American fame and fortune

On weekends, the Carter siblings gather in the living room.

Elena twisted the shaker and shook it at a constant speed.

Martin reminded the precautions: "The time is a little longer, and the wine is in full contact with the ice cubes. When using a martini glass, the glass must be chilled."

Elena took the glass out of the ice, unscrewed the shaker, and poured in a Manhattan.

In the final step, add cherries for garnish.

Elena couldn't find it: "Where's my cherry?"

On the sofa, Lily secretly hid the bowl behind her and said, "Elena, I accidentally ate all the cherries, don't you still have them?"

"Hall, take off your stinky sock!" Martin said, turning back, "Put it in idiot Lily's broken mouth!"

Lily got up and ran to the room. Hall took off his socks and ran after her.

Martin ignored the pair of idiots, and said to Elena: "Manhattan is known as the queen of cocktails. The preparation is relatively simple. There are multiple versions. The taste is determined by the base wine. You need to practice more."

Elena nodded: "For the damn money, I will stick to it."

Martin's cell phone rang, and he went to the side to answer the phone, but it was Vincent who called, asking him to go to the club as soon as possible.

Elena waited for him to hang up the phone, and said: "You have something to do, I will remember the recipe you wrote down first."

Martin stuffed his cell phone in his pocket casually, and found a mess of paper, which turned out to be a lottery ticket stub, and asked, "Did you win the lottery last time?"

Elena shook her head: "We're out of luck."

Harris came out of the room to go to the bathroom, saw the wine bottles and utensils in the living room, stopped and said, "I'm 50% healed from the injury, and I can go out and make money."

Elena vetoed: "We'll talk about it after you heal your injury, and keep the money you earned last time. Also, keep your mouth shut and don't let Scott know."

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The club was deserted during the day. After Martin arrived, he went straight to the second floor and came to Vincent's office.

The brim of Vincent's cowboy hat was raised, and his hooked nose was facing the door: "Sit wherever you want."

Martin sat on the single sofa and asked, "Boss?"

Vincent said: "The club's passenger flow income has been relatively stable recently, and you have done a good job."

Stability is not necessarily a compliment. Martin thought for a moment and said, "With the help of the ATL Freedom Association, we have already sued the Methodist Association. There have been related reports in liberal newspapers, and the current traffic can last for a long time."

Vincent ignored what Martin said: "In terms of business, do you have any new ideas?"

Martin told the truth: "Boss, I don't know how to run a business."

Needless to say in his previous life, most of his time in his previous life was spent on drifting.

Vincent nodded slightly: "I want to increase the club's performance by another third, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Martin knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had come.

But it is not easy to cut the boss' leeks. First, let the boss cut the leeks from other places.

"This... I think it's nothing more than two aspects." Martin had already had an idea, but he didn't say it, because things that are easily obtained are worthless. He talked generally: "Increase the ticket revenue of passenger flow and increase the revenue of club sales."

In fact, he has considered both aspects, especially the latter, which is very suitable for the unique taste of free women.

Vincent was a little disappointed, but thinking of what Martin had done last time, he asked, "Didn't you think about it before?"

"I've been busy suing the Methodist Society," Martin said. "I'll think about it."

Vincent stared at Martin for a while, and seeing him frown in thought, he sighed secretly.

Vincent still understands how to mobilize people's enthusiasm, especially before opening a club to stimulate the enthusiasm of younger brothers, empty words are useless.

He said directly: "A $10,000 bonus."

The numbers are very tempting. Martin is still thinking hard, and said: "Boss, I will come to you again after I think of a way."

Vincent waved his hand and told Martin to leave.

Martin went downstairs, $10,000 was a lot, and if he got it, he wouldn't fail to make a unique sale and become a pauper.

Vincent then met with some smart people in the club. The sand sculpture Bruce said that Hart's posters were posted everywhere, and the golden retriever suggested introducing flour...

Last up was Hart.

The guy said: "Leave it to Dad Martin!"

Vincent almost breaks the defense and hits him over the head with an ashtray.

Smash the top and bottom together!

Vincent was very helpless. Most of the really smart or knowledgeable people these days went to work in legitimate industries.

Near six o'clock, the club is about to open.

Bruce wiped the bar and asked Martin, "I didn't think of a way?"

Martin shook his head. "God is a black man."

Bruce said: "I think it would be a good idea to print Hart's picture and put it on a small taxi advertisement everywhere."

Martin asked, "The boss agrees? Give you a bonus? Treat yourself, Boo!"

Bruce pointed to the stage: "Let your idiot sons Hart and Carrington wear prosthetic wigs and stay with you."

"Damn it, I said, I only want a daughter, not a son." Martin raised his middle finger: "Keep it for yourself."

Bruce asked suddenly, "When is your scene playing?"

Martin asked Andrew specifically, and said, "Next Saturday at 10:30 p.m. on Cable 2."

Just in time, Hart and Carrington came out to set up the stage with the men's team, and Bruce shouted: "Guys, our idiot actor's first movie will be broadcast next week, don't miss it!"

There was a booing sound from the boy group.

Martin said in his heart, if you can find me, I will lose.

As the club opened, a large number of female customers entered, and everyone became busy.

Since Martin first came to the club, there have been very few male customers in the club. After all, gays have their own professional venue.

After media hype, male customers almost disappeared.

Busy until ten o'clock, Martin greeted Bruce and left the club early.

He didn't go far away, took a can of beer and stood on the side of the street, observing the black bar opposite.

The customer group is female, and there are many customers who come out at this time, but few customers go in. Ivan asked the golden retriever to watch the door, came over and asked, "Are you going to deal with those bastards?"

Martin took out another can of beer in his pocket and threw it to Ivan: "How much hate?"

Ivan started to open a beer, took a big sip, and said with bared teeth: "I am an immigrant from Eastern Europe, and my whole family has been discriminated against and bullied by them since they came here. These gangsters..."

Martin said: "Don't talk nonsense about some things, it will cause trouble."

Ivan just laughed.

Martin chatted with Ivan without saying a word, but his eyes were not idle. He always stared at the female customers coming out of the club and watched them leave.

Female customers came out of the House of Beasts one after another, just like what Martin had seen several times before, some of them did not go home, but went to the black club opposite.

The opposite side does not accept tickets for women, they can enter for free, and then continue to drink

Martin threw away the beer can, checked his pockets, made sure he had money, and crossed the road to the door of the black bar.