America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 19 The Club Explodes

Yesterday's chaos was over, Nishijo Street was cleaned up, and its former order was restored.

The sun had just set and it was not yet time for Beast House to open, but there was already a line of dozens of people in front of the club.

More and more people came and joined the queue.

News reports from multiple TV stations last night and today's print media bombardment led by the Atlanta Constitution have made the Beast House gigolo club famous.

With a population of over 500 million in the entire Atlanta metropolitan area, there is no shortage of potential customers for Beast House.

Just a tiny portion of it would be enough to burst the beast's home.

The line was long, and there were curious passers-by joining in the fun.

It was almost six o'clock, and Ivan and Golden Retriever came to the porch to prepare to open the door early.

The former took out a check and stuffed it into the golden retriever's pocket: "Keep the damn check and don't buy any of that crap."

The golden retriever looked at the number and asked, "So many?"

Ivan said, "Idiot Martin is loyal."

The golden retriever emphasized: "Boss Martin."

Ivan saw the long line outside the door and said, "Martin's work is cheap, but it's really effective. It's much better than the crap PR."

The two opened the door and shouted to the long line of female customers: "Tickets are $20, prepare the money in advance!"

Twenty-dollar bills were stuffed into their hands one by one, and the two of them had a thick stack of money. The ticket money for half an hour was more than what they had earned the whole night before.

People in the line went in, but the long line didn't get shorter, but got longer instead.

Ivan was sure that the prize money would explode this week.

A car drove up from a distance and stopped at the end of the line.

Michael, who had a ponytail, looked at the long queue, then read the newspaper report about the Beast House Club, slapped his forehead and said, "I am such an idiot. I couldn't even think of such a simple solution!"

Michael had to accept a sad reality: the fame of Beast House spread throughout Atlanta, but it had nothing to do with him.

He didn't get a single dollar of benefit, and he had to raise money as quickly as possible to make up for the $1 deficit.

This morning, Vincent sent someone to ask him for it.

Michael felt a little unbalanced when he thought that he had to sell his car and watch to pay off his debts, but the bartender could get a reward of $1.

But he didn't dare go to the Beast's House to cause trouble, because that group of people were not easy to deal with.

Michael did not leave immediately, but observed carefully, picking up the newspaper from time to time and reading: "If I learn it, I can also make a lot of money!"

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Inside the club, Martin mixed a glass of Daiquiri and said with a smile, "Ma'am, your drink."

The female customer handed over the tip: "The wine is good, you are not a dancer?"

There were still customers in the back, and Martin gave an apologetic smile: "The artists in the club are on the stage."

More and more people came, and soon there were more than 200 people. Almost all the female customers who came here to have fun were drinking, so Martin and Bruce were very busy.

Martin received the tip but had no time to sort it out, so he just threw it into a box under the bar.

A little after 6:30, the club was already packed, and the handsome men's group on the circular stage presented an American soldier choreographed by the Savannah Academy of the Arts tonight.

Countless small-denomination U.S. dollar bills flew onto the stage.

When it comes to spending power, women are much stronger than men.

Hart never found it easy to make money.

Vincent stood at the door of the office on the second floor, picked up the intercom, and informed Ivan at the door: "There are too many people, don't let any more in for the time being."

The club was packed with customers.

Even the private rooms on the second floor were full.

Vincent raised his cowboy hat. If there were enough customers, there would be more possibilities in the club's accounts.

He turned his gaze towards the bar and saw Martin Davis.

Unexpectedly, that old bastard Jack Davis actually had such an outstanding son. Vincent waved his hand and called the accountant Dana: "Waste Martin Davis' debt and prepare a check for another $5000."

Dana was skeptical: "It's just the first night, then..."

"You don't understand." Vincent interrupted her: "He has a lot of 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 money, and added, "Let's prepare the rewards for others."

Martin gave him a list this morning. In addition to the people in the club, there were two other people involved in this matter.

Vincent didn't care about such trivial matters; the situation was under his control.

The club is always packed with customers coming in and out.

Late at night, the club closed. Bruce counted the drinks, kept track of the accounts, opened a small drawer, grabbed out the randomly piled banknotes, and counted them one by one.

"This is the first time I've received such a big tip." The silly smile on his face almost penetrated into his bones: "44 dollars."

Martin flexed his arms. "Congratulations, you civilized man. Enough for you to buy a bunch of autographed photos."

A thick stack of bills fell into his palm, and Bruce said, "Man, you are so envious!"

Martin picked up a box and put it on the bar. "Look carefully, Old Bull! The tips I received tonight are several times more than yours."

The box was filled with scattered $1s, $2s, and the occasional $5.

Martin continues to hammer home the poor civilized man: “I tell you the horrible truth. I’m going to be richer than you very soon.”

Bruce was about to vomit blood, and launched a sharp counterattack: "Besides your good looks, what else do you have? Your stomach is full of scheming junk!"

Martin quickly counted the banknotes: "Without my calculations, would you have had a tip tonight?"

As he was speaking, there was a sound of ghostly howling from the other side of the stage, and Hart ran onto the stage with a large pile of banknotes, which fell along the way as he ran.

He ran to the center of the stage, fistfulled his hands with banknotes and threw them into the air. 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 members of the handsome boy group ran onto the stage and threw money like crazy, and bills fell like rain.

The banknote hit Hart's head, and Hart fell to the ground with a thud and couldn't get up.

tired.

Hart squirmed like a maggot, raised his green hair, and looked at Martin: "Please let me call you daddy!"

"Get lost!" Martin refused cruelly: "I don't want a stupid son!"

Hart cried out: "You can't do this, there must be equality between men and women! Equality between men and women! Martin Davis, you bastard!"

Martin saw Ivan and Golden Retriever coming over and said, "I'm having a backyard party at home on Wednesday."

Vincent came out of the second-floor office and called down, "Martin."

Martin went upstairs and entered the office: "Boss?"

Vincent pushed a check and an IOU to him across the desk: "I have already crossed out your $7000 debt. This is a $5000 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 hiring fee Martin wants for Elena and Monica.

Martin took it and politely invited Vincent to the party.

Vincent declined and said, "Keep using your intelligence and talent. As long as it is beneficial to the club, I will never be stingy with rewards."

Martin said: "Boss, we are now holding on to the ATL Freedom Club to stabilize the flow of guests."

Vincent nodded: "Leave it to you."

Martin went downstairs feeling relieved, the loan sharking problem was completely solved.

(End of this chapter)