American fame and fortune

Chapter 16 Concocting News (for further reading)

What happens when a bartender takes over as a club manager?
Martin would tell the interlocutor that if you are not crazy, you will be old!

In the staff rest area of ​​the club, Martin received a text message from Elena and pushed open the locker room door to enter.

The sportsmen headed by Hart were changing T-shaped pants and sailor suits, and the men looked hot.