What happens when a bartender temporarily takes on the job of a club manager?
Martin would tell anyone who asked him that if he wasn't crazy, he would be old!
In the club staff rest area, Martin received a text message from Elena and opened the locker room door and entered.
The handsome men headed by Hart were changing into T-pants and sailor uniforms, and the man looked at them in disgust.
Martin banged the door and shouted: "Big stars, are you ready? Let me tell you good news. A group of young men in their 20s are here tonight. If you behave well, you can eat fresh food." Pearl shells, not smelly mud clams!"
Hart asked: "Pretty and sexy?"
Martin straightened his back: "Did you see that? The group of young guys I saw five minutes ago are still excited now, and I wish I could bring some of them over."
Another gigolo, Carrington, blew the hooligan whistle and said, "Man, be moral and don't put beer bottles in your crotch."
Martin said seriously: "You can doubt my character, but you should not doubt my brother! Carrington, you are finished, I swear, you can only eat sixty-year-old mud clams tonight!"
The others laughed.
Martin raised his voice again: "Guys, you have practiced dancing for so long, and tonight you will use all your strength to show those young boys what Popeye is! If any young boys go out with dry pants, don't It's my fault for letting Bruce tell everyone in Saijo Street that the boy band at Beast House is a bunch of wimps."
Hart smiled and said: "Don't worry, we won't give you a chance. Man, we are waiting for you to join the sportsman team and we will train you well."
Martin raised his middle finger behind his head, strode out, walked around the backstage, entered the hall, and found Monica at the bar.
She is Elena's best friend, a busty Latin girl.
Martin asked: "How was it?"
Monica quickly said: "With such a good free opportunity, they will go crazy. You should consider how to restrict them. Some of them will go crazy and even take off their clothes and run to the stage to catch men."
Martin glanced at the quartz clock behind the bar and said, "In ten minutes, they can go crazy."
Before Monica left, she blew a kiss to Bruce.
Martin noticed Bruce staring at Monica's back and said, "Big and curvy, right?"
"I am a civilized person." Bruce picked up a glass of cold beer, drank it down, and reminded: "These young girls are crazy and have no control."
Martin smiled: "I never wanted to control, I just wanted to make them crazy."
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Ten minutes later, Elena and Jennifer bought two tickets and entered the House of Beasts together.
Seeing Elena, Martin notified the men's team to come on stage. With the loud music, the well-built Popeye performed a T-shaped spinach dance for all the women in the audience.
The whole audience immediately became excited.
Especially the girls at the bottom who get in for free and drink, they are all crazy.
Usually they are reluctant to spend money to come to such a place.
Jennifer found many young girls running to the edge of the stage, pulling out their underwear and throwing them on it as the handsome men teased them.
There are also those housewives who are about the same age as her. They are not much better. They forget their family responsibilities and their place in the family. They use money to stuff men's pants and touch them when they get the chance.
Dissolute, decadent, and chaotic, Atlanta's social atmosphere is slipping into the abyss.
Jennifer and her like-minded friends have been trying to hold on and not let it slide.
The moral problems in American society are getting more and more serious.
After staying for less than half an hour, Jennifer said to Elena: "Let's go."
Elena followed her out of the Beast House.
Jennifer said: "You go back first, I have something to go to the Atlanta headquarters."
Elena nodded and waited for Jennifer to drive away and get into Martin's Ford.
Not long after, Martin came out of the club and got into the car.
"She was so angry that she went to headquarters," Elena said.
Martin patted Elena on the shoulder: "Keep in touch with her."
It was a crazy night, with many young guys leaving the club wearing wet pants and losing their underwear, along with the sportsmen.
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On Saturday afternoon, Martin was practicing facial muscle control in front of the mirror at home when he suddenly received a call from Ivan. People began to gather opposite the club.
Martin picked up the car keys and left, first asking Elena, then notifying Bruce and the little golden retriever.
Arriving at Saijo Street, Martin found that white women of various ages were coming one after another along both sides of the road and converging on the spacious sidewalk opposite the club. Many of them were carrying posters and slogans in their hands.
Core members of the Methodist Association like Jennifer are experienced in holding protest marches.
Under their command, all slogans and banners were put up to protest against the fact that the House of Beasts has corrupted social morals and caused family divisions.
Of course, the Methodist Church fully advocates that sex and reproduction must comply with the will of the family.
There were no particularly chaotic sounds or overly drastic actions. The Methodist Church temporarily expressed its protest by standing silently.
Within ten minutes, the number of protesters exceeded 100.
There were too many people, and some of them inevitably blocked the black bar.
On the porch of the Beast House, Martin took off his coat, threw it on a chair, and asked, "How's it going?"
Bruce stretched out his head to take a look and said, "There are still people coming. I estimate there will be 200 people."
"Whose cell phone has a call recording function?" Martin asked.
Ivan said: "I have mine, and so do Golden Retriever, Hart and Carrington."
Martin made a quick decision: "Brother, find all the hotline numbers we have collected, call the media reporters, and tell them there is big news here."
He thought for a while: "The conservative Methodist Association alone is not powerful enough, let's say that the liberal ATL Women's Association has formed a confrontation with the Methodist Association because of the House of Beasts!"
Bruce nodded.
Martin emphasized: "The recording must be turned on during the call. No one can owe our informants any rewards!"
Ivan was so shocked that his eyes became cross-eyed, as if he saw a lot of money: "I would like to call you Boss Martin!"
Bruce grabbed Martin's shoulders: "Those reporters should lick your ass." He reminded: "The ATL Women's Association is not here, and there is no reward for fake news."
Martin took out his mobile phone and said: "Old civilized people, you underestimate the civilized people of the new era."
He found Fat Andrew's phone number from his address book and dialed it. The call was quickly answered: "Mr. Andrew, it's me, Martin. I discovered a situation on Saijo Street, so I made this call."
"That's right, the Methodist Association is marching on Saijo Street, promoting their bullshit ideas against women, and also attacking the club where I work. We are a liberal club and provide services specifically for women... The Bullshit Methodist Church is suppressing Women enjoy the freedom of nightlife!”
Martin got a response from the other side and hung up the phone. Just as Bruce came back, he said, "If nothing else, the ATL Women's Association will send someone over soon, and we need to make some preparations."
On the other side, Andrew felt that the opportunity was rare and quickly informed the boss's assistant Ella.
Both sides are grassroots social organizations that support Donkey Elephant. I will oppose whatever you agree with. The ATL Women's Association will immediately go through the formalities and organize people to go there.
The two sides had just had a big quarrel in front of the State House, with old and new grudges.
