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Chapter 31 The Godly Operations of the Old Blacks (Please Read)
"Dude, it's $15 admission."

Ivan and Golden Retriever stood guard at the entrance of the club, collecting money to let the men in. Every time they collected money, they would say, "No messing around in the club. If you want to do anything, go out and find a place to go."

Scott was standing in the line, very impatient, and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense, we know! I will definitely get one out, and you can only watch!"

Those who have paid can't wait to get in. The club is so hot and the atmosphere is so exciting that it's about to explode.

It's not just the ticket price. You also have to buy people a drink, which is another expense.

Martin no longer made cocktails as there were too many people. He started selling beer with Bruce, and many male customers gave generous tips in order to show their generosity.

Scott came in and was looking for a target when he saw Martin behind the bar.

When "enemies" meet, they are extremely jealous of each other.

Thinking of his wife who was abducted by the old bastard Jack Davis, Scott immediately went over and said, "Idiot, you work here!"

Martin glanced at him and said, "I'm busy. Please feel free to do as you please."

Scott's brain circuit was different from that of ordinary people. He immediately raised his voice and yelled: "Martin's father, an idiot, seduced my wife to elope and didn't pay me..."

The men and women around looked at Scott as if they saw an alien.

Considering Elena, Martin took a beer and placed it in front of Scott: “It’s my treat.”

Scott took it and took a big sip: "That's pretty good."

Then, left.

All this talk, just to get a free drink.

Bruce took the time to come over and said, "Is your dad an even bigger jerk than you?"

Martin was quite helpless: "I'm a good person, he's a bastard, it's obvious."

Bruce was curious: "I really want to meet your dad and see how powerful he is."

Martin killed the conversation with one sentence: "He won't lick the posters, he won't drink the bath water from the posters."

Bruce fired back: "May you only be able to mess with the Earth for the rest of your life!"

Martin was shameless: "You are just envious!"

Bruce didn't want to talk. This bastard's face could definitely block a bullet.

Inside the club, the men and women who had successfully hooked up with each other left quickly, and a large number of people came in. The long line at the door gradually shortened.

Ivan picked up the intercom: "Boss, send someone to get the money."

Dana quickly came over with two people, took away the two bags that were about to burst, and left two new bags for Ivan and Golden Retriever.

There was a lot of cash and it was getting late, so she left someone with a gun to guard the door.

Across the street, twenty black gangsters stood on the side of the road, watching couples leave intimately, feeling inexplicably restless.

Fred swallowed his saliva, pointed across the road, and said to his companions: "That guy, and that guy, and the guy with the afro, they went in for less than five minutes and brought people out."

"It seems... easy?" The companion's voice was a little high.

Another person said, "Shall we go over there too?"

Fred pointed at the golden retriever and said, "Just like us, we charge admission. Do you have money?"

No one spoke. Twenty of them could probably come up with $20.

But seeing that there were men bringing women out from the opposite side all the time, especially a few losers who came out of the black bar and went into the Beast House, and they were able to pick up girls, Fred and the others' emotions seemed to be ignited by a fuse.

What if they have no money? They don’t know how to make money, but they have a glorious tradition.

Fred turned around and looked at the entrance of the black bar. As fewer people came in, there was only a Latin boy collecting money.

Around the Latin boy's waist, he had a wallet and in his hand was a stack of five-dollar bills.

Fred noticed that several of his companions looked over there and whispered, "What?"

"Fuck!" That's how they were raised: "The old way."

Fred nodded and walked towards the Latin boy first: "Hey, man, do you have a cigarette? Give me a cigarette."

The Latin boy knew that this was the boss's new recruit. He took two steps forward and reached out for a cigarette: "Bring your own next time."

The three black men skillfully went around to the other side of the Latin boy. Just when the Latin boy noticed something and turned around to look, a brick hit him on the head.

Fred grabbed the money, and the other two took off their wallets, saw that the Latin boy was unconscious, threw them against the wall where they were out of the way, and ran across the road together. The rest of the people followed.

They have no concept of the future or the future in their heads.

The music was blasting inside the black bar and no one was paying attention to the door. To the people inside the bar, there were not just one person outside, but 21 people. Even if there were robbers, I had the advantage.

As for passers-by, who cares about such shit as black people robbing people?

There weren't many people queuing at the Beast House, so Fred and his friends paid $300 for their tickets and entered the club.

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In the black bar, Boyette stood by the second-story fence and noticed that something was wrong.

"Have you noticed that there are fewer customers tonight?" He looked at the door of the bar: "The female customer across the street didn't come over? Also, a lot of people left?"

Diego frowned, "The people on the other side should have come over in large numbers before."

Boyet looked down and said, "The passenger flow is 30% less than normal!"

He waved to the bartender downstairs and asked him to come up.

The bartender ran up: "Boss?"

Boyet asked, “Why is there so little traffic today?”

"There were quite a few people originally, about the same as before." The bartender heard many customers talking at the bar: "I heard them say that the Beast House across the street started letting male customers in at 10 o'clock, and everyone who left went over there."

Diego reacted quickly: "No wonder the people on the other side didn't come." He patted the fence: "Who came up with this idea? It must be an old pervert. He knows the pervert's mind too well!"

Boyet walked quickly to the window facing the street, pulled aside the curtains and looked across. There were not many men queuing in front of the door of the Beast House, but pairs of men and women kept coming out from inside.

It doesn't matter if the opposite business is good, but it steals your customers.

Boyet was a little upset: "Which pervert came up with this idiotic idea? I'm going to cut off his kidney!"

At this time, two people hurried 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 kid held onto the guardrail and said, "Boss, those twenty pieces of shit robbed us! They even took our wallets!"

"What?" Boyet reached for his gun.

Diego quickly held down Boyet's hand to prevent him from pulling out his gun and firing. "Where are they?"

The Latin boy said: "I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up they were gone."

Diego calmed Poyet: "Calm down! Calm down! Let's find out where they went first."

Boyet pulled his hand out, sniffed the smell, and sobered up a little: "Ignore the other side for now, find those twenty piles of dog shit for me!"

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Inside the Beast House, twenty sturdy black guys just came in. Martin noticed them and immediately stabbed Bruce.

Bruce handed the bottle to Martin, turned around and walked to the wine cabinet, picked up the intercom and said, "Tom, keep an eye on those black men. If they don't make trouble, don't mess around."

He then asked the person at the door: "Ivan, what's going on with those black men?"

"They paid the money, and I asked the boss, and the boss let them in." Ivan actually wanted to stop them, but the boss's word was final.

Bruce also knew that if he opened the business and really didn't let black people in, they would cause trouble by citing racial discrimination, which would be extremely complicated.

The black men did not cause any trouble but kept flirting with the female customers. The leader of them even came over and asked for a beer.

Not long after, several female customers followed the group of black men away.

Martin talked to the old black man who wanted beer, and said to Bruce, "I came from South City and helped out at the black bar across the road."

Bruce asked, "The other side? What do they want to do?"

When getting off work in the evening, Golden Retriever brought the latest news that the people in the black bar were looking for the group of black men.

"It is said that the bar owner Boyet brought them here from the slums of the South City specifically to seduce our customers. As a result, those black men couldn't control their pants and robbed the bar's money and came to our place to spend money."

Martin was impressed: "If we talk about being cool, it's the black guys who are cool."

Bruce, however, warned the bar security: "Pay attention to the other side, they dare to cause trouble, you understand."

(End of this chapter)