"Man, $15 to get in."
Ivan and Golden Retriever stood guard at the door of the club, charging money to let men in. Every time they collected money, they said: "It is strictly forbidden to mess around in the club. Whatever you want, go out and find a place."
Scott was waiting in the queue, very impatient, and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, we know! Damn it, I will definitely bring one out so that you can only watch it!"
Those who paid the money couldn't wait to get in. The atmosphere in the hot club was so exciting that it was about to explode.
Not only does it cost the ticket, but you also need to buy someone a drink when trying to strike up a conversation, which is another expense.
Martin no longer mixes cocktails, there are too many people, and he sells beer with Bruce. Many male customers tip very generously to show their generosity.
Scott came in and was looking for a target when he saw Martin behind the bar.
The "enemies" were extremely jealous when they met.
Thinking of his wife who had been fucked for free by the old bastard Jack Davis, Scott immediately went to find her: "Idiot, you work here!"
Martin glanced at him: "I'm very busy, you can do whatever you want."
Scott's brain circuit was different from that of ordinary people. He immediately raised his voice and yelled: "Idiot Martin's father seduced my wife and ran away. He took drugs every day and refused to pay..."
The men and women around him looked at Scott as if they were seeing aliens.
Taking Elena into consideration, Martin took a glass of beer and placed it in front of Scott: "My treat."
Scott took it and took a big sip: "This is pretty much it."
Then, gone.
All that said, just to mix in a free glass of wine.
Bruce took the time to come over and said, "Is your dad a bigger bastard than you?"
Martin was quite helpless and said for the Nth time: "Jack is the most talented person in Atlanta."
Bruce was curious: "I really want to meet your dad and see how powerful he is."
Martin chatted to death with one sentence: "He doesn't know how to lick posters, and he doesn't know how to drink bathwater from Scarlett Johansson's posters."
Bruce fired back: "I wish you could only conquer the earth for the rest of your life!"
Martin was shameless: "You are so jealous! Because I am the only man in the world who has the ability to conquer the earth!"
Bruce didn't want to speak. This bastard's face could definitely stop a bullet.
In the club, the men and women who had successfully hooked up with each other quickly left, and a large number of people came in. The long queue at the door gradually shortened.
Ivan picked up the walkie-talkie: "Boss, send someone over to get the money."
Dana quickly brought two people over and took away the two bags that were about to burst, leaving Ivan and Jin Mao with two new bags.
There was a lot of cash and it was getting late, so she left a person behind to guard the door with a gun.
Across the street, twenty black guys stood on the side of the road, watching helplessly as pairs of dogs and men left intimately, feeling inexplicably agitated all over their bodies.
Fred swallowed, pointed to the other side of the road, and said to his companion: "That guy, and that guy, and the afro, they didn't even go in for five minutes, and they brought the woman out."
"It seems... easy?" My companion's voice was a bit high.
Another person said: "Shall we go there too?"
Fred pointed at the golden retriever: "Just like us, we charge admission fees. Do you have money?"
No one said anything. Twenty of them could probably scrape together $20.
But seeing men constantly bringing women out across the street, especially the losers who came out of the black bar and entered the Beast's House, were able to pick up girls, Fred and his friends seemed to have their emotions ignited.
What to do if you have no money? They don't make money, but they have a glorious tradition.
Fred turned back and looked at the door of the black bar. Because fewer people were entering, there was only one Latin guy left collecting money.
The Latin boy had a wallet wrapped around his waist and a stack of five dollars in his hand.
Fred noticed that several of his companions were looking over there and whispered: "Let's do it?"
"Do it!" That's what they grew up with: "The old way."
Fred nodded and was the first to go to the Latin boy: "Hey, man, do you have any cigarettes? Give me a cigarette."
The Latin boy knew that this was the boss's new recruit. He took two steps forward and reached for a cigarette: "Next time, I will bring it myself."
The three black men moved around to the other side of the Latin boy very skillfully. Just when the Latin boy noticed it and turned around to look, a brick hit him on the head.
Fred grabbed the money, and the other two took off their wallets. Seeing that the Latin boy was unconscious and throwing it somewhere out of the way by the wall, they ran towards the other side of the road together.
The others all followed.
They have no concept of the future or the future in their heads, they just want to enjoy the crotch.
The music was loud in the black bar, and no one paid attention to the door. From the perspective of the people in the bar, there was not one person outside, but 21 people. Even if there was a robbery, the advantage was mine.
As for passers-by, who cares about black people robbing people?
There were not many people queuing up at the Beast House. Fred and the others paid $300 for tickets and entered the club.
There are many women who don't care about black and white.
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In the black bar, Boyette stood by the second-story fence and realized that something was not right.
"Have you noticed that the customer flow has decreased tonight?" He looked at the door of the bar: "The sluts from the opposite side haven't come over either? Also, there are a lot of people leaving?"
Diego frowned: "The sluts from across the street should have come in large numbers long ago."
Boyette lowered his head and looked down: "The passenger flow is 30% less than normal!"
He waved to the bartender below and asked someone to come up.
The bartender ran up all the way: "Boss?"
Boyette asked: "Why is there so little traffic today?"
"There used to be a lot of people, almost the same as before." The bartender heard many customers talking at the bar: "I heard them say that the Beast House across the way started to let male customers in at ten o'clock, and all the people who left went there."
Diego reacted quickly: "No wonder the people on the other side didn't come." He patted the fence: "Who the hell thought of this method? He is definitely an old pervert, and he understands the pervert's thoughts very well!"
Boyet quickly came to the window facing the street, opened the curtains and looked across. There were not many men lining up in front of the Beast House, but pairs of men and women kept coming out of it.
It doesn’t matter if the business across the street is good, why are you trying to steal your own customers?
Boyet was a little excited: "Which pervert thought of such an idiotic method, I will cut off his kidneys and my brother!"
The two people hurriedly came up from downstairs. The Latin boy behind him covered his head with one hand, and his face was covered with blood.
Boyet was angry: "What happened again?"
The Latin boy held on to the guardrail and said, "Boss, those twenty pieces of shit robbed us of our money! We even took our wallets away!"
"What?" Boyette put his hand into his crotch.
Diego quickly held down Boyet's hand to prevent him from taking out his gun and venting his anger: "Where are they?"
The Latin boy said: "I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up they were gone."
Diego held Poyet steady: "Calm down! Calm down! Let's find out where they went first."
Boyette took out his hand, smelled the smell in his crotch, and became more awake: "Ignore the other side for now, find those twenty pieces of shit for me!"
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In the House of Beasts, as soon as twenty strong and hungry black guys came in, Martin noticed them and immediately stabbed Bruce.
Bruce handed the wine bottle in his hand to Martin, turned back to the wine cabinet, and picked up the intercom: "Tom, keep an eye on those old black men. Don't mess around unless they cause trouble."
He then asked at the door: "Ivan, what's going on with those old gangsters?"
"They paid the money, and I asked the boss for permission, and the boss let him in." Ivan actually wanted to stop him, but the boss gave him permission.
Bruce also knew that if he opened his business, he would have to stop him from entering. Then he would cause trouble with racial discrimination, which would be very complicated.
The gangsters were not causing any trouble and had been trying to hook up with women. The leader among them even came over and asked for a beer.
Not long after, several women left with this group of black men.
Martin chatted with Lao Hei who asked for beer, and said to Bruce: "He's from South City, helping out at the black bar across the road."
Bruce asked: "On the other side? What do they want to do?"
When he got off work in the evening, Golden Retriever brought the latest news. The people in the black bar were looking for those old black men.
"It is said that the bar owner Boyette specially brought her here from the slums of Nancheng to seduce our female customers. As a result, those old gangsters couldn't control their pants and robbed the bar of money and came to our place to spend money."
Martin was deeply impressed: "If you want to talk about sass, it's the old gangsters who are sass."
But Bruce told the bar security: "Pay attention to the other side, they dare to cause trouble, you understand."
