product. Do you guys know what high-tech products are?

If you don't leave, be careful of your butt, my brothers haven't tasted it for a long time."

As soon as Kent finished speaking, another big guy standing beside him stepped forward. The joints of his fists creaked and he looked at the frightened white young man with malicious expressions.

"I'm disturbing" said the white young man ran away.

Sure enough, these Nicos are all garbage, and the things they sell are also garbage.
Chapter completed!