American Fame and Fortune

 Chapter 31 The magical operations of the old gangsters (please follow up)

 “Man, $15 to get in.”

Ivan and Jinmao stood guard at the door of the club, collecting money to let men in. Every time they collected money, they said: "It is strictly forbidden to mess around in the club. Whatever you want, go out and find a place."

Scott was waiting in the queue, very impatient, and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, we know! I will definitely bring one out so that you can only watch it!"

 Those who have paid money can’t wait to get in. The atmosphere of the hot club is so exciting that it’s going to explode.

Not only does it cost the ticket, but you also need to buy someone a drink when trying to strike up a conversation, which is another expense.

 Martin no longer makes cocktails, there are too many people, and he sells beer with Bruce. Many male customers tip quite generously in order to show their generosity.

 Scott came in and was looking for a target when he saw Martin behind the bar.

 “Enemies” are extremely jealous when they meet.

Thinking of his wife who was abducted by the old **** Jack Davis, Scott immediately went to find her: "Idiot, you work here!"

 Martin glanced at him: "I'm very busy, you can do whatever you want."

Scott’s brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people. He immediately raised his voice and shouted: "Idiot Martin’s father seduced my wife and ran away without paying..."

 The men and women around him looked at Scott, as if they were seeing aliens.

 Martin took Elena into consideration, took a glass of beer, and placed it in front of Scott: "My treat."

Scott took it and took a big sip: "This is pretty much it."

 Then, he left.

 I say all this just to get a free glass of wine.

Bruce took the time to come over and said, "Is your father a bigger **** than you?"

 Martin was quite helpless: "I'm a good person, he's a bastard, it's obvious."

Bruce was curious: "I really want to meet your dad and see how powerful he is."

 Martin chatted to death in one sentence: "He can't lick posters, and he can't soak them in bath water and drink them."

 Bruce fired back: "I wish you could only mess with the earth for the rest of your life!"

 Martin was shameless: "You are so envious!"

Bruce didn't want to talk. This bastard's face could definitely stop a bullet.

In the club, the men and women who had successfully hooked up with each other quickly left, and a large number of people came in. The long queue at the door gradually shortened.

Ivan picked up the walkie-talkie: "Boss, send someone over to get the money."

Dana quickly came over with two people, took away the two bags that were about to burst, and left two new bags for Ivan and Jin Mao.

 There was a lot of cash and it was getting late, so she left a person behind with a gun to guard the door.

Across the street, twenty black guys stood on the roadside, watching helplessly as couples of men and women left intimately, feeling inexplicably restless all over their bodies.

Fred swallowed, pointed to the other side of the road, and said to his companion: "That guy, and that guy, and the afro, they took people out within five minutes of going in."

 “It seems... easy?” The companion’s voice was a bit high.

 Another person said: "Shall we go there too?"

Fred pointed at the golden retriever: "Just like us, we charge admission fees. Do you have money?"

 No one said anything, there were twenty of them, maybe they could scrape together $20.

But seeing men on the other side constantly bringing women out, especially a few losers who came out of the black bar and entered the Beast's House, were able to pick up girls, Fred's and the others' emotions seemed to be ignited.

 What should I do if I have no money? They don't make money, but they have a glorious tradition.

Fred turned back and looked at the door of the black bar. Because fewer people were entering, there was only one Latin guy left collecting money.

 The Latin boy had a wallet wrapped around his waist and a stack of five dollars in his hand.

Fred noticed that several of his companions were looking over there and whispered: "Let's do it?"

 “Do it!” That’s what they’ve grown up with: “The old way.”

Fred nodded and was the first to go to the Latin boy: "Hey, man, do you have any cigarettes? Give me a cigarette."

The Latin boy knew that this was the boss's new recruit. He took two steps forward and reached for a cigarette: "Next time, I'll bring it myself."

The three black men moved around to the other side of the Latin boy very skillfully. When the Latin boy noticed something and turned around to look, a brick hit him on the head.

