Yesterday's chaos has dispersed, Saijo Street has been cleaned up, and the previous order has been restored.

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

People came over one after another and joined the queue.

Last night's news reports from multiple TV stations and today's print media bombardment, led by the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, have made the Beast House Gigolo Club famous.

The entire Atlanta metropolitan area has a population of more than 5 million, and the number of potential customers for Beast House is not large.

As long as a very small part of it is enough to burst the Beast House.

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

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

The former took out a check and handed it to Jin Mao: "Keep the damn check and don't buy random things."

The golden retriever glanced at the number: "So many?"

Ivan said: "Idiot Martin talks about loyalty."

The golden retriever emphasized: "Boss Martin."

Ivan saw the long queue outside the door and said: "Martin does a cheap job, but it is really effective. It is much better than useless public relations."

The two opened the door and shouted to the long line of female customers: "Tickets are 20 US dollars, prepare the money in advance!"

A piece of 20 dollars was stuffed into their hands, and the two of them grabbed a thick pile. The ticket money in half an hour was more than the previous night.

As people in the queue entered, the long queue did not shorten, but grew longer.

Ivan is convinced that the bonus will explode this week.

A car drove from a distance and stopped at the end of the queue.

Michael, who was wearing a ponytail, looked at the long queue and the newspaper report about the Beast House Club. He slapped his forehead and said, "I'm such a stupid pig. I couldn't think of such a simple solution!"

Michael had to accept a sad reality. The reputation of the House of Beasts spread throughout Atlanta, but it had nothing to do with him.

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

This morning, Vincent has sent someone to ask for it.

Thinking that he had to sell cars and watches to pay off debts, but the bartender could receive a reward of US$10,000, Michael felt somewhat psychologically unbalanced.

But he didn't dare to go to the Beast's House to make trouble. Those people were not easy to mess with.

Michael did not leave immediately, but instead observed carefully, picking up the newspaper and reading it from time to time: "If I learn how to do it, I can make a lot of money!"

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In the club, Martin mixed a glass of Daiquiri and said with a smile: "Madam, your wine."

The female customer handed over a tip: "The wine is very good, are you not a dancer?"

There were customers behind him, and Martin smiled apologetically: "All the artists in the club are on the stage."

There are more and more people, and soon there are more than 200 people. Almost all the female customers who come here for entertainment are drinking. Martin and Bruce are very busy.

Martin received the tip and had no time to sort it out, so he threw it into a box under the bar.

It's a little past six-thirty, and the club is already full. The stylish boy band on the ring stage will present American Soldiers, choreographed by Savannah College of the Arts tonight.

Countless small-denomination U.S. bills flew onto the stage.

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

Hart has never found that making money is so easy.

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

The club is full of customers.

Even the private rooms on the second floor are full.

Vincent raised his cowboy hat. If there are enough customers, there will be more possibilities in the club's accounts.

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

I didn’t expect that old bastard Jack Davis to have such an outstanding son.

Vincent waved and called the accountant Dana: "Forgive Martin Davis's debt and prepare a check for US$5,000."

Dana has doubts: "It's just the first night, from now on..."

"You don't understand." Vincent interrupted her: "He has great ideas. 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 bustling dance floor and the flying banknotes, and added: "Get ready for the rewards for everyone else."

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

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

Customers come in and out of the club, and it is always full.

Late at night, when the club closed, Bruce counted the drinks, took note of the accounts, opened a small drawer, took out the randomly piled banknotes, and counted them one by one.

"This is the first time I have received such a large tip." The silly smile on his face almost penetrated into his bones: "44 US dollars."

Martin moved his arms: "Congratulations, civilized man, enough to buy you a bunch of signed photos."

A thick stack of bills fell into his palm, and Bruce said: "Man, you are so jealous!"

Martin lifted a box and put it on the bar: "Look carefully, Old Bu! The tip I collected tonight is several times yours."

The box is full of scattered $1, $2, and occasionally $5.

Martin continued to attack poor civilized people: "I will tell you a terrible fact, I will soon be richer than you."

Bruce was about to vomit blood and launched a sharp counterattack: "Aside from a good skin, what else do you have? Your belly is full of scheming junk!"

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

Just as he was talking, there was a burst of howling and howling from the other side of the stage. Hart ran onto the stage holding a lot of banknotes, and the banknotes fell all the way as he ran.

He ran to the center of the stage, held a hand full of banknotes, and threw it into the sky. The green dollars fell like rain.

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

Several more members of the stylish boy band ran onto the stage and threw money wildly, making money rain down.

The banknote hit Hart on the head, and Hart fell down with a thud and could not get up.

Tired.

Hart squirmed like a maggot, raised his head and looked at Martin: "Please let me call you daddy!"

"Get out!" Martin refused cruelly: "I don't want a stupid son!"

Hart screamed: "You can't be like this, men and women must be equal! Men and women are equal! Martin Davis, you bastard!"

Martin saw Ivan and Golden Retriever coming over and said, "I'm holding a backyard party at home on Wednesday."

Vincent came out of the office on the second floor and shouted down: "Martin."

Martin went upstairs and entered the office: "Boss?"

Vincent pushed a check and an IOU to him across the desk: "I have crossed out the debt of 7,000 US dollars for you. This is a bonus of 5,000 US dollars. Starting tonight, your hourly wage will be increased to 16 US dollars.

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"Thank you for your generosity." Martin didn't mind saying a few more nice words: "You are a good boss."

Vincent gave him two more checks.

This is the salary Martin asked for for Elena and Monica.

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

Vincent declined and said: "Continue to use your intelligence and talents. 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 Free Club to stabilize the passenger flow."

Vincent nodded: "Leave it to you."
Chapter completed!