America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 27 What is easily obtained is not worthwhile
On weekends, the Carters gather in the living room.

Elena tightened the cocktail shaker and shook it at a steady speed.

Martin reminded: "It takes a little longer, so that the wine and ice cubes are fully in contact. When using a martini glass, the glass must be chilled."

Elena took the glass from the ice, unscrewed the cocktail shaker, and poured in the prepared Manhattan cocktail.

Finally, add cherries as garnish.

Elena couldn't find it: "Where's my cherry?"

On the sofa, Lily secretly hid the bowl behind her and said, "Elena, I accidentally ate all the cherries. Don't you have some left?"

"Hall, take off your stinky socks!" Martin turned around and said, "Stuff 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, “The Manhattan is known as the queen of cocktails. It is relatively simple to mix. There are multiple versions. The taste is determined by the base liquor. You should practice more.”

Elena nodded, "For the damn money, I'll stick with it."

Martin's cell phone rang, and he walked aside to answer it. It was Vincent calling, 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 remember the recipe you wrote down first."

Martin put his phone in his pocket and touched a ball of paper, which turned out to be a lottery ticket. He asked, "Did you win the lottery last time?"

Elena shook her head, "We're out of luck."

Harris came out of the room to use the restroom. Seeing the bottles and utensils in the living room, he stopped and said, "My injury is 50% healed. I can go out and make money."

Elena rejected it: "You should heal your wounds first, and keep the money you earned last time. Also, watch your mouth and don't let Scott know."

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The club was deserted during the day, so when Martin arrived, he went straight to the second floor and came to Vincent's office.

Vincent raised the brim of his cowboy hat, his hooked nose facing the door: "Sit anywhere."

Martin sat on the single sofa and asked, "Boss?"

Vincent said: "The club's customer flow and income have been relatively stable recently. You've done a good job."

The word "stable" is not necessarily a positive word. Martin thought for a moment and said, "With the help of the ATL Liberal Association, we have sued the Methodist Association. There have been related reports in liberal newspapers. The current customer flow can be maintained for a long time."

Vincent ignored what Martin said and asked, "Do you have any new ideas for business?"

Martin told the truth: "Boss, I don't understand business."

Needless to say, he spent most of his time in his previous life drifting.

Vincent nodded slightly: "I want to increase the club's performance by another one third. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Martin knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had come.

But it is not easy to reap the benefits of the boss. First, you have to let the boss reap the benefits from somewhere else.

"This... I think, there are only two aspects." Martin had an idea long ago, but he would not say it, because things that are easily obtained are not valuable. He talked about it in general terms: "Increasing ticket revenue from passenger flow and increasing club merchandise revenue."

In fact, he had considered both aspects, especially the latter, which was very suitable for the unique taste of free women.

Vincent was a little disappointed, but thinking of the commotion Martin had caused last time, he asked, "Haven't you considered this before?"

"I've been busy suing the Methodist Association," Martin said. "I'll think it over."

Vincent stared at Martin for a while, and seeing him frowning in thought, he sighed secretly.

Vincent still knows how to motivate people, especially to inspire the enthusiasm of his younger brothers before opening a club. Empty words are useless.

He said directly: "$1 bonus."

The numbers were very tempting, but Martin was still thinking hard and said, "Boss, I'll come to you again when I think of a solution." Vincent waved his hand and let Martin leave.

Martin went downstairs. $1 was a lot of money. If he got it, he wouldn't become a pauper due to the failure of his unique product sales.

Vincent then met with several smart people in the club. Bruce, the idiot, suggested posting Hart's posters everywhere, and Blondie suggested introducing flour...

The last to come up was Hart.

This guy said, "Leave it to Martin Daddy to handle it!"

Vincent almost broke down and hit him on the head with an ashtray.

Smash it from top to bottom together!

Vincent was helpless. Nowadays, most of the truly smart or knowledgeable people went into legitimate industries.

It's almost six o'clock and the club is about to open.

Bruce was wiping the bar and asked Martin, "Have you thought of a solution?"

Martin shook his head: "God is a black man."

Bruce said: "I think it would be a good idea to print Hart's picture on taxi ads and post them everywhere."

Martin asked, "Did the boss agree? Did he give you a bonus? Treat me, Old Bull!"

Bruce pointed to the stage: "Let your idiot sons Hart and Carrington wear wigs and prostheses and keep you company."

"Damn it, I said I only want daughters, not sons." Martin raised his middle finger: "You keep it for yourself."

Bruce suddenly asked, "When will your scene be broadcast?"

Martin specifically asked Andrew, and said, "Next Saturday night at 10:, Cable ."

Just then, Hart and Carrington came out with their handsome men's group to set up the stage. Bruce shouted, "Guys, our idiot actor's first play will be broadcast next week. Don't miss it!"

There was a lot of booing from the handsome boy group.

Martin thought to himself, if you can find me, I 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, gays have their own professional venues.

After the media hype, male customers almost disappeared.

Martin was busy until ten o'clock, then said goodbye to Bruce and left the club early.

He didn't go far, but took a can of beer and stood on the street, observing the black bar opposite.

The customer group is mostly female. At this time, more customers are leaving than entering. Ivan asked Golden Hair to watch the door and came over to ask, "Are you going to take action against those bastards?"

Martin pulled out another can of beer from his pocket and threw it to Ivan: "How much hatred?"

Ivan opened his beer, took a big sip, and said with his teeth bared: "I am an Eastern European immigrant. My family has been discriminated against and oppressed by them since we came here. This group of black people..."

Martin said: "Don't say certain things carelessly, or you'll get into trouble."

Ivan just laughed.

Martin chatted with Ivan from time to time, but his eyes were always busy. He was always staring at the female customers coming out of the club and watching them leave.

Female customers came out of the Beast House one after another, and just like what Martin had seen several times before, some of them did not go home but went to the Black Club across the street instead.

The opposite side does not charge women tickets, they can enter for free and continue drinking
Martin threw away the beer can, felt his pocket to make sure he had money, crossed the street and came to the door of the black bar.

(End of this chapter)