The Beast House is located on Nishijo Avenue in the Atlanta ring, on the western edge of the city. As soon as Martin got off the minibus, he saw the huge sign flashing in the night sky.
The club's appearance is luxurious and upscale.
A dozen or so women lined up along the sidewalk, waiting to buy tickets to enter the venue.
In contrast, the bar opposite with the neon sign "BLACKED" was more lively, with at least forty or fifty men queuing up.
Women don't have to queue and get in for free.
Martin came to the door of the Beast House and said to the tall young man who collected the money: "I'm looking for Vincent."
Ivan nodded: "Ticket, $20."
Martin didn't want to give money, so he raised the flag of civility: "I am a friend of Bruce, and I am giving money to Vincent."
Ivan stretched out his hand: "People who are not from the House of Beasts must buy a ticket to enter."
Do you need to buy tickets to give money to someone? Martin pointed at the long queue in front of the black bar across the road and said, "Do you know why there are more people over there but less people over here? Girls are allowed in for free over there!"
Ivan was confused: "You are not a girl."
"Their customers are men, so they let girls enter for free." Martin pointed to his chest: "Your customers are women, so handsome guys like me should be allowed in for free to help you attract customers."
Ivan's partner, the golden retriever boy, answered: "That makes sense."
An attractive middle-aged woman next to her looked at Martin carefully and was about to drool: "Handsome guy, aren't you a gigolo?"
A woman who comes to a club like this must be very horny. Martin responded very quickly: "I'll apply."
The middle-aged woman immediately drew out two 20-dollar tickets and said angrily: "I've given out his tickets." Then she ran over, took Martin's arm and walked in: "Are you going on stage tonight? I'll cover two of the 100-dollar luxury private rooms." Lap dance!”
Martin said seriously: "I will apply for the job, but the boss may not accept me."
The middle-aged woman hugged Martin's arm tightly and rubbed the ball with her: "I believe you will succeed, unless the boss is blind! We agreed that you must give me the first two lap dances."
She raised an eyebrow: "If you want to make more, come with me..."
Martin quietly took out his arm and pointed casually: "I'm going to the boss to apply for a job. I can't be late."
The middle-aged woman said quickly: "My name is Susan."
Martin automatically ignored that although he was poor, his efforts were not proportional to his gains and he would never consider it.
He did not go to the bar, but found a corner where no one was paying attention and silently observed the club.
Owing $6,000 to a loan shark is far more than paying back $6,000.
That's compound interest.
Always find a way.
Martin specifically asked someone to inquire during the day, and Bruce's words had a certain degree of credibility.
It may have been opened not long ago, but there were at most forty customers in a place that accommodated hundreds of people.
Even so, the atmosphere is still heated, women go crazy, and men can't catch up even if they ride on a rocket.
Some large-scale scenes are frequently staged on the side of the circular stage.
The so-called industry regulations can only ensure that the last line is maintained within the club.
Outside the club, it is personal freedom.
After the dance, several women went to the bar to drink and rest. Martin turned his eyes and found that the bartender turned out to be Bruce, a civilized man.
No, it should be a paper licking maniac.
He licked a Scarlett Johansson poster off his butt.
The tragic fate of that Entertainment Weekly can be imagined.
Martin saw Vincent Lee on the other side of the bar.
This is a white man in his mid-twenties wearing a curled cowboy hat, with a large hooked nose that can peck people.
Martin's gaze caught Vincent's attention, and Vincent looked sideways in his direction.
If he could afford to open such a club and dare to lend money at usury, Martin would not be stupid enough to regard Vincent as a businessman. He quickly prepared his mind and walked over.
Vincent put one hand on the bar and glanced: "Martin, the son of old bastard Jack."
Martin took out the check written during the day and placed it in front of Vincent: "First installment of interest and repayment, $600."
Vincent picked it up, played it, and put it into his inner pocket: "Jack is such a talent. He even cheats his son. I admire him very much."
After repaying the money first, Martin carefully tested: "Can the debt be placed on him? Part of it is fine."
Vincent didn't accept this question at all: "Have you found a way to make money?"
"No." Martin's eyes fell on Bruce.
The talent of civilized people is in licking paper, but they are clumsy in bartending.
Martin kept talking: "I broke my leg while working, and my boss was kind and offered me compensation."
Vincent nodded slightly: "You have perfectly inherited Jack's scumbag gene. If you come to work for me and perform on stage, they can fill your crotch with money, and the money will be paid back soon."
The crazy female customers waved small denomination bills and kept stuffing them into the waists of the handsome men. As for the wretched hands produced, they were too numerous to count.
Shabi didn't like Martin's undisguised envy for Green Money.
But he is also afraid that once he gets used to lying down to make money, it will be too difficult to stand up again.
Besides, the ground is hard to destroy, but the cattle are easy to die.
Martin turned his head abruptly, resisting his desire for small tickets, looked at the civilized bartender, and muttered: "There is something wrong with this drink."
Bruce was pouring the Long Island iced tea into a glass with ice.
Vincent was indeed attracted: "Is there something wrong with the wine made by Bruce?"
Martin pointed at the glass filled with ice, and spoke of his past life knowledge and nonsense: "The essence of Long Island Iced Tea lies in the ice. The icicles in the glass are only half-full, and the frosty smell is not enough to bring the temptation of sinking into the mouth. "
Vincent was unmoved. Who the hell cares about the woman who sent the flood?
Martin immediately changed his explanation: "This means that at least one-third more alcohol must be added to the empty upper part of the cup. Even if the cheapest base wine of the same type is used, the profit per cup will be much less."
Vincent raised his cowboy hat and calculated silently: "A cup of Long Island iced tea makes an extra $2. If we sell 30 cups a night, we make an extra $420 a week."
He looked at Martin for the first time tonight: "Do you know how to mix drinks?"
Martin skillfully pulled up his shield: "Old bastard Jack is the most versatile man in Marietta."
Vincent shook his head at the bar: "Let me see."
Martin took off his coat and put it on the high chair. The tight T-shirt exploded with hormones. He walked around the bar and patted Bruce: "Man, this is not a job that civilized people should do."
Bruce had noticed Martin a long time ago, and when the boss nodded, he took the initiative to step aside.
Martin cleaned his hands, glanced quickly at various materials, and asked the nearest customer: "Miss, what do you need?"
The woman who had just finished a cup of Long Island iced tea said, "One more."
As the name suggests, Long Island Ice Tea was born in Long Island, New York. For normal women, it is a strong cocktail.
But it is suitable for the cool and cold taste when the sluts are burning.
Martin took action immediately. His movements were a little unfamiliar at first. After preparing the four base liquors of gin, vodka, rum and tequila, he gradually became more proficient and regained the state before he was suffocated to death by Denny's big balloon. .
Fill the middle of the glass with more than two-thirds of the icicles, pour the prepared wine, garnish with a slice of lemon, put in a straw, and hand it to the woman: "Your wine."
This cup uses more than one-third less base wine than Bruce.
The female customer took a sip carefully and said, "It suits me better than the cup just now."
After paying for the drink, she took out an extra dollar and pushed it in front of Martin.
Bruce looked at Vincent again, spread his hands, and couldn't understand: Why didn't I tip?
Customers who are willing to spend money do not mind ordering a cocktail. Some people have ordered common cocktails such as Pink Lady, Angel Kiss and Manhattan.
Martin is very hard-working. If he is not going to run away, he needs a job with free time during the day to earn income to support his pursuit of opportunities in the industry he is good at.
When no customers came over for the time being, Vincent called Martin: "Let's talk."
