Yesterday's chaos was dissipated, Saijo Street was cleaned up, and some of the feminine products that had been used as weapons were scattered into the dark alleys, where they were shot wildly by the homeless people, holding hundreds of millions of bullets.

The sun had just set, and before it was time for the Bison House to open, dozens of people were already lining up in front of the club.

One after another, people rushed over and joined the queue.

Last night's news reports from multiple TV stations, and today's bombardment of print media, led by the Atlanta Constitutional Journal, has made the House of the Beast Dancers Club famous.

The entire metro area of Atlanta has a population of more than 5 million, and there are many women who yearn for sexual freedom.

Just a handful of them are enough to blow up the House of the Beast.

The line was long, and there were curious passers-by joining in the fun.

It was close to six o'clock, ready to open the door early, and Ivan and the Golden Retriever came to the porch.

The former took out a check and stuffed it to the golden retriever: "Put away the damn check, don't go buy messy things, your head will be broken after sucking it for a long time!" ”

The golden retriever glanced at the numbers: "So many? ”

Ivan said: "Idiot Martin is angry. ”

Golden Retriever emphasized: "Martin boss. ”

Ivan saw the long line outside the door and said, "Martin is cheap, but it really works, and it's much better than special waste PR." ”

The two opened the door and shouted at the long line of women: "Tickets are $20, prepare the money in advance!" ”

One by one, $20 was stuffed into their hands, and the two of them clutched a thick stack, and the ticket money for half an hour was more than the previous night.

The people in the line went in, but the long line did not shorten, but became longer.

Ivan is sure that this week's prize money will explode.

A car came from a distance and stopped at the end of the line.

Michael, who was tied in a ponytail, looked at the long queue, and then looked at the newspaper report about the Beast House Club, patted his head and said: "I'm really a stupid pig, I can't think of such a simple way!" ”

Michael had to come to terms with the sad reality that the House of the Beast had become famous and spread all over Atlanta without any connection to him.

He didn't get a dollar in favor, and he had to raise money as soon as possible to make up for the $10,000 shortfall.

This morning, Vincent had sent someone to ask for him.

Thinking that he was going to sell cars, watches, and even sell his ass to pay off his debts, but the little bartender could get a reward of $10,000, Michael was somewhat psychologically unbalanced.

But he didn't dare to go to the House of the Beast to find trouble, that group of people was not easy to mess with.

Michael did not leave immediately, but observed carefully, picking up the newspaper from time to time and flipping through it: "I learned, I can also make a lot of money!" ”

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Inside the club, Martin mixed a glass of Detrickle and said with a smile, "Ma'am, your wine." ”

The white young woman handed over the tip: "Handsome guy, do you want to dance?" ”

There were customers in the back, and Martin smiled apologetically: "The artists of the club are all on stage. ”

The crowd grew, soon exceeding 200 people, and almost all the female customers who came here for the pastime were drinking, and Martin and Bruce were very busy.

Martin received the tip, didn't have time to tidy it up, and threw it into a box under the bar.

At half past six, the club was already full, and the boy group on the circular stage sent the Savannah School of Art choreographed soldiers and guns tonight, and the dance that highlighted the male advantage and the energetic music made the atmosphere of the club explode.

Countless small denomination bills flew onto the stage.

When it comes to spending power, women are much stronger than men.

After the boy group dispersed to perform, everyone's crotch was stuffed with money.

Hart had never found out that making money was so easy.

When you are a violent thug, isn't it fragrant to lie down and make money?

Vincent stood at the door of the office on the second floor, picked up the walkie-talkie, and informed Ivan at the door: "There are too many people, don't put them in for the time being." ”

Nearly 300 female customers in the club are crazy like a lioness in heat, and they almost bite the lion's balls.

Even the private room on the second floor dedicated to lap dancing was full.

Vincent lifted his cowboy hat, and if there were enough customers, there would be more possibilities on the club's books.

He turned his gaze to the bar and saw Martin Davis.

I didn't expect that old bastard Jack Davis to have such a wonderful son.

