America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 41 Driving People Crazy
Atlanta, Decatur.

While having dinner, Milton saw the watery eyes of his third wife Eliza, and his heart tightened inexplicably, his waist squeaked, and his brothers rotted like slugs.

He put down his knife and fork and said, "I'm going out for a while. I have an appointment to discuss something. I'll be back later."

Eliza's eyes were dry, and she stared blankly at her husband as he left, disappointment filling her face.

Milton drove an Audi to the nearby Wild Forest Bar.

When he was in a bad mood or Eliza expressed some need, he liked to come here for a drink and go back late at night.

Milton pushed open the bar door, walked to the bar, and said, "Hans, a glass of whiskey, the same as always."

Bruce withdrew his gaze and confirmed that the person coming was Milton through a person.

He boasted to his new drinking buddy: "You ask me why I like this place? Because I always have good luck here and always meet beautiful women."

He came for two consecutive nights and finally waited for Milton.

His drinking buddy didn't believe him: "You're just bragging. How come I've never encountered that before?"

"Don't disbelieve me!" Bruce described in detail: "It was a few years ago. A beautiful red-haired girl was drinking here. I chatted with her and she actually took the initiative to ask me out. She said her husband was not doing well."

The drinking buddy shook his head: "How can such a good thing happen?"

Bruce took a sip of wine and continued: "Maybe you have seen her. She has a red mole on the left corner of her mouth."

The drinking buddy was from this area, and was stunned for a moment: "I think I've seen him before."

Hearing the red mole on the corner of his mouth, Milton's eyes unconsciously turned to Bruce.

Bruce dared to use mortar shells to attack the British, so he ignored it directly: "Her name is Lina. She took me to a nearby villa. We stayed in her wedding room and enjoyed a romantic night. A few days later, she took the initiative to call me and asked me to go to her house again..."

My drinking buddy gradually began to believe it: “You guys are doing this again?”

Bruce laughed: "She told me to go through the back door when you get there."

"You bastard!"

The sudden shout interrupted the two people's conversation. Milton was furious and could no longer bear it: "That bastard cheated with someone, and you are also a scumbag!"

He jumped on Bruce and hit him.

Bruce pushed Milton away and said, "Are you sick?"

Milton struggled to get up, and Bruce casually lifted his coat and said, "Don't move."

The temperament of civilized people moved Milton.

Milton stopped moving.

"Psycho!" Bruce clapped his hands with an unhappy face and walked out of the bar. Suddenly he turned back and seemed to understand: "I remember now, you are Lina's husband, and she and I are right under your wedding photo."

Many people in the bar guessed it.

All eyes were on Milton at this point.

Milton felt extremely complicated and vowed never to come to this bar again.

Bruce walked out, looking back from time to time, walked a distance, got in the car and left Decatur.

After a while, Milton walked out of the bar alone, feeling angry.

Milton returned to the Audi and was about to start the engine when he suddenly thought of his wife at home and withdrew his hand.

Going back is also a torment.

He sat quietly in the car and closed his eyes: "Can't they just obey the will of the head of the family?"

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Late at night, the Beast House Club ended and the male and female customers who had successfully hooked up left together.

The defeated male customer slowly left. Martin cleaned up the counter and left work.

On the second floor of the club, Vincent raised his cowboy hat and looked at the golden retriever's mouth: "What's going on?"

The golden retriever touched his swollen lips and said, "Martin asked Ivan and I to blow the whistle these days. We blew too hard and our lips became swollen."

Vincent asked out of concern: "How's the situation over there?"

"Many media and reporters came one after another, and Martin has been speaking for the club." All the words he said were what he heard and saw: "In order to save the club's expenses, he got sponsorship from the Liberty Club. The Liberty Club is responsible for all the materials and food."

Vincent was quite satisfied. He had not misjudged Martin. "I understand. You can go back."

Sophia, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "A smart man like Martin Davis cannot be kept under the watch of such a fool."

"I know." Vincent took out a cigar. "As long as he can bring me benefits and does not harm my interests, do I need to deal with him?"

He finished roasting the cigar and said, "Martin gave me some ideas. I plan to open an hourly hotel and a specialty goods store nearby. I believe the business will be good and I can make more money."

"Good idea, I support you." Sophia stood up and said, "I won't talk to you anymore. I didn't come here to chat with you about these boring things. I want to see my little darling."

Vincent saw Sophia's sturdy body and reminded: "Don't play with her."

Sophia turned back, veins and muscles bulging on her neck: "I can't hurt him enough."

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On West Street, Martin got into the Ford and saw Bruce sitting in the passenger seat. He asked, "Anything tonight?"

"I guess he wants to kill me," Bruce said simply.

Martin exclaimed: "Old Bull, you are a genius."

"No match for you, man. You have a first-rate appearance, but it's full of crap." Bruce asked, "Who did you learn that from?"

Martin said almost reflexively: "Jack Davis is the most talented person in Atlanta."

"You can tell other people about this bullshit." Bruce stopped asking questions. "A normal person would go crazy if you do this to him. He has experienced two cheating wives."

Martin didn't need to make up any high-sounding words: "I am also considering the flow of customers to the club. I can make more money for you. You buy a car without spending money? You raise Monica without spending money? You buy Run..."

Bruce interrupted him: "Shut up you stinking piece of shit!"

Martin shrugged.

Bruce said: "Man, since I met you, I found that I am actually a good person."

Martin said: "I am a good person too, don't refute me, go ask Hart and Carrington, ask everyone in the club."

Bruce knew the result without asking.

A bunch of good sons.

The next morning, Martin called Buckley and made an appointment to meet at the old place.

He rushed over with Bruce.

The News sent invitations to many media outlets regarding the Methodist Association’s upcoming training event, and the Star-News also received a copy.

Martin said: "We are friends. I won't make things difficult for you. I'm just attending the press conference for you for free."

Barkley was very embarrassed: "This...is not good."

Martin raised his hand and twirled his fingers as he had done when they first met: "I never let my friends down."

This time, without Martin's reminder, Bruce pulled his arm back, proving that he was a civilized person who did things in a civilized manner.

We have cooperated twice, so one more time is nothing. Barkley no longer hesitated: "I will deliver the goods to you tomorrow morning."

(End of this chapter)