American fame and fortune

Yesterday's chaos dissipated, Saijo Avenue was cleaned up, and the order of the past was restored.

The sun had just set, and before the opening time of the House of the Beasts, dozens of people had already lined up in front of the club.

People rushed over one after another and joined the queue.

The news reports of multiple TV stations last night, and the bombardment of today's newspaper media led by the "Atlanta Constitution" made the Beast House Gigolo Club famous.

With a population of more than 5 million in the entire Atlanta metro area, Beast House has a lot of potential customers.

As long as a very small part of it is enough to explode the Beast House.

The queue was long, and curious passers-by joined in the fun.

It was close to six o'clock, ready to open the door early, and Ivan and Golden Retriever came to the porch.

The former took out a check and handed it to the golden retriever: "Take the damned check and don't buy messy things."

The golden retriever glanced at the numbers: "So many?"

Ivan said: "The idiot Martin speaks of loyalty."

The golden retriever emphasized: "Boss Martin."

Ivan saw the long queue outside the door and said, "Martin's work is cheap, but it's really effective, much better than trash public relations."

The two opened the door and shouted at the long line of female customers: "Tickets are $20, prepare the money in advance!"

A piece of 20 dollars was stuffed into their hands, and the two of them held a thick stack. The ticket price for half an hour was more than the previous night.

People in the queue moved in, but the long queue did not shorten, but instead grew longer.

Ivan is sure that this week's bonus will explode.

A car came from a distance and stopped at the end of the line.

Michael, with his ponytail tied up, looked at the long queue and then at the newspaper's report on the Beast's House Club. He slapped his forehead and said, "I'm such a stupid pig. I can't even think of such a simple solution!"

Michael had to accept the sad reality that the House of the Beast's fame spread all over Atlanta without him having anything to do with it.

He didn't get a dollar of benefits, and he had to raise money as soon as possible to make up for the $10,000 shortfall.

This morning, Vincent sent someone to ask him for it.

Thinking that he had to sell his car and watch to pay off his debts, but the little bartender could get a reward of 10,000 US dollars, Michael felt somewhat unbalanced.

But he didn't dare to go to the House of Beasts to make trouble, those people were not easy to mess with.

Michael did not leave immediately, but observed carefully, picking up the newspaper from time to time to read: "I have learned, I can also make a lot of money!"

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Inside the club, Martin mixed a glass of Daiquiri and said with a smile, "Ma'am, your wine."

The female customer handed over a tip: "The wine is very good, aren't you a dancer?"

There were customers behind, and Martin smiled apologetically: "The artists in the club are all on the stage."

There were more and more people, and soon there were more than 200 people. Almost all the female customers who came here were drinking. Martin and Bruce were very busy.

Martin received the tip and didn't have time to tidy it up, so he threw it into a box under the bar.

It was a little after 6:30, and the club was already full. The men's troupe on the ring stage was presented tonight by the American soldiers choreographed by the Savannah College of Art.

Countless small-denomination dollar bills flew onto the stage.

When it comes to spending power, women are much stronger than men.

Hart never found it so easy to make money.

Vincent stood at the door of the office on the second floor, picked up the walkie-talkie, and informed Ivan at the door: "There are too many people, don't put them in for now."

The club is full of customers.

Even the private rooms on the second floor were full.

Vincent lifted his cowboy hat. If there are enough customers, there will be more possibilities in the club's accounts.

He turned to the bar and saw Martin Davis.

Unexpectedly, that old bastard Jack Davis had such an outstanding son.

Vincent beckoned and called the accountant Dana: "Forego Martin Davis' debt, and prepare a check for $5,000."

Dana has doubts: "It's just the first night, after that..."

"You don't understand." Vincent interrupted her: "He has a lot of ideas. If he succeeds the first time, he can succeed the second time."

Dana stopped talking and went to prepare the check.

Vincent looked at the hot dance floor and the flying banknotes, and added: "The rewards of others, prepare them together."

Martin gave him a list this morning. In addition to the people in the club, there were two other people involved in this matter.

Vincent didn't care about such trivial matters, and the situation was under his control.

Club customers come in and out, and they are always full.

In the middle of the night, when the club was closed, Bruce counted the wine, recorded the accounts, opened a small drawer, grabbed the random piles of banknotes from it, and counted them one by one.

"It's the first time I've received so many tips." The silly smile on his face almost went deep into his bones: "$44."

Martin moved his arms: "Congratulations, civilized man, enough to buy you a bunch of autographed photos."

A thick stack of banknotes fell on the palm of his hand, and Bruce said, "Dude, you are so envious!"

Martin picked up a box and put it on the bar: "Look carefully, Boo! The tip I received tonight is several times yours."

The boxes were full of scattered $1s, $2s, and the occasional $5.

Martin went on to hit the poor civilized man: "To tell you a terrible truth, I'll soon be richer than you."

Bruce was about to vomit blood, and launched a sharp counterattack: "What else do you have besides a good skin? Your stomach is full of scheming junk!"

Martin quickly counted the banknotes: "Without my calculation, you will have a tip tonight?"

Just as he was talking, there was a burst of crying and howling from the other side of the stage. Hart ran onto the stage holding a large pile of banknotes, and the banknotes fell all the way as he ran.

He ran to the center of the stage, clutching banknotes in his hand and throwing them into the sky, green dollars falling down like rain.

Hart stretched out his arms, bathed in the rain of money, and shouted excitedly: "Smash me to death!"

A few more members of the Boys' Group ran onto the stage, throwing money like crazy, and the money rained down.

The banknote hit Hart on the head, and Hart fell down with a bang and couldn't get up.

tired.

Hart squirmed like a maggot, raised his green hair, and looked at Martin: "Please let me call you Dad!"

"Get out!" Martin brutally refused: "I don't want a fool's son!"

Hart wailed: "You can't do this, men and women must be equal! Men and women are equal! Martin Davis, you bastard!"

Seeing Ivan and the golden retriever coming over, Martin said, "I'm having a backyard party at home on Wednesday."

Vincent came out of the office on the second floor at this moment and called down, "Martin."

Martin went upstairs and into the office: "Boss?"

Vincent pushed a check and an IOU to him across the desk: "I've crossed out the $7,000 debt for you, and here's a $5,000 bonus. Starting tonight, your hourly salary will increase to $16 .”

"Thank you for your generosity." Martin didn't mind saying a few more nice words: "You are a good boss."

Vincent gave him two more checks.

This is Martin's employment money for Elena and Monica.

Martin put it away and politely invited Vincent to the party.

Vincent declined, saying: "Continue to use your ingenuity, as long as it is beneficial to the club, I will never be stingy with rewards."

Martin said: "Boss, we are now holding on to the ATL Freedom Club to stabilize the flow of guests."

Vincent nodded: "Leave it to you."

Martin came down in relief, the usury settled.