On the weekends, the Carter siblings gathered in the living room.
Elena screwed up the shaker and shook it at a steady speed.
Martin reminded of the precautions: "The time is a little longer, the wine is in full contact with the ice, and when using a martini glass, the glass must be chilled."
Elena took out the glass from the ice cubes, unscrewed the shaker, and poured in the prepared Manhattan cocktail.
In the last step, add cherries as a garnish.
Elena didn't find it: "Where are my cherries?"
On the sofa, Lily secretly hid the bowl behind her and said, "Elena, put your cherries in, Martin will like it more, if you can squeeze out the cherry juice..."
"Hall, take off your stinky socks!" Martin turned back 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 damn money, I will stick to it."
Martin's cell phone rang, and he walked aside to answer the phone, 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 stuffed his cell phone into his pocket, and when he touched the shredded paper, it turned out to be a lottery ticket stub, and asked, "Did you win the prize last time?"
Elena shook her head: "We have bad luck."
Harris came out of the room to go to the bathroom and 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 objected: "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."
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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. 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 Women's Association, we have sued the Methodist Association. There have been relevant reports in liberal newspapers. 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, 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?"
Upon hearing this, Martin knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived.
But it is not easy to cut the boss's leeks. You must first ask the boss to cut the leeks elsewhere.
"This...I think it's just two things." Martin had an idea for a long time, but he wouldn't 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'm thinking about it."
Vincent stared at Martin for a while, and when he saw him frowning and thinking hard, he sighed secretly.
Vincent knew how to mobilize people's enthusiasm, especially when it came to motivating his younger brothers before opening a club. Empty words were useless.
He said directly: "10,000 US dollars bonus."
The numbers were very tempting, but Martin was still thinking hard and said, "Boss, I'll come back to you when I think of a way."
Vincent waved his hand and asked Martin to leave.
Martin went downstairs. Ten thousand dollars was quite a lot. If he got it, he wouldn't be a pauper after failing to sell something unique.
Vincent then met several smart people in the club. Bruce, the idiot, said that posters of Hart's big ass 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 a photo of Hart's bare butt on a small advertisement for taxis and put it everywhere."
Martin asked: "The boss agreed? Did he give you a bonus? Treat me, Old Boo! I want ten girls, the best ones!"
Bruce pointed to the stage: "Let your idiot sons Hart and Carrington put on wigs and prosthetics and spend the night with 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 specifically asked Andrew and said: "Next Saturday at 10:30 p.m., Cable Channel 2."
Just in time, Hart and Carrington came out with the sportsman team to set up the stage. Bruce shouted: "Guys, the first movie our idiot movie star stars in will be broadcast next week. Don't miss it! Martin fires Shoot the birds!”
There was a booing sound from the male group.
Martin said in his heart, 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, gay men have their own professional place.
After the feminist hype, male customers have almost disappeared.
When it was busy until ten o'clock, Martin said hello to Bruce and left the club early.
He didn't 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. At this time, there are more customers coming out and fewer customers coming in. Ivan asked Golden Retriever to keep an eye on the door, came over and asked, "Are you ready to attack 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. These gangsters..."
Martin said: "Don't say some random things or get into trouble."
Ivan just laughed.
Martin kept chatting with Ivan, but his eyes were not idle. He always stared at the female customers coming out of the club and watched them leave.
Ivan would not hide his thoughts and said: "Are you looking at whether the crotches of the little brats are wet? Boss Martin, I'm not telling you, if you go up and hook your fingers, these women who are crazy about thirst will automatically follow you. I’ll even empty my wallet for you.”
Martin asked: "Don't you try?"
"When the club first opened, there were three sluts who dragged me to the hotel." Ivan looked filled with grief, anger and humiliation: "I was drugged by them and tortured from 11 o'clock to 6 o'clock in the morning. I had no food for three days. Get up! For three days! I pee and bleed!"
Martin's question was not a random question: "Are they so crazy?"
Ivan said: "Those who can come to the club are all unsatisfied sluts. The number of members of the sportsman team is limited, and the boss strictly prohibits it in the club. They start a fire and look for faucets everywhere to put out the fire. I have seen it with my own eyes, Use the car gear lever..."
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.
Opposite there is no ticket for women, they can enter for free and continue having fun.
Martin threw away the beer can, touched his pockets to make sure he had money, crossed the street and came to the door of the black bar.
