American fame and fortune

Another night of cramp counting tips.

Bruce grabbed the small denomination dollars in his hand and said, "I'm going to buy a new car."

Martin rummaged through the box and poured out its contents, a hill of $1 and $2 bills.

He counted the coins and said, "Shouldn't civilized people buy autographed photos?"

"You still owe me a lot of signed photos!" Bruce specifically reminded, and then asked: "How long can this kind of income last?"

After counting a stack of dollars, Martin tied them with a rubber band and said, "The tip income is unstable and depends on the flow of customers."

Bruce asked, "Can you keep the traffic going for a long time?"

Martin deliberately sidetracked: "Hey, man, do you think I'm a god?"

Bruce said: "God is a black man, are you sure you want to be God?"

"Forget it, I'd rather suffer in the world." Martin put away the bundled three stacks of money, stuffed them into his bag, and tidied his gun bag, ready to draw his gun at any time.

Bruce put on his coat too, and they headed out and home together.

As Martin got into the car, he called to Bruce, "Don't forget the party tomorrow afternoon."

Bruce waved his hand, started the car first and left.

The Ford stopped where it was, and Martin sat in the car, threw a piece of gum into his mouth, and chewed and thought.

Regarding Bruce's question, he actually thought about it.

But as soon as the traffic came up, the boss Vincent felt a sense of satisfaction all over his body, and he was no longer as urgent as before. Even if Martin proposed it, there would not be much in return.

You need to wait, you need to pay attention to the method and method of cutting the boss's leeks.

In the early morning of the next day, Martin went to the Marietta Theater Company first, brushed his sense of presence in front of the leader Jerome, and asked Jerome, who boasted of his superb acting skills, a few performance questions, which made the leader rise. The satisfaction of guiding a rookie,

The point is of course not these.

"Captain, I can solve the basic living problems." Martin wants the creditor to remember that this bastard still owes you money! He proactively promised: "I will pay back the dues in arrears as soon as possible."

Jerome has a friend who lent him 200 dollars more than a year ago and never asked to repay the money. He was very satisfied with Martin's attitude and said, "Keep my phone open next week, and I contacted another show, which also belongs to Gray. company."

"You can call me anytime," Martin said.

When he came out, Martin asked for Entertainment Weekly, which Ben Jerome had read.

Back to Bruce.

Martin went to the supermarket to buy some fresh fruits and vegetables to prepare for the afternoon party.

All four Carter siblings came to help.

The grill was set up, cheap beer, whiskey and rum were on the table, Elena made a big pot of green salad, Lily and Hall simply leveled the land in the backyard, Harris hung on one arm, fiddling With Martin's rented stereo, ready to be a DJ.

Martin deliberately marked out a place: "This is the dance floor, let's dance together then."

Elena said: "I asked, the neighbors go out to work during the day, will not attract APD."

Since Martin was going to the House of the Beast that evening, the party started at two-thirty in the afternoon, and Monica brought over a dozen young girls, all poor girls from the surrounding neighbourhood.

Some of the people Harris tutored and helped with homework were also here.

There were quite a few of them, and they were chaotic.

When the two followed Hall to other places, Martin asked, "How did you invite me?"

"Customers." Harris said: "They are happy, and they will continue to let me be a tutor, and introduce me to new students who need tutoring. I charge by the hour and can earn a lot of money."

Martin nodded: "Make money, not shabby."

Bruce, Ivan, Golden Retriever, Hart and others came at this time, and Martin went to greet them. Unlike the girls, they all brought gifts more or less.

Seeing the crowd in the backyard, Ivan didn't bother to tell Martino, strode into it and started dancing wildly.

Before Bruce could speak, he was taken away by the plump Monica.

Martin turned on the stereo, and as the music sounded, glasses of beer, whiskey and rum were brought up by the crowd.

Alcohol mobilizes emotions, handsome guys and hot girls dance hot dances.

There were so many people, the footsteps were chaotic, the ground seemed to be shaking, and the soil in the backyard was stepped on even more firmly.

A simple party can also be exciting.

Martin drank a few glasses of wine, mingled with the crowd and danced, and returned to cooking behind the grill.

I have played outdoor self-service barbecue before, and simple barbecue is not a problem.

Elena played for a while and offered to help.

When the first batch was baked, Harris dragged Hall over and brought some to Harris' students.

There are many people and few grills, so the speed of grilling meat is inevitably slow.

Hart shouted: "Boss Martin, you are too slow to eat enough."

Martin pointed to the long table in the yard: "Drink beer as you like, enough."

Elena came over and said: "You overestimated the speed of your barbecue, there is not enough food."

Martin said, "Call Rosario's Grill and have them bring some food over as soon as possible."

Elena nodded and picked up her cell phone to make a call.

Bruce got rid of Monica's entanglement, and ran over to barbecue with Martin: "Your barbecue skills are good, at least people can eat it, I thought you would be poisonous."

Martin turned over the skewers: "Old Bu, to tell you the truth, I am the most versatile person in Atlanta."

"Yes, bragging is the first." Bruce always mocked: "Let's not talk about Atlanta, there are people in the state of Georgia who can brag better than you."

Martin added some charcoal to the oven: "I'm also good at roasting civilized people."

Elena came over from the phone and said, "Shall I try a cocktail?"

Martin agreed: "Okay, just let them taste it."

With so many people, it would be a pity not to use them as experimental guinea pigs.

Elena called Monica, and the two went to the next door together, and brought a variety of base wine, ice cubes and raw materials.

The oven was temporarily handed over to Bruce, and Martin helped Elena prepare the raw materials. Elena shouted a few times and started a cocktail experiment, mixing several common cocktails.

Perhaps because of the "education" of alcohol by the Carters since childhood, Elena has a good talent in this regard.

Of course, the wine made by beginners will inevitably taste strange.

Everyone at the party has become an experiment.

But no one cares, as long as it's high enough.

During the period, men and women said goodbye and left, such as Monica dragged Bruce away.

Adult men and women, commonplace.

It was close to six o'clock in the evening, the party dispersed, many people drank too much, and the backyard was a mess.

Martin took Elena to the club: "I'll take you out to play." Pointing to the backyard, he said to the two minors and the disabled: "Idiots, clean it up, I'll come back, there's still fucking garbage here, I Just dig a hole and bury you! Believe me, I can do it!"

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