After removing his makeup and changing back into his clothes, Martin came out of the makeshift dressing room, went to a place that did not interfere with other people's work, observed for a while, and found where the fat man Andrew was.

While the other party was free, he walked over: "Mr. Andrew." ”

Andrew remembers Martin: "Didn't go to get the money? Can't find the finance office? ”

Martin smiled and said, "I came out just to see you, so I came over and said thank you." ”

Andrew was very impressed with him: "You did a good job. ”

The fat man is an employee who follows in the footsteps of his boss, and Martin turns to women's rights: "When I go back and see my girlfriend, I ask her to contact friends who have the same aspirations, and then I have to trouble Mr. Andrew for help." ”

"No problem." Andrew thought for a while and said: "Since you support equal rights and have the heart to contribute, you should also pay more attention to current affairs in society, and notify me in time if you encounter something that is not conducive to the Women's Association." ”

He said similar things to many people he knew, in order to vote for the boss's favor.

In order to get promoted, he kept up with his boss.

Martin naturally responded.

A brand-new BMW 7 Series drove up on the farmer's road, attracting a lot of attention, and Andrew's eyes turned to that side.

The car stopped, the young female assistant who got out of the co-pilot opened the back door, and the short-haired woman in professional clothes got out of the car with her head down.

Andrew waved his hand at Martin and strode over the other side.

Martin asked the passing extras, "Who's that?" Good style. ”

The performance did not stop, and said casually: "The boss of the company." ”

Martin got it, and that's Kelly Gray, the stalwart of the ATL Women's Association.

He soon discovered that Andrew couldn't talk in front of Kelly Gray, but was very familiar with the female assistant.

Robert suddenly flashed from behind: "Let's go get the money together, I'm going to have a damn meal at night!" ”

"Man, you're telling me to wait, no treat at night?" Martin asked.

Robert followed him towards the finance room: "Another day, another day." ”

Before four o'clock, the scene belonging to the two of them had finished filming, and they each signed a check for $100 and went to the place where the extras gathered.

Martin saw Jerome and went straight over: "Captain, this is today's salary, and I will pay the dues." ”

Now he can be sure that Jerome has a certain ability and connections in the Atlanta low-level actor market.

It's much better than him running around with headless flies alone.

Of course, money can't be given at once, and the troupe, old and new, adds up to more than twenty people, and Jerome must always remember him.

Jerome put away the check, extremely satisfied with Martin's attitude, and thought about paying back the money as soon as he made it, but he didn't look away.

There is still a gap of 200 dollars, so there is no hurry, and he will be able to pay it back soon.

People's hearts are sometimes complicated, Jerome is in a good mood and asks more: "Do you have living expenses?" You can leave a little. ”

"I work at night and earn enough to make ends meet," Martin said. ”

Jerome put away the money, and Martin took the opportunity to ask about Gray Film and Television Productions.

It's a local Atlanta company, it's not very large, it has never produced a theatrical movie, and often cooperates with cable stations to shoot late-night shows, and invests part of the money every year to make videotape movies and push them directly to the DVD market.

Boss Kelly Gray studied at USC, mixed with Hollywood, was heavily influenced by Californians, and is currently one of the more active feminist activists in Atlanta.

At four o'clock, a large number of extras returned, and Martin and Robert followed the large group on the bus and returned to downtown Atlanta.

Martin picked up the car, casually settled dinner, and hurried to Nishijo Avenue, before the car could be parked, the door of a Wrangler car two parking spaces apart opened, and there was a loud shouting of F.

Martin gets out of the car and locks the door.

On the co-pilot of the Wrangler, a black woman with dirty pigtails with a thick waist and a big fart came down, and she pointed to the car and scolded: "You waste, dare to soak a little biao in front of the old lady!" It's not the old lady who paid for you, do you have today? You are developed now, dare to throw a stinky face at the old lady! ”

On the other side came a bald black man: "Stinky bitch, who are you scolding for being a piece of waste?" Believe it or not, my divorce kicked you. ”

The hot-tempered black woman was anxious, and took out a small bright silver pistol from her basketball-like chest: "Poyet, old lady open your piece of shit." ”

Not to be outdone, the bald Boyet took out the M1911: "Come on, bitch, let's see who finishes first." ”

The old black couple pointed guns at each other, looking like they could shoot at any moment.

Martin hurriedly flashed away, came to the door of the club, and found that the brainless Ivan was looking at it with great interest, and asked, "Know these two neurotics?" ”

Ivan pointed to his head: "Their group, aren't they all sick here?" ”

Bruce came out of the porch and slapped Ivan on the head: "Don't talk about such trouble-making things at the door!" We are civilized people! ”

Ivan was very aggrieved: "What I'm saying is the accepted fact, they are usually like normal people, and if they are a little emotional, they will become brainless beasts." ”

At the door of the black bar opposite, someone ran out and tried to persuade the black couple.

Martin asked, "The person opposite?" ”

Bruce said: "The man's name is Poyet, the owner of the black bar, and the woman's wife is his wife, Betty, and the two have a background in the black gangs of Southtown. ”

Martin scratched his head: "Husband and wife quarrel and use pistols." ”

Bruce lowered his voice: "Black gangs, extremely violent. ”

Martin remembered, and when he ran into those two old blacks, stay away.

The two of them entered the club, changed their clothes and went to work, and there were very few customers tonight, not more than 30 people at most.

Martin took $1 and stuffed it into his pocket.

Bruce envies: "I've heard that every bartender has a unique skill, do you have it?" ”

"Absolutely," Martin said. He stretched out his hand a little blues: "But not for civilized people, because civilized people like the taste of posters." ”

I can't talk about tricks, but there will be a few cocktails that have not yet appeared in this era or are generally popular, such as paper airplanes.

The tall, skinny blonde ponytail man came in from outside, and when he saw Bruce, he complained, "Who's that bastard at the door?" They even asked me to buy a ticket to enter. ”

Martin doesn't need to ask, it must be Ivan.

Bruce just laughed.

The ponytail man's gaze turned to Martin: "Handsome guy, your selling wine is a waste of resources!" Vincent did it wrong, he put you in the wrong place! ”

As he spoke, he went up to the second floor.

Martin asked with a look in his eyes.

Bruce replied: "Michael, the night club public relations invited by the boss, it should be that the customer flow is not improving, and the boss called him over, this guy is going to be unlucky." ”

He teased Martin: "The bartender has to work as a part-time scavenger, and it is our job to dispose of Michael's body, will you be sour?" Bone? ”

Martin said solemnly: "I will let civilized people lick him into a big hole!" ”

Bruce looked serious: "You still owe me a month of posters, and a big-ass actress." ”

The former is easy to solve, the latter is too troublesome, Martin forcibly changed the subject: "The club is closed, you will lose your job." ”

Bruce said: "No, the boss still has his hole cards out." ”

Martin was curious: "What hole cards?" ”

"Solicit the opinions of your subordinates." Bruce was clearly not joking: "Choose the best option from them." ”

He looked around the club: "When we changed careers, someone suggested opening a men's club, and the owner made the choice, went to Las Vegas to investigate, and then opened the House of the Beast. ”

Martin said that it is no wonder that business is not good, and the club first originated from this unreliable way.

He looked at the empty field and pondered it.

When he was free again, Martin asked: "The club is not doing well, what about the people who make suggestions?" ”

Bruce pointed to the ring stage: "The boss punished Hart for dancing on it until it got better." ”