Fred grabbed the money, and the other two took off their wallets. Seeing that the Latin boy was unconscious and throwing it somewhere out of the way by the wall, they ran towards the other side of the road together.     The rest of the people all followed.

 They have no concept of the future or the future in their heads.

The music was loud in the black bar, and no one paid attention to the door. From the perspective of the people in the bar, there was not one person outside, but 21 people. Even if there was a robbery, the advantage was mine.

As for passers-by, who cares about black people robbing people?

There were not many people queuing up at the Beast House. Fred and the others paid $300 for tickets and entered the club.

 …

　　In the black bar, Boyette stood by the second-floor fence and realized that something was not right.

"Have you noticed that the number of customers has decreased tonight?" He looked at the door of the bar: "The female customer opposite has not come? Also, there are a lot of people leaving?"

Diego frowned: "The people from the opposite side should have come in large numbers long ago."

Poyet lowered his head and looked down: "The passenger flow is 30% less than normal!"

 He waved to the bartender below and asked someone to come up.

 The bartender ran up all the way: "Boss?"

Poyet asked: “Why is there so little traffic today?”

"There were a lot of people there, almost the same as before." The bartender heard many customers talking at the bar: "I heard them say that the Beast House across the way started to let male customers in at ten o'clock, and all the people who left went over there."

Diego reacted quickly: "No wonder the people on the other side didn't come." He patted the fence and said, "Who came up with this idea? It's definitely an old pervert. He knows how a pervert thinks too well!"

Boyette quickly came to the window facing the street, opened the curtains and looked across the way. There were not many men lining up in front of the Beast House, but pairs of men and women kept coming out of it.

It doesn’t matter if the business on the other side is good, but you are robbing your own customers.

Poyet was a little excited: "Which pervert thought of such an idiotic method, I will cut off his kidneys!"

At this time, two people hurriedly came up from downstairs. The Latin boy behind him covered his head with one hand, and his face was covered with blood.

Poyet was angry: "What happened again?"

The Latin boy held on to the guardrail and said, "Boss, those twenty pieces of **** robbed us of our money! We even took our wallets away!"

 “What?” Boyette reached for his gun.

Diego quickly held down Boyet's hand to prevent him from taking out his gun and venting his anger: "Where are they?"

The Latin boy said: "I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up they were gone."

Diego held Boyet steady: "Calm down! Calm down! Let's find out where they went first."

Poyet took out his hand, smelled it, and became more awake: "Ignore the other side for now, find those twenty pieces of **** for me!"

 …

In the House of Beasts, as soon as twenty sturdy black guys came in, Martin noticed them and immediately stabbed Bruce.

Bruce handed the wine bottle in his hand to Martin, turned back to the wine cabinet, and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Tom, keep an eye on those old black men. If they don't cause trouble, don't mess around."

 He then asked at the door: "Ivan, what's going on with those old black men?"

"They paid the money, and I asked the boss for permission, and the boss let people in." Ivan actually wanted to stop him, but the boss had to give him permission.

Bruce also knows that if he opens his business, he really has to stop him from entering. Then he will cause trouble with racial discrimination, which is not that complicated.

The old gangsters didn't cause any trouble and kept trying to seduce female customers. The leader among them even came over and asked for a glass of beer.

 Not long after, several female customers followed the group of black men and left.

 Martin chatted with Lao Hei who asked for beer, and said to Bruce: "He comes from South City and helps out at the black bar across the road."

Bruce asked: "On the other side? What do they want to do?"

 At night after get off work, Golden Retriever brought the latest news. The people in the black bar were looking for the old black men.

“It is said that the bar owner Boyette brought her here from the slums of Nancheng specifically to seduce our customers. As a result, those old gangsters couldn’t control their pants and robbed the bar’s money and came to our place to spend money.”

 Martin was deeply impressed: “If you want to talk about sass, it’s the old gangsters who are saucy.”

Bruce told the bar security: "Pay attention to the other side, they dare to cause trouble, you understand."

 (End of this chapter)