Yesterday's chaos has dispersed, Saijo Street has been cleaned up, and certain women's items that were once used as weapons have wandered into the dark alleys, where they were shot wildly by homeless people and pocketed hundreds of millions of bullets.
The sun had just set, and before it was time for the Buffalo House to open, dozens of people were already lining up in front of the club.
One after another, people came over and joined the queue.
Last night's news reports from multiple TV stations and today's print media bombardment, led by the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, have made the Beast House Gigolo Club famous.
The entire metropolitan area of Atlanta has a population of over 5 million, and among them there are many women who yearn for sexual freedom.
Just a 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.
It was close to six o'clock, preparing to open the door early, and Ivan and Golden Retriever came to the porch.
The former took out a check and stuffed it into the golden retriever: "Keep the damn check and don't buy random things. If you suck it for a long time, your brain will be damaged!"
Golden Retriever glanced at the numbers: "So many?"
Ivan said: "Idiot Martin talks about loyalty."
The golden retriever emphasized: "Boss Martin."
Ivan saw the long queue outside the door and said: "Martin does a cheap job, but it is really effective. It is much better than the useless public relations."
The two opened the door and shouted to the long line of women: "Tickets are 20 US dollars, prepare the money in advance!"
20 dollars were stuffed into their hands one by one, and the two of them grabbed a thick pile. The tickets paid for half an hour were more than they had spent the previous night.
As people in the queue entered, 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, "What a stupid pig I am. I couldn't think of such a simple solution!"
Michael had to accept a sad reality. The reputation of the House of Beasts spread throughout Atlanta, but it had nothing to do with him.
He didn't get a dollar in benefit, so he had 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.
Thinking that he had to sell cars, watches, or even his butt to pay off debts, but the bartender could receive a reward of US$10,000, Michael felt somewhat psychologically unbalanced.
But he didn't dare go to the Beast's House to make trouble. Those people were not easy to mess with.
Michael did not leave immediately, but instead observed carefully, picking up the newspaper and reading it from time to time: "If I learn how, I can make a lot of money!"
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Inside the club, Martin mixed a glass of Daiquiri and said with a smile: "Madam, your wine."
The young white woman handed over a tip: "Handsome man, do you want to dance?"
There were customers behind him, and Martin smiled apologetically: "All the artists in the club are on the stage."
There were more and more people, and soon it exceeded 200 people. Almost all the female customers who came here for entertainment were drinking. Martin and Bruce were 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 6:30, and the club is already full. The handsome boy group on the ring stage will present Soldiers and Guns choreographed by Savannah Art Institute tonight. The dance that highlights the male advantage and the exciting music make the atmosphere of the club explode. .
Countless small-denomination U.S. bills flew onto the stage.
When it comes to spending power, women are much stronger than men.
After the boy band dispersed to perform, everyone's crotches were stuffed with money.
Hart had never found it so easy to make money.
Wouldn't it be nice to be a violent thug and just lie down and make money?
Vincent stood at the door of the second-floor office, picked up the intercom, and informed Ivan at the door: "There are too many people, so don't let them in for the time being."
The nearly three hundred female customers in the club were as crazy as a lioness in heat, just shy of biting the male lion's balls.
Even the private room on the second floor dedicated to lap dances was 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 bastard 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, from now on..."
"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 bills, 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 doesn't care about such small things, the situation is under his control.
The club is always full with customers coming and going.
Late at night, when the club closed, Bruce finished counting the drinks, keeping track of the accounts, then opened a small drawer, took out a random pile of 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, civilized man, hurry up and buy a poster, enough for you to lick for a month!"
A thick stack of bills fell into his palm, and Bruce said, "Man, you are so jealous!"
Martin picked up a box and put it on the bar: "Look carefully, Old Boo! The tip I collected tonight can cover three girls!"
The box was full of scattered $1s, $2s, and occasionally $5s.
Martin continued to attack the poor civilized people: "Let me tell you a terrible fact, I want a girl tonight, I don't need to spend money, they will pay for me!"
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 from the other side of the stage. Hart ran onto the ring stage wearing an extra-large trousers. The crotch of his trousers was stuffed with banknotes, and the banknotes fell all the way as he ran.
He ran to the center of the stage, grabbed two handfuls of money from his crotch, and threw them into the sky. Green dollars fell like rain.
Hart stretched out his arms, bathed in the rain of money, and shouted excitedly: "Smash me to death!"
A few more idiots from the stylish boy band ran onto the stage and threw money around like crazy. Money rained down one after another.
They went on and off the stage, went in and out of private rooms, and even the money they collected were small denominations, at least a few hundred dollars.
The banknote hit Hart on the head, and Hart fell down with a thud and could not get up.
tired.
painful.
My brother is congested and can’t hold on anymore...
Hart squirmed like a maggot, raised his head and looked at Martin: "Please let me call you daddy!"
"Get out!" Martin cruelly refused: "Martin's father only wants a daughter, not a son! Let alone a stupid son!"
He smiled and said: "Trash, go exercise your endurance. When the rich woman comes, you won't be able to seize the opportunity."
Hart lamented: "You can't do this, men and women must be equal! Men and women must be equal! Martin Davis, you bastard who discriminates against men!"
Martin saw Ivan and Golden Retriever coming over and said, "I'm holding a backyard party at home on Wednesday, and I'm sure there will be pretty girls."
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 saying a few more 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 and said: "Continue to use your intelligence. As long as it is beneficial to the club, I will never be stingy with rewards."
Martin said: "Boss, let's hold on to the ATL Women's Club now to stabilize the customer flow."
Vincent nodded: "Leave it to you."
When Martin went downstairs, he felt relaxed, and the loan shark was completely solved.