Vincent beckoned and called Accountant Dana: "Forgive Martin Davis' debt and prepare another check for $5,000." ”

Dana was skeptical: "It's just the first night, and the ...... later"

"You don't understand." Vincent interrupted her: "He has a lot of ideas, and if he succeeds the first time, he can succeed the second time." ”

Dana said no more and went to prepare the check.

Vincent looked at the hot dance arena and the flying banknotes, and added: "Other people's rewards, get ready together." ”

Martin gave him a list this morning, and there were two other people involved in the event, in addition to the people in the club.

Vincent doesn't care about such trivial matters, the situation is under his control.

The club's patrons come in and out, and it's always full.

Late at night, when the club closed, Bruce counted the drinks, kept the accounts, opened a small drawer, and grabbed the random stacks of banknotes from it, and counted them one by one.

"It's the first time I've taken so much tipping." The smile on his face went deep into his bones: "$44." ”

Martin moved his arm: "Congratulations, civilized man, hurry up and buy a poster, enough for you to lick for a month!" ”

A thick stack of bills fell into the palm of his hand, and Bruce said, "Man, you are envious and jealous!" ”

Martin lifted a box and placed it on the bar: "Look carefully, old cloth!" The tip I collect tonight can be a special bag for three girls! ”

The boxes were littered with $1, $2, and occasionally $5.

Martin continues to strike at the poor civilized man: "To tell you a terrible fact, I want chicks tonight, it doesn't cost money, they will pay for it!" ”

Bruce was about to vomit blood, and launched a sharp counterattack: "What else do you have besides a good skin?" The belly is full of scheming man's! ”

Martin quickly counted the bills: "Without my calculations, you would have a tip tonight?" ”

As he spoke, there was a howl from the other side of the stage, and Hart ran up to the circular stage wearing an oversized trouser with a crotch full of banknotes, which fell all the way as he ran.

He ran to the center of the stage, grabbed two handfuls into his crotch, and threw the bills into the sky, the green dollars falling like rain.

Hart stretched out his arms, bathed in the rain of money, and shouted excitedly: "Stone me to death!" ”

There were a few sand sculptures in the men's group running onto the stage, frantically throwing money, and the banknotes rained one after another.

They went up and down the stage, went in and out of the private rooms, and even if they collected small denominations, the least was a few hundred dollars.

The bill fell on Hart's head, and Hart fell down with a normal thud and couldn't get up.

Tired.

It hurts.

Brother is congested and can't drag it anymore......

Hart wriggled like a maggot, lifted his green hair, and looked at Martin, "Please let me call you Daddy!" ”

"Fuck off!" Martin cruelly refused: "Martin's father only wants a daughter, not a son!" Don't be a fool son! ”

He smiled and said, "Waste, go and exercise your endurance, the rich woman is here, you can't seize the opportunity." ”

Hart screamed: "You can't do this, men and women must be equal!" Equality! Martin Davis, you bastard who discriminates against men! ”

Martin saw Ivan and Golden Retriever coming over and said, "I'm going to have a backyard party at home on Wednesday to make sure there are beautiful girls." ”

Vincent came out of his second-floor office and shouted down, "Martin." ”

Martin went upstairs and into the office: "Boss? ”

Across his desk, Vincent pushed a check and an IOU to him: "$7,000 debt, I've crossed it off for you, it's a $5,000 bonus, and your hourly wage will be raised to $16 from tonight." ”

"Thank you for your generosity." Martin doesn't mind saying a few nice words: "You're a good boss." ”

Vincent gave him two more checks.

This is the hire money that Martin asked for for Elena and Monica.

Martin put it away and politely invited Vincent to the party.

Vincent politely declined, saying: "Continue to use your ingenuity, as long as it is beneficial to the club, I will never be stingy with rewards." ”

Martin said: "Boss, we are now holding on to the ATL Women's Club and stabilizing the flow of customers. ”

Vincent nodded: "Over to you." ”

Martin went downstairs with ease, and the loan shark was completely settled.