American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 9 Why I didn’t tip

The House of the Beast is located on Xijo Avenue in the Atlanta ring, on the western edge of the city. As soon as Martin got off his bus, he saw the huge sign flashing in the night sky.

 The club has a luxurious appearance and is very high-end.

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

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

 Women don’t have to queue and get in for free.

 Martin came to the door of the Beast House and said to the tall young man who collected the money: "I'm looking for Vincent."

Ivan nodded: "Ticket, 20 dollars."

 Martin did not want to give money, so he raised the flag of civility: "I am a friend of Bruce, and I am giving money to Vincent."

Ivan made a phone call: "Go in."

Martin sneaked into the club without going to the bar. He found a corner where no one was paying attention and silently observed the club.

Owing a loan shark of US$6,000 is far more than paying back US$6,000.

That’s compound interest.

 Always think of something.

Martin specifically asked someone to inquire during the day. Bruce's words have a certain degree of credibility.

 It may have been opened not long ago, and the venue that accommodates hundreds of people may have at most 40 customers seated.

 Even so, the atmosphere was still heated.

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

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

This is a white man wearing a curled cowboy hat, 27 or 28 years old, with a large aquiline nose that can peck people.

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

 As he could afford to open such a club and dare to make loan sharks, Martin would not be stupid enough to regard Vincent as a businessman. He quickly prepared his mind and walked over.

 Vincent put one hand on the bar and glanced: "Martin, the son of old **** Jack."

 Martin took out the check written during the day and placed it in front of Vincent: "The first installment of interest and repayment, $600."

Vincent picked it up, played it, and put it into his inner pocket: "Jack is really a talent. He even cheats his son. I admire him very much."

After repaying the money first, Martin carefully tested: "Can the debt be put on his head? Part of it is fine."

Vincent didn't answer this question at all: "Have you found a way to make money?"

 “No.” Martin’s eyes fell on Bruce.

 The talents of civilized people are limited to licking paper, but they are clumsy in bartending.

 Martin kept talking: "I broke my leg at work, and my boss was kind and offered me compensation."

Vincent nodded slightly: "You have perfectly inherited Jack's scumbag gene. Come work for me and perform on stage, and the money will be paid off quickly." Martin did not hide his envy for the green money, and only fools don't like it.

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

 Martin turned his head abruptly, resisting his desire for a small ticket, looked at the civilized bartender, and muttered: "There is something wrong with this drink."

Bruce is pouring the mixed Long Island ice tea into a glass with ice.

Vincent was indeed attracted: "Is there something wrong with the wine mixed with blues?"

Martin pointed at the glass filled with ice, and spoke of his past life knowledge and nonsense: "The essence of Long Island Iced Tea lies in the ice. The icicles in the glass are only half-full, and the frosty smell is not enough to bring the temptation of sinking into the mouth. "

Vincent was unmoved. Who cares about the customers who come out to play?

Martin immediately changed his explanation: "This means that at least one-third more alcohol must be added to the empty upper part of the cup. Even if the cheapest base wine of the same type is used, the profit of a cup will be much less."

 Vincent raised his cowboy hat and calculated silently: "A cup of Long Island iced tea earns an extra $2. If we sell 30 cups a night, we earn an extra $420 a week."

 He looked at Martin for the first time tonight: "Do you know how to mix drinks?"

 Martin put up a deft defense: "Old **** Jack is the most versatile man in Marietta."

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

Martin took off his coat and put it on the high chair. The tight T-shirt exploded with hormones. He walked around the bar and patted Bruce: "Man, this is not a job that civilized people should do."

 Bruce had noticed Martin a long time ago, and when the boss nodded, he took the initiative to step aside.

 Martin cleaned his hands, glanced quickly at the various materials, and asked the nearest customer: "Ma'am, what do you need?"

The woman who had just finished a glass of Long Island iced tea said, "One more."

As the name suggests, Long Island Ice Tea was born in Long Island, New York. For normal women, it is a strong cocktail.

 It has a cool and refreshing taste that is suitable for hot atmosphere.

 Martin took action immediately, and his movements were a little unfamiliar at first. After preparing the four base liquors of gin, vodka, rum and tequila, he gradually became more proficient and regained the state of his previous life.

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

This cup uses more than one-third less base wine than Bruce.

 The female customer took a sip carefully and said, "It suits me better than the cup just now."

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

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

There are people coming over one after another. Customers who are willing to spend money do not mind ordering a cocktail. Some people have ordered common cocktails such as Pink Lady, Angel Kiss and Manhattan.

 Martin is very hard-working. If he does not want to run away, he needs a job with free time during the day to earn income to support his pursuit of opportunities in the industry he is good at.

 When no customers came over for the time being, Vincent called Martin: "Let's talk."

 (End of this chapter)