Facing different people and at different times, Martin uses different ways of coping.
He tipped $7 and placed it in front of Vincent.
Vincent pushed back: "Tip belongs to the individual." He asked directly: "How many cocktails do you know?"
Martin stopped talking nonsense and said: "I can make common cocktails. I can't say that the level is particularly high, at least it is average."
In order to compete for a bartender role, I worked hard and practiced hard. Although I didn't get the role, because I am good at drinking, I never gave up. It is an ability accumulated over many years.
Vincent asked: "A way to save costs without affecting the taste?"
Martin is already in the zone: "I can guarantee that some blended wines will be more profitable."
When collecting tips, he had been observing carefully. The female customers were focused on the stage, and the wine was just for fun, and they were not picky about the taste.
As long as the basic taste is guaranteed, there will be no problem.
Civilized people can sell such bad wine.
Vincent's expression suddenly darkened: "Are you a bastard like Jack?"
"Mr. Li, even if a powerful man like you lends me ten courages, I wouldn't dare to lie to you." Martin turned into a little man full of awe at this moment: "That old bastard Jack has revealed himself under your wisdom, and my No move can be hidden from your eyes.”
Vincent was very helpful and said: "You are a bartender at the House of Beasts. Your salary is 8 dollars an hour. You are paid every two weeks. You will settle your debts at the same time."
The most important income from this kind of work is tips.
After his ability was recognized, Martin carefully tested: "I belong to the club, and the interest..."
Vincent thought for a while and said: "Only calculate the total interest, no interest compounding, you pay back another 7,000 US dollars, and the debt is settled."
Martin felt a little more at ease so he could see if there were any opportunities with the Marietta Troupe.
"Prerequisite, you have to let me see the value!" Vincent valued Martin's approach to Long Island iced tea more than his bartending ability.
Martin needed money: "When do I get to work?"
Vincent pointed at the bar: "Start now."
Martin stopped talking and entered the bar. There happened to be a customer who wanted a Bloody Mary.
This is one of the most famous cocktails with many derivative recipes. Martin took over the equipment from Bruce and used a recipe improved by Americans after 2010.
It is said to be more suitable for American tastes.
It might suit the taste buds of the female customer, so he tipped him two dollars directly.
Bruce came over and whispered: "Get approval from the boss?"
"In a civilized manner." Martin joked first, then said: "I thought you were a security guard at the club."
Bruce shook his head: "Times have changed. There is no future in fighting and killing. In order to adapt to the changes of the times, I put down the gun in my hand and learned to bartend. Not to mention me, even the boss learned to run a legal business."
When a woman came over and asked for a drink, Martin stopped talking and concentrated on his work.
In a short time, the total amount of tips exceeded US$15. The number of customers in the club was coming in and out, but the number of people could not exceed 50, which became an obstacle for him to receive more tips.
Taking advantage of his free time, Martin asked: "Is business like this every day?"
Bruce wiped the wine glass and said: "The weekend is a little better. The club has just opened and its popularity has not really spread yet."
Martin was surprised: "No advertising?"
Bruce smiled like a civilized person: "You don't know? That's right, you don't understand."
Being despised by the paper-licking maniac, Martin was not angry, but asked: "What do you mean?"
Bruce straightened his shirt and looked like a cultured man: "Georgia local regulations prohibit clubs that take off their clothes from directly advertising in the media or in public places. The boss spent money to buy recruitment notices, which is just a side effect."
Martin looked at the empty stadium in the club: "The effect is not very good?"
Bruce was very diligent and wiped the wine glasses and bottles: "The boss said that the club conducts legitimate business and must abide by laws and regulations."
Of course Martin doesn't believe this. Is loan sharking with compound interest called law-abiding? Or is it a legal venue for money laundering?
The music sounded, and the handsome men on the circular stage performed uniformly. The bar was idle, and Martin asked Bruce about the situation one after another.
Vincent Lee invested heavily in the House of Beasts, hiring gigolos with high salaries, professional choreographers from the Savannah School of the Arts, and a nightclub publicist for promotion.
Nearly a month after opening, we have a few customers, but it is far from the expected goal.
At the end of the night, Martin had left a tip of $21.
As expected, the handsome men followed the women and left, but there were more wolves than meat. Martin found a lot of flooded customers, and after leaving, he went directly to the black bar across the road.
What follows must be a battle of billions.
Martin left the club and walked towards the CMB platform, where there were many small taxi advertisements.
After walking a few dozen meters, two black men with dreadlocks in black clothes suddenly appeared in the darkness of a damaged streetlight.
They have powerful talents and hide in dark places, making it difficult to find them from a distance.
Martin did not hesitate, turned around and ran away, and two black men immediately chased him.
Bruce, who was also off duty, was walking towards Martin. He threw his open jacket behind him, touched his armpit with his right hand, took out his pistol and pointed it forward, shouting: "My cousin, get out of here!"
The black man stopped, raised his hands, and stepped back.
Martin could see clearly that both men had knives in their hands.
The black man retreated far enough before turning and running away.
Martin realized that there was a serious deviation in his understanding of Bruce, and said: "Old Bruce, I am a fucking idiot. Now I understand why you showed your gun when you were a civilized person."
Bruce put away the gun and said, "This is the guarantee of being a civilized person."
"Get a ride, $5," Martin said.
Bruce walked towards the Dodge pickup truck parked on the side of the road: "One of our own, no charge."
Martin was not polite. He got into the passenger seat and said, "I'll get you a bunch of Scarlett Johansson posters later, enough to lick for a month! You can use one to lick and soak one in bath water." "
Bruce started the car and followed the road to Marietta in the northwest: "This is a great idea. I tried it this morning and it tasted extraordinary."
Martin was completely defeated.
Bruce added: "I have a suggestion for you. You need a car and a gun."
Martin asked: "Is the gun easy to handle?"
Bruce nodded: "Georgia's gun control is not strict. It's easy to buy a gun through formal channels. I don't recommend you buy a black gun, as it will cause a lot of trouble."
He smiled honestly: "Want to buy a gun and practice shooting? I have a firearms instructor's certificate and I only charge 10 US dollars an hour. I also know the owner of a second-hand car dealer. Can you introduce me to him? Let me earn some agency fees."
Sure enough, free is the most expensive! No wonder he had to charge a fare, so Martin gave him a middle finger: "Profiteer!"
You should also buy a second-hand car so that you can run away if things go wrong.
Martin found that when his head was clear, the thing he thought about the most was running away.
Poor guy like shit, running away like shit!
