American fame and fortune

"Dude, $15 to get in."

Ivan and Golden Retriever stood guard at the entrance of the club, collecting money to let the man in, and every time they collected a piece of money, they said: "It is strictly forbidden to mess around in the club, if you want to do something, go out and find a place."

Scott was in the queue, very impatient, and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, we know! I will definitely get one out, so you can only watch!"

Those who paid the money couldn't wait to enter the venue, the hot club, the atmosphere was so high that it was about to explode.

Not only the ticket money, but you always have to buy someone a drink to strike up a conversation, which is another expense.

Martin no longer mixed cocktails, there were too many people, and Bruce sold beer with Bruce, and many male customers tipped quite generously in order to show generosity.

Scott came in, looking for a target, and saw Martin behind the bar at a glance.

The "enemies" were extremely jealous when they met.

Thinking of the wife who was abducted by the old bastard Jack Davis, Scott immediately looked for him: "Idiot, you work here!"

Martin glanced at him: "I'm busy, you can do whatever you want."

Scott's brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people. He immediately raised his voice and yelled: "Idiot Martin's father, seduced my wife to elope, and didn't pay me..."

All the men and women around looked at Scott, as if seeing an alien.

Considering Elena, Martin took a glass of beer and put it in front of Scott: "I treat you."

Scott took it and took a big sip: "That's about the same."

Then, go.

All that said, just to mix a free drink.

Bruce took the time to come over and said, "Your father is more of a jerk than you?"

Martin was quite helpless: "I'm a good guy, he's a jerk, it's obvious."

Bruce was curious: "I really want to meet your father and see how good he is."

Martin chatted to death in one sentence: "He can't lick posters, and he can't soak posters in bath water to drink."

Bruce shot back: "May you only mess with the earth for the rest of your life!"

Martin is shameless: "You are envious!"

Bruce didn't want to talk, this bastard's face can definitely block bullets.

Inside the club, the men and women who successfully hooked up with each other left quickly, and a large number of people came in again. The long queue at the door gradually shortened.

Ivan picked up the walkie-talkie: "Boss, send someone over to get the money."

Dana quickly came over with two people, took away the two bags that were about to explode, and left two new bags for Ivan and Golden Retriever.

There was a lot of cash, and it was getting late, so she specially left a person guarding the door with a gun.

On the opposite side of the street, twenty black guys stood by the side of the road, watching a couple of men and women leave intimately, feeling inexplicably agitated all over their bodies.

Fred swallowed, pointed across the road, and said to his companion: "That guy, that guy, and the afro, they brought someone out within five minutes after they went in."

"It seems... easy?" The companion's voice was a little high.

Another said, "Shall we go there too?"

Fred pointed to the golden retriever: "It's the same as ours. Ticket fees are charged. Do you have money?"

Nobody said anything, and twenty of them might be able to scrape together $20.

But watching the men on the opposite side keep bringing women out, especially the trash who came out of the black bar and entered the House of Beasts, and they were able to pick up girls, Fred and his emotions seemed to be ignited.

What should I do if I have no money? They don't make money, but they have glorious traditions.

Fred turned back and looked at the door of the black bar, because there were fewer people entering, and there would only be one Latin boy collecting money.

The Latin kid had a wallet around his waist and a stack of five dollars in his hand.

Fred noticed that several companions were looking over there, and whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Do it!" They grew up like this: "The old way."

Fred nodded, and was the first to go to the Latin boy: "Hey, buddy, do you have a cigarette? Give me a cigarette."

The Latin boy knew that this was the new recruit of the boss, so he took two steps forward and reached for a cigarette: "Next time bring it yourself."

The three blacks went around to the other side of the Latin boy very skillfully. When the Latin boy noticed something and looked back, a brick hit him on the head.

Fred snatched the money, and the other two untied their wallets. Seeing that the Latin boy was unconscious, he threw it out of the way by the wall, and ran across the road together.

All the rest followed suit.

They have no concept of the future and beyond in their heads.

The music in the black bar is loud, and no one pays attention to the entrance. From the perspective of the people in the bar, they are not alone, but 21 people outside. Even if there are robbers, I have the advantage.

As for passers-by, who cares about black people robbing such bad things.

There weren't many people queuing at the House of the Beasts. Fred and the others paid 300 dollars for tickets and entered the club.

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In the black bar, Poyet stood by the fence on the second floor and realized that something was wrong.

"Have you noticed that the number of customers has decreased tonight?" He looked towards the door of the bar: "The female customers on the other side didn't come over? Also, there are a lot of people leaving?"

Diego frowned: "The people on the opposite side should have come in large numbers."

Poyet looked down: "The passenger flow is 30% less than normal!"

He waved to the bartender below and asked someone to come up.

The bartender ran up all the way: "Boss?"

Poyet asked, "Why is there so little traffic today?"

"Originally there were quite a lot of people, almost the same as before." The bartender heard many guests commenting at the bar: "I heard from them that the House of Beasts across the street will allow male customers to enter at ten o'clock, and those who leave will go there."

Diego reacted quickly: "No wonder the people on the other side don't come." He patted the fence: "Who thought of this way? He must be an old pervert. He really understands the thoughts of perverts!"

Poyet walked quickly to the window facing the street, opened the curtains to look at the opposite side, there were not many men lined up at the gate of the Beast House, but there were couples of men and women coming out of it.

It doesn't matter if the business on the other side is good, but they rob their own customers.

Poyet was a little emotional: "Which pervert thought of such an idiotic method, I'm going to cut his kidney!"

At this moment, the two hurried up from downstairs, the Latin kid behind him covered his head with one hand, his face was covered with blood.

Poyet was angry: "What happened again?"

The Latin kid held on to the guardrail and said, "Boss, those twenty pieces of shit stole our money! They stole our wallets!"

"What?" Poyet reached for his gun.

Diego hurriedly pressed Poyet's hand to prevent him from drawing out his gun and venting: "Where are they?"

The Latin kid said: "I was knocked out, and when I woke up they were gone."

Diego steadied Poyet: "Calm down! Calm down! Let's find out where they went first."

Poyet pulled out his hand, smelled it, and became more sober: "Forget about the other side, find me those twenty pieces of shit!"

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Inside the House of the Beast, Martin noticed as soon as twenty burly black guys entered, and immediately stabbed Bruce.

Bruce handed the wine bottle to Martin, turned around and went to the wine cabinet, picked up the walkie-talkie: "Tom, keep an eye on those old blacks, if they don't make trouble, don't make trouble."

He then asked the door: "Ivan, what happened to those old blacks?"

"They paid the money, and I asked the boss for instructions, and the boss let him in." Ivan actually wanted to stop him, but the boss had to say it.

Bruce also knew that if he opened the door to do business, he really had to stop Old Hei from entering, and then Old Hei would use racial discrimination to make trouble, which was not so complicated.

The old blacks didn't cause trouble, they kept hooking up with female customers, and the leading one even came over and asked for a glass of beer.

Not long after, several female customers left with the group of old blacks.

Martin chatted with the old black who asked for beer, and said to Bruce, "He's from South City, and he's helping out at the black bar across the road."

Bruce asked, "The other side? What are they trying to do?"

When he got off work at night, the golden retriever brought the latest news that the people in the black bar were looking for the group of old blacks.

"It is said that Poyet, the owner of the bar, was specially brought here from the slums of Nancheng, trying to hook up with our customers. As a result, those old blacks couldn't control their crotch, and robbed the bar's money and came to our place to spend."

Martin was deeply impressed: "If you want to talk about show, it's still black people show."

Bruce told the bar security: "Pay attention to the opposite side, they dare to make trouble, you understand."