The House of the Beast sits on West Avenue within the Atlanta Ring, on the western edge of downtown, and Martin had just gotten off his chin when he saw a huge sign flashing in the night sky.

The façade of the club is luxurious and stylish, and it is very classy.

A dozen women lined up along the sidewalk, waiting to buy tickets to enter.

In contrast, the neon bar opposite is more lively, with at least forty or fifty men queuing.

Women don't have to wait in line and admission is free.

Martin came to the door of the beast's house and said to the tall young man who collected the money, "I'm looking for Vincent." ”

Ivan nodded: "Tickets, $20." ”

Martin didn't want to give money, and pulled out the banner of civilization: "I'm a friend of Bruce, send money to Vincent." ”

Ivan stretched out his hand: "It's not a person from the House of the Beast, you have to buy a ticket to enter the door." ”

Giving money to people and buying tickets? Martin pointed to the long line in front of the black bar across the road and said, "Do you know why there are more people over there and fewer people on your side?" Let the girls enter for free over there! ”

Ivan's head tendoned: "You're not a girl. ”

"Their customers are men, so let the girls enter for free." Martin pointed to his chest: "Your customers are women, you should let a handsome guy like me enter for free to help you attract customers." ”

Ivan's partner, the Golden Retriever, answered: "Makes sense. ”

A middle-aged woman next to her who still had charm looked at Martin carefully, and her saliva was about to overflow: "Handsome guy, aren't you a dancer?" ”

A woman who comes to this kind of club for recreation must be hungry and thirsty, and Martin reacted super quickly: "I'm here to apply." ”

The middle-aged woman immediately pulled out two $20 tickets and was furious: "I'm out of his tickets." Then he ran over and took Martin's arm and walked inside: "Are you on stage tonight?" $100 luxury private room, I will pack two lap dancers! ”

Martin said seriously: "I come to apply, and the boss may not accept me." ”

The middle-aged woman hugged Martin's arm tightly and rubbed the ball around: "I believe you will succeed, unless the boss is blind!" We said okay, you have to give me the first two laps. ”

She raised an eyebrow: "Do you want to make more, ...... with me"

Martin quietly pulled out his arm and pointed casually: "I'm going to apply for a job from the boss, I can't be late." ”

The middle-aged woman hurriedly said, "My name is Susan." ”

Martin automatically ignored that although he was poor, the effort was not proportional to the gain, and he would never consider it.

He didn't go to the bar, but found a corner where no one was paying attention, and silently observed the club.

Owed $6,000 to loan sharks, much more than just $6,000.

That's compound interest.

There's always something to do.

Martin had specially inquired about it during the day, and Bruce's words had a certain credibility.

It may have opened for a short time, and the venue, which can accommodate hundreds of people, can seat up to 40 customers.

Even so, the atmosphere is still hot, women go crazy, and men can't catch up with them on rockets.

Some large-scale pictures are frequently staged on the edge of the circular stage.

The so-called industry regulations can only guarantee the maintenance of the last line within the club.

Out of the club, it belongs to personal freedom.

After a dance, several women went to the bar to drink and rest, and Martin turned his eyes to find that the bartender turned out to be Bruce, a civilized man.

No, it's supposed to be a paper licker.

He licked the Scarlett Johansson poster out of his ass.

The tragic fate of that entertainment weekly can be imagined.

Martin saw Vincent Lee on the other side of the bar.

It was a white man in a rolled-rimmed cowboy hat, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a large hooked nose that could peck at people.

Martin's gaze caught Vincent's attention, and Vincent squinted at him.

Affordable to open such a club and daring to lend usury, Martin would not be stupid enough to treat Vincent as a businessman, quickly did a good job of psychological construction, and strode over.

Vincent pressed one hand on the bar and glanced at it: "Martin, the son of the old bastard Jack." ”

Martin took out the check he had made during the day and put it in front of Vincent: "First installment of interest and repayment, $600." ”

Vincent picked it up and bounced it down, and put it in the inner pocket of his jacket: "Jack is really a talent, even his son is a pit, I admire him." ”

After repaying the loan first, Martin carefully tested: "Can the account be counted on his head?" Some of them will do. ”

Vincent didn't answer the stubble at all: "Found a way to make money? ”

"Nope." Martin's eyes fell on Bruce.

The talent of civilized people is on licking paper, and bartending is clumsy.

Martin kept talking: "I broke my leg while working, and the boss was kind and took the initiative to give a compensation." ”

Vincent nodded slightly: "You have perfectly inherited Jack's scum genes, come to work with me, perform on stage, they can stuff your crotch with money, and that money can be paid off quickly." ”

Crazy female customers, waving small denomination bills, constantly stuffed into the waists of the men, as for the groping pig hands produced, they can't be counted.

Martin doesn't hide his eye for the green ticket, and Sabi doesn't like it.

But he was also afraid that once he got used to lying down and earning money, it would be too difficult to stand up again.

Moreover, the land is hard to perish, but the oxen are easy to die.

Martin stiffly turned his head, resisted his desire for a small ticket, looked at the civilized bartender, and muttered, "There is something wrong with this glass of wine." ”

Bruce was pouring the Long Island Iced Tea into a glass with ice.

Vincent was really intrigued: "Will there be a problem with the blues concoction?" ”

Martin pointed to the glass with ice, and first learned a lofty nonsense: "The essence of Long Island Iced Tea lies in ice, and the icicles in the glass are only less than half as high, and the frosty breath is not enough to bring the temptation of sinking in the mouth." ”

Vincent was unmoved, the woman who sent the flood, who cares about this?

Martin immediately put it another way: "This means that the empty part of the upper part of the glass has to be filled with at least a third more alcohol, and even if you use the cheapest base wine in its class, a glass will be much less profitable." ”

Vincent lifted his cowboy hat and silently calculated: "A cup of Long Island Iced Tea makes $2 more, and at selling 30 cups a night, you make $420 more a week." ”

For the first time tonight, he looked at Martin: "You know how to bartend?" ”

Martin expertly pulled up the shield: "Old bastard Jack is Marietta's most versatile person. ”

Vincent shook his head at the bar: "Let me see." ”

Martin took off his coat and put it on the high chair, his tight T-shirt bursting with hormones, he walked around the bar and patted Bruce, "Man, this is not the job of a civilized person." ”

Bruce had already spotted Martin, and when he saw the boss nodding, he took the initiative to step aside.

Martin cleaned his hands, quickly swept his gaze over various materials, and asked the nearest customer, "Miss, what do you need?" ”

The woman who had just drunk a cup of Long Island iced tea said, "One more drink." ”

As the name suggests, Long Island Iced Tea was born on Long Island, New York, and for a normal woman, it is a strong cocktail.

But it is suitable for the cold and cold taste of the sluts when they are burned on fire.

Martin sprang into action, starting with a slightly rusty move, and after preparing the four bases of gin, vodka, rum and tequila, he gradually became proficient and regained the state he was in before being suffocated by a Dani brand balloon.

Add the icicle in the middle of the glass to more than two-thirds, pour in the mixed wine, garnish with a slice of lemon, put it in a straw, and hand it to the woman: "Your wine." ”

This one, more than a third less base wine than blues.

The female customer took a closer look: "It's more suitable for me than the cup just now." ”

After paying for the drink, she pulled out an extra dollar and pushed it in front of Martin.

Bruce looked at Vincent again and spread his hands, puzzled: Why didn't I tip?

People came in one after another, and customers who were willing to spend money didn't mind ordering a cocktail, and some people asked for common cocktails such as Pink Beauty, Angel's Kiss and Manhattan.

Martin is very hard-working, and if he doesn't run away, he needs a free day job to earn income to support opportunities in the industry he is good at.

When there were no customers coming over for a while, Vincent called Martin: "Let's talk." ”