American fame and fortune

In the office on the second floor of the House of the Beast, the cowboy hat on Vincent's head was pressed down very low, covering a large shadow on his face, and the protruding hooked nose seemed to pierce the heart.

Michael, the publicist of the night show, was inexplicably flustered, and quickly covered it up with words: "The House of the Beast has been open for less than a month, and it takes time to accumulate customers, fame and word of mouth."

He has promoted a bar with mainly male customers, but this is the first time that it has mainly female customers. He cannot take the blame: "You are too impatient, and running a business requires a process."

Vincent's words were flat: "25 days ago, when you got the commission, you didn't say that."

Thinking of the $10,000 commission, Michael cheered up: "Give me another month, not because I don't work hard, but because there is a problem with the environment."

It is impossible to return the money, he doesn’t have so much money in his hand: “You know, the damn regulations in Zuozhou, we can’t directly advertise in the media and shopping malls, we can only do private promotion. Now the conservative Methodist Association is everywhere To cause trouble, the media and public opinion will fuel the flames."

Vincent didn't even lift his eyelids: "The big star you promised to come to the club for fun?"

Can't advertise directly, but side news coverage of big stars appearing at clubs is no problem.

"I'm still in touch," Michael said.

Vincent raised his head slightly, and his hooked nose became sharper: "Georgia female star, you can't hire Julia Roberts, Holly Hunter is fine."

Michael was dumbfounded, these two f*cking Oscar queens!

Vincent said slowly: "You asked for a reward of 10,000 U.S. dollars, and I gave it to you. Do you know why?"

Michael bit the bullet and said, “I’m worth the price.”

Vincent raised a finger: "First, I want to mobilize your enthusiasm with money." He raised another finger: "Second, I am sure to get back the corresponding price."

Michael leaned forward, unconsciously pleading: "Give me a little more time."

Vincent picked up the phone and dialed the bar: "Bruce, please keep the notice. The venue will be cleared in 15 minutes. Everyone is not allowed to leave work and an internal meeting will be held."

Michael couldn't help worrying, with sweat on his forehead: "You...what are you going to do."

"The House of the Beast is a legitimate business place that abides by the law and will not do illegal things." Vincent stood up and walked out: "I want to gather my men and listen to their opinions."

Seeing that he wasn't going to kill himself, Michael felt relieved and said, "You'd rather trust those idiots who can't even read the newspapers than give the professionals a little more time?"

Vincent went straight out the door.

He also wanted to trust the professionals, but the professionals did not bring traffic.

Michael hurried to follow.

Fifteen minutes later, all the staff of the Beast Club, including the gigolo, stood near the stage.

Martin and Bruce stayed on the far left, waiting for the boss to speak.

Vincent stood on the ring stage, glanced at everyone, and said, "You all know the club's passenger flow, do you have any ideas?"

Hart, the leader of the Boys' Group, was the first to say, "Boss, shall we go back to our old profession?"

Vincent said: "Bruce, if Hart speaks such nonsense again, you throw him into the Atlantic Ocean in the most civilized way."

Hart glanced at Bruce, his lips trembling: "I shut up."

However, Michael followed Hart's gaze, saw Martin again, and began to calculate.

Vincent asked, "What about the others?"

No one spoke for the time being.

Martin has some ideas, but the boss doesn't mention whether it's good or not.

Whoever puts so much effort into doing things that are not beneficial, wage earners must have the awareness of wage earners.

"Very good, as expected of my brother, if you don't mention rewards, you don't do anything." Vincent raised his cowboy hat slightly: "Who can double the passenger flow of Beast House steadily, double the salary, and reward 10,000 US dollars."

Hearing the $10,000 reward, Michael couldn't help jumping out and said, "I figured out a way."

Everyone looked at Michael, but Michael pointed at Martin: "As long as he cooperates, I can solve it."

Martin was puzzled.

Michael was afraid that others would steal the bonus: "Why can't the club attract a large number of customers? Because we lack star-level dancers!"

He pointed to Martin: "Based on his conditions, combined with professional choreography training, I can make him a superstar in Atlanta!"

Martin thought, what kind of hatred, what kind of hatred, you actually want my old life? He immediately interrupted: "Boss, this person is too exaggerated. I admit that I am good-looking, but I can't reach the level he said, and Hart and the others are not bad."

Vincent's trust in Michael had collapsed, and he turned his gaze: "Ivan, throw him out."

Ivan and his little golden retriever held Michael and dragged him out. Michael wanted to shout, but felt something pressed against his waist, so he quickly shut up.

Vincent asked, "What about you?"

Including Bruce, they turned their gazes to Hart and immediately took them back.

Hart's brother is bloated every day and they don't want that.

Seeing the benefits, Martin became an excellent wage earner and said, "Boss, I have an idea."

Vincent looked at the other silent subordinates, turned around and went upstairs: "Follow me."

Just as Martin was about to follow, Bruce suddenly said, "I heard that Bill, the veterinarian, has a way to treat cattle and sheep. You'd better consult in advance."

"Don't mention the vet to me!" Martin gave Bruce a middle finger, and followed Vincent up the second floor.

Bruce waited for a long time without moving.

Hart slapped his palms for fear, and shouted to the other gigolos, "Guys, get a locker out of the locker room, we have a new guy."

Bruce picked up a bar stool.

Hart turned around and left: "Bruce, you said you wanted to be a civilized person."

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The office on the second floor was quiet, and Vincent's face was still covered by the shadow of the cowboy hat.

What Martin said just now has exceeded his, and even his father and brother's cognition, and it is completely beyond their understanding.

Vincent asked, "Where did you learn this?"

"I'm an actor. I've been working on film crews since I was sixteen, studying media and public opinion hype, and dreaming of being popular." With Martin's acting skills, the compilation is as real as it is: "I have seen many successful film and television cases, and I understand the style of the media. .”

Vincent asked, "How sure are you?"

Martin thought for a moment and said, "Sixty percent."

Vincent asked again: "What do you need?"

Martin said: "Bruce, find a few more reliable people to help me, the labor and other expenses incurred during the period..."

"The club is responsible." Vincent was not stingy when it was time to motivate: "As long as you succeed, your debt will be eliminated, your salary will be doubled, and you will receive a $5,000 bonus."

Martin didn't ask about failure, Hart was an example.

Gigolo, he is mentally prepared.