American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 19 The club exploded

 Yesterday's chaos has dispersed, Saijo Street has been cleaned up, and the previous order has been restored.

The sun has just set, and before the opening time of Beast House, dozens of people are already lining up in front of the club.

 People came over one after another and joined the queue.

Last night’s news reports from multiple TV stations and today’s bombardment by the print media, led by the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, have made the Beast House Gigolo Club famous.

With a population of over 5 million in the entire Atlanta metropolitan area, the number of potential customers for Beast House is not large.

 As long as a very small part of it is enough to burst the beast's house.

 The queue was long, and there were curious passers-by joining in the fun.

 At nearly six o'clock, ready to open the door early, Ivan and Jin Mao came to the porch.

The former took out a check and gave it to Jin Mao: "Keep the **** check and don't buy random things."

Golden Retriever glanced at the numbers: "So many?"

Ivan said: "Idiot Martin talks about loyalty."

Golden Retriever emphasized: "Boss Martin."

Ivan saw the long queue outside the door and said: "Martin is cheap in what he does, but it is really effective. It is much better than useless public relations."

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

 20 dollars was stuffed into their hands one by one, and the two of them grabbed a thick pile. The ticket money in half an hour was more than the previous night.

As people in the queue went in, the long queue did not shorten, but grew longer.

Ivan is sure that the bonus will explode this week.

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

Michael, who was wearing a ponytail, looked at the long queue and the newspaper report about the Beast House Club. He slapped his forehead and said, "I'm such a stupid pig. I couldn't think of such a simple solution!"

 Michael had to accept a sad reality. The reputation of Beast House spread throughout Atlanta, but it had nothing to do with him.

He won’t get a single dollar in benefit, so he has to raise money as soon as possible to make up for the $10,000 shortfall.

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

Michael felt somewhat psychologically unbalanced when he thought that he had to sell cars and watches to pay off debts, but the bartender could receive a reward of US$10,000.

But he didn't dare to go to the Beast's House to make trouble. Those people were not easy to mess with.

 Michael did not leave immediately, but observed carefully, picking up the newspaper and reading it from time to time: "If I learn how, I can make a lot of money!"

 …

 In the club, Martin mixed a glass of Daiquiri and said with a smile: "Madam, your wine."

 The female customer handed over the tip: "The wine is very good, are you not a dancer?"

There were customers behind him, and Martin smiled apologetically: “All the artists in the club are on the stage.”

There are more and more people, and soon there are more than 200 people. Almost all the female customers who come here for entertainment are drinking. Martin and Bruce are very busy.

 Martin received the tip and had no time to sort it out, so he threw it into a box under the bar.

It’s a little past six-thirty, and the club is already full. The stylish boy band on the ring stage will present American Soldiers, choreographed by the Savannah School of the Arts tonight.

Countless small-denomination U.S. bills flew onto the stage.

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

 Hart had never found it so easy to make money.

 Vincent stood at the door of the office on the second floor, picked up the intercom, and informed Ivan at the door: "There are too many people, so don't let any more people in for the time being."

 The club was full of customers.

Even the private rooms on the second floor are full.

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

 He turned his eyes to the bar and saw Martin Davis.

I didn’t expect that old **** Jack Davis to have such an outstanding son. Vincent waved and called the accountant Dana: "Forgive Martin Davis's debt and prepare a check for US$5,000."

 Dana had doubts: "It's just the first night, and then..."

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

Dana said no more and went to prepare the check.

Vincent looked at the hot dance floor and the flying banknotes, and added: "Let's prepare the rewards for everyone else."

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

Vincent didn't care about such small things, the situation was under his control.

 Club customers come in and out, and the club is always full.

At midnight, the club closed. After counting the drinks and keeping accounts, Bruce opened a small drawer, took out the randomly piled banknotes, and counted them one by one.

 “This is the first time I’ve received such a large tip.” The silly smile on his face almost penetrated into his bones: “44 US dollars.”

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

 A thick stack of bills fell into his palm, and Bruce said, "Man, you are so jealous!"

 Martin picked up a box and placed it on the bar: "Look carefully, Lao Bu! The tip I collected tonight is several times yours."

 The box was full of scattered $1, $2, and occasionally $5.

 Martin continued his attack on poor civilized people: "To tell you a terrible truth, I will soon be richer than you."

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

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

Just as he was talking, there was a burst of howling 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, held a hand full of banknotes, and threw it into the sky. The green dollars fell like rain.

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

Several more members of the stylish boy band ran onto the stage and threw money wildly, making the money rain like rain.

 The money hit Hart on the head, and Hart fell down with a thud and could not get up.

tired.

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

 “Get out!” Martin refused cruelly: “I don’t want a stupid son!”

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

 Martin saw Ivan and Golden Retriever coming over and said, "I'm holding a backyard party at home on Wednesday."

 Vincent came out of the office on the second floor at this time and shouted down: "Martin."

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

Vincent pushed a check and an IOU to him across the desk: "I have crossed out the $7,000 debt for you. This is a $5,000 bonus. Starting tonight, your hourly wage will be increased to $16. ”

“Thank you for your generosity.” Martin didn’t mind adding a few nice words: “You are a good boss.”

 Vincent gave him two more checks.

 This is the salary Martin asked for for Elena and Monica.

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

Vincent declined politely and said: "Continue to use your talents. 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 Free Club to stabilize the passenger flow."

 Vincent nodded: "Leave it to you."

 Martin felt relaxed when he went downstairs, and the loan sharking was completely solved.

 (End of this chapter)