America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 11 Learning to be a civilized person

Bright skylight brings warmth and a sense of security.

Martin ran at a steady pace around the Clayton community. After his leg injury healed, he began to exercise systematically. If a poor guy wanted to make a name for himself, he had to have a good body.

A shutter door opened, and Scott Carter came out of the grocery store with seaweed in his mouth and a bottle of wine in his hand. He spit out the seaweed that was left on his butt and shouted at Martin, "Idiot, aren't you tired? You should learn to enjoy yourself!"

Martin didn't bother to pay attention to him and just gave him the middle finger.

Why do we exercise? Of course, it is for future enjoyment.

After going back and taking a quick shower, Martin went to Carter's house next door for breakfast.

Lily and Hall packed their bags and prepared to go to school.

Elena brought a fried egg sandwich, and Martin ate while asking Harris, who was flipping through a book, "Not going to school?"

Harris said: "I am preparing to apply for college, and it is more efficient to review at home than to go to a public high school."

"Good luck." Martin finished his breakfast, took out the tip he got last night from his pocket and threw it to Elena: "My food money."

Elena was surprised: "Idiot, are you crazy? Was your head hit by a nigger?"

Martin drank his milk without looking up: "I found a new job, working as a bartender at the Beast House."

Lily suddenly interrupted: "Why not a gigolo? I'm saving money..."

With two bangs, Elena suppressed them with iron fists. Lily and Hall covered their noses and became obedient.

Martin finished his milk and said to Elena, "I'm planning to buy a used car. Want to come with me?"

Elena picked up a chastity ring and put it on the ring finger of her left hand: "I went to the Methodist church to help out this morning. The Methodist Association recently joined forces with the Atlanta Methodist Church to promote neo-conservatism. The free lunch they provided was very sumptuous."

Martin heard the name for the first time: "Methodist Society?"

Elena explained simply: "Conservative organizations have the same origin as the Methodist churches that claim to follow the rules, and their ideas are just as fucking conservative!"

Martin understood: "So you put the ring on it?"

Elena said: "I will trust whoever provides more free food."

Lily was about to interrupt again, but Martin was prepared: "If you don't want to be beaten into a pig's head, shut up."

Elena asked, "You found a new job, shall we have a party to celebrate?"

"When I'm done with this, call your friends and open it in my backyard." Martin pointed to the rented house and said, "Recently, I've always felt that James is not very peaceful lying down there. If we call more people to dance on James' head, he will feel at ease when he sees that we are living a happy life."

Elena nodded: "I'll ask Monica and the others to come over."

Martin called Bruce and met him in the south of the community. The two had made an appointment to go see the car together yesterday.

Vincent Lee's family is involved in many businesses, including a used car dealership. Bruce is Vincent's confidant and can get a commission for introducing business to the car dealership.

Among the several cars recommended by the salesperson and Bruce, Martin chose a Ford, which cost $4500 and of course had to be paid in installments.

No matter how cheap it is, he is worried that it will break down on the way.

After paying a down payment of $900 and completing the formalities, the two went to the gun store.

Martin has no bad record and must have bought legal guns.

The gun shop sells second-hand guns, including a Glock 17 that is % new, from a treasure hunter in Tao Warehouse.

Bruce dismantled it and examined it carefully, then suggested that Martin buy it.

The pistol, two magazines, holster, gun oil, and 100 rounds of ammunition cost a total of $380.

Georgia has a loose gun control system, and the application process for a handgun license is very fast. According to the owner of the gun store, the state government has even discussed a bill that allows people to carry handguns without a license or a concealed object. After entering the small shooting range that comes with the gun store, Martin took out two $5 bills and stuffed them into Bruce's pockets.

Bruce put it away and said with a silly smile, "I'm yours before you go to work tonight."

Martin reminded him, "My friend, you are a civilized person, so I have to be a civilized person too and not say anything that could be misunderstood."

Bruce removed the magazine and asked, "Have you used a gun?"

Martin shrugged. "Only prop guns and toy guns."

Bruce started by teaching how to turn the safety on and off and load the bullet, while reminding Martin: "Don't forget the poster you promised."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Martin loaded bullets into the empty magazine.

Bruce took the money and taught very seriously, and Martin also learned very seriously.

It is not only a survival skill, but can also be used to fight for roles.

When Professor Bruce taught shooting, he first explained the key points of the action and then demonstrated it himself. His movements were swift and his shooting skills were excellent. Every shot hit the target ten meters away.

Martin put on earplugs and fired several magazines one after another. At least he knew how to shoot a pistol.

As for the shooting skills, that is not the case at the moment.

"Since you've made me money, here are some advice." Bruce pulled a chair over and sat down, saying, "When you encounter black scum from the South, like last night, don't hesitate to show your guns. It can ensure that we continue to be civilized people."

Martin decided to buy a gun and a car because of what happened last night, and he immediately responded: "I will learn from you to be a civilized person."

Bruce added: "If you encounter a police raid, if you haven't committed a serious crime, you must do what the police say. Don't even think about touching the gun. You, a rubbish rookie, will be emptied of bullets."

Martin has seen too many videos of this and said, "I won't give them a chance."

Bruce added the final point: "You are a rookie and can't scare people. If the other party still has a gun, quickly find a way to run away."

Martin smiled and said, "I will run away in a hurry, and then call you, an old bird, to get back at me."

Bruce sighed, "Now is the era of civilized people. When I just left the army, I dared to hold an AR and shoot at people from other gangs. I was so stupid back then. I didn't understand that my life was my own."

Martin asked, "Served in the military?"

"It happened in the 1990s, when I was stationed in England," Bruce said. "I was forced to leave the army."

Martin was a little curious and asked, "Why? If it's inconvenient, just pretend I didn't ask."

Bruce smiled innocently: "A British soldier lost a bet with me, but he refused to pay the bet. Don't the British call themselves civilized gentlemen? I used a civilized way to collect the debt."

Martin exclaimed: "Can I comment? You did a great job!

Bruce asked, "You think that's civilized, too?"

Martin clenched his fist and bumped it with Bruce: "If there is such an opportunity again, call me!"

Bruce is a talented person, and it won't hurt to have a good relationship with him.

In the next two days, Martin practiced shooting for an hour during the day, read job information in the newspaper, looking for suitable opportunities, and went to work at the club at night.

He pockets around $20 in tips every night, a figure that can easily double if there are more patrons at the club.

But the number of customers at the House of the Beast at any one time rarely exceeded 50.

On Wednesday afternoon, Martin received a notice from the Marietta Theater and went to the Midtown Arts Theater on Thursday to await selection by the crew.

(End of this chapter)