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Chapter 17 See you next time, sir
"Beatrice, are you sure you want to go out with this guy? Are you sure? If you feel threatened, just tell me and I can help you solve it. The club hired us to solve problems like this." A bodyguard walked into the backstage dressing room and asked Melonie, who had already changed her clothes.

This newly arrived part-time dancer just sat in the champagne box with the boy for fifteen minutes before coming out to say that she was going to call it a day and leave, which made everyone in the club a little surprised.

The club doesn't actually have any hard restrictions on part-time dancers like Melonie. Only strippers who have signed formal performance contracts with the club have specific performance time requirements. So if Melonie asks to call it a day, the club theoretically has no right to stop her, nor will it interfere. They are just worried that Melonie might get into trouble.

After all, it's not the busiest time of the night yet. A pretty woman like Melonie might be able to earn one or two hundred dollars in a private room or champagne box after nightfall.

But now, out of the fifty dollars for the champagne box, after deducting the club's share and tips from the backstage staff, Melanie only got fifteen dollars.

He was leaving after making only fifteen dollars, and the most likely possibility was that something went wrong during the fifteen-minute champagne box performance.

The most likely possibility is that the white guy who looked too young learned that Beatrice was new and lacked experience in dealing with guests, so he intimidated or deceived Beatrice and took her to a motel to get a room?
"No, Big Pete, thank you, I'm fine, not threatened." Melanie took off her gaudy high heels, put on her own flat shoes, stood up from her seat and said to the club bodyguard.

Seeing that Melonie insisted on leaving, the bodyguard could only shrug and make way for the door. "Guests come to the club for entertainment. There are many rules. The same applies to the girls in the club. That is, never believe the sweet words of those guys. Making money is the first priority."

"I will." Melonie stepped out of the dressing room.

At the same time, Will Kendrick asked Tommy Hawke in shock: "Kid, fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes and she agreed to leave here with you? You know it's immoral, right?"

"I know." Tommy stood at the bar and hooked his finger at the bartender, indicating two drinks.

Will Kendrick got Tommy's answer and nodded with satisfaction. Then he continued to ask, "What I want to say is that it would be even more unethical if you didn't share the method with your friends."

Tommy turned around and took the two glasses of whiskey handed to him by the bartender, handed one to Will Kendrick, and said with a smile: "If I have a way, of course I will share it with you, just like this glass of wine."

"Well, now I can only force myself to accept the most unlikely reason. Your charm is too outstanding." Will Kendrick took the wine glass and said with a smile: "Seeing you now, full of energy and ready to take the woman away, reminds me of my youth."

"Here's to the years." Tommy raised his glass.

Will Kendrick raised his glass and clinked it with Tommy's, and said with a sigh: "To youth."

"Could you please leave me your contact information, Mr. Kendrick? I'm going to your factory to buy some cheap goods." Tommy drank the wine in one gulp and then spoke.

"Oh~" Will Kendrick rolled his eyes at Tommy in frustration. "Boy, you are the most boring guy I have ever seen. I was just immersed in the memories and couldn't extricate myself. Your words shattered my mood. I have already said that it is not a retail convenience store. The minimum purchase is 100 boxes. I am just a maintenance engineer, not the person in charge of the factory. Just because you and I had a few drinks together in the strip club, the factory can't sell you a few cartons of cheap cigarettes."

"I'm going to buy a hundred boxes."

"Tommy, I..." Will Kendrick was impatient to end this meaningless conversation, but suddenly froze and looked at Tommy: "Sorry, kid, what did you just say?" Tommy looked at Will Kendrick, nodded affirmatively and said: "I plan to buy 100 boxes."

After a long pause of more than ten seconds, Will Kendrick spoke again: "If you are not kidding me, I think I have figured out now that you can take girls out for fun not by your charm, but by money."

"In my opinion, personal charm includes personal money." Tommy laughed.

Will Kendrick asked the bartender for a pen and paper, then wrote a string of numbers on it: "This is the number of the processing plant's maritime satellite phone. I called it and they said it was introduced by Will in Miami. Although there is no discount, at least I don't have to wait in line too long for loading."

"Thank you, Mr. Kendrick." Tommy Hawke thanked the other party after taking the number handed over.

"But you'd better think it through. It's fine if you buy cigarettes, but if you want to sell them, without paying taxes and without cigarette licenses, you'll be caught. It is said that the tax department has already caught many cigarette dealers in New York and Boston." Will Kendrick said with a serious expression: "The processing factories don't care how many cigarettes are confiscated from the dealers, because they have already paid for them."

"I will keep your advice in mind, Mr. Kendrick." Tommy put away the paper and thanked him sincerely again: "Thank you, I will not do anything that violates American law. My mother taught me that."

At this time, Melonie had changed into casual clothes and walked out. Will Kendrick saw Melonie, then sighed depressedly, lowered his voice and said in Tommy's ear: "This kind of woman is a little too mature for you, but she is a perfect match for me. I really wish she had gone to my curtain room just now. Boy, she is very beautiful, you are very lucky."

"My greatest luck is walking into this club this afternoon and meeting you, Mr. Kendrick." Tommy Hawke said to Will Kendrick, "If you have a long enough vacation, you are welcome to come to Warwick. Although there is no strip club there, I can introduce my aunt to you. Maybe we can have a barbecue together, or go out on the sea to enjoy the breeze."

"I'm not interested in old country women, and in my heart the sea here will never compare to the sea in my hometown Miami. Boy, if I have time, I will still choose to show my charm to women in the bars around here." Will Kendrick waved his hand, taking Tommy's words as a mockery of his own lust.

Tommy Hawke nodded in understanding: "OK, see you next time, sir. I hope that rejecting my actions will prevent you from regretting it."

"Never, see you next time," said Will Kendrick.

Tommy Hawke walked towards Melonie who was waiting at the door, and whispered in a voice that Will Kendrick could just hear: "Aunt, let's go."

These words petrified Will Kendrick instantly.

By the time he reacted and ran out of the club, Tommy and Melonie were no longer on the street. He turned around in frustration and wanted to walk back to the club.

The burly club bodyguard stood in front of the front desk and looked at him expressionlessly: "Sir, please pay the three yuan for the ticket."

(End of this chapter)