American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 27 What is easily obtained is worthless

 At the weekend, the Carter brothers and sisters gathered in the living room.

Elena screwed up the cocktail shaker and shook it at a steady speed.

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

Elena took out the glass from the ice, unscrewed the shaker, and poured in the prepared Manhattan cocktail.

 In the last step, add cherries as decoration.

Elena couldn’t find it: “Where are my cherries?”

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 socks!” Martin turned around and said, “Put them into idiot Lily’s broken mouth!”

Lily got up and ran to the room. Hall took off his socks and chased 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 liquor. You need to practice more."

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

 Martin's cell phone rang, and he walked aside to answer the call, 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'll memorize the recipe you wrote down first."

Martin put his cell phone into his pocket, and when he touched a piece of paper that was shrunk into a ball, it turned out to be a lottery ticket stub, and asked, "Did you win the prize last time?"

Elena shook her head: "We are not lucky."

Harris came out of the room to go to the bathroom. When he saw the wine bottles and utensils placed in the living room, he stopped and said, "I am 50% healed and can go out and make money."

Elena vetoed: "You can recover from your injuries and keep the money you earned last time. Also, keep your mouth shut and don't let Scott know."

 …

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

 Vincent raised the brim of his cowboy hat and pointed his aquiline nose at the door: "Sit anywhere you want."

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

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

 The word "stable" is not necessarily a compliment. Martin thought about it briefly and said: "With the help of the ATL Free Association, we have sued the Methodist Association. There have been relevant reports in liberal newspapers, and the current passenger flow can be maintained 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 understand business.”

  Needless to say about his predecessor, he spent most of his time drifting in his previous life.

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's leeks. You must first ask the boss to cut the leeks from somewhere else.

"This... I think, there are only two aspects." Martin had already had an idea, but he would not say it because something easily obtained is not valuable. He spoke in general terms: “increased ticket revenue from passenger flow and increased club revenue from merchandise sales.”

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

 Vincent was slightly disappointed, but thinking of the commotion Martin made last time, he asked: "Have you never considered it before?"

“I’ve been busy suing the Methodist Association,” Martin said. “I’ll think about it.”

Vincent stared at Martin for a while, seeing him frowning and thinking hard, he sighed secretly.

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

 He said directly: "10,000 US dollars bonus."

The numbers were very tempting. Martin was still thinking hard and said, "Boss, I will come back to you when I think of a way." Vincent waved his hand and asked Martin to leave.

Martin went downstairs, and $10,000 was quite a lot. If he could get it, he would not fail to create a unique product and become a pauper.

Vincent then met several smart people in the club. Bruce, the idiot, said that posters of Hart were posted everywhere, and Golden Retriever suggested introducing flour...

 The last one to come up was Hart.

This guy said: "Leave it to Martin's dad!"

Vincent almost broke through and hit him on the head with an ashtray.

Smash the top and bottom together!

 Vincent was helpless. Most of the really smart or knowledgeable people these days have gone to work in the real industry.

 It’s approaching six o’clock and the club is about to open.

Bruce wiped the bar and asked Martin: "Can't you think of a way?"

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

Bruce said: "I think it would be a good idea to put Hart's picture on small advertisements like taxis and put them everywhere."

 Martin asked: "The boss agreed? Did he give you a bonus? Treat him, old bu!"

Bruce pointed to the stage: "Let your idiot sons Hart and Carrington put on wigs and prosthetics to accompany you."

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

 Bruce suddenly asked: "When will the scene you filmed be broadcast?"

 Martin asked Andrew specifically and said: "Next Saturday at 10:30 pm, Cable Channel 2."

Just in time, Hart and Carrington came out with the stylish boy band to set up the stage, and Bruce shouted: "Guys, the first play starring our idiot movie star will be broadcast next week, don't miss it!"

There was a lot of booing from the stylish boy band.

 Martin thought to himself, if you can find me, I will lose.

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

Ever since Martin first came to the club, there have been very few male customers in the club. After all, **** men have their own professional place.

 After the media hype, male customers have almost disappeared.

 At ten o'clock, Martin said hello to Bruce and left the club early.

 He did not go far, he took a can of beer and stood on the side of the street, observing the black bar opposite.

 The customer group is female. There are many customers coming out at this time and few customers entering. Ivan asked Jin Mao to watch the door, came over and asked, "Are you ready to take action against those bastards?"

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

Ivan opened the beer, took a big sip, gritted his teeth and said, "I am an Eastern European immigrant. My whole family has been discriminated against and oppressed by them since they came here. This group of black people..."

 Martin said: "Don't say some random things or get into trouble."

 Ivan just laughed.

 Martin chatted with Ivan every 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.

 There is no entrance fee for women on the opposite side, they can enter for free and then continue drinking

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

 (End of this chapter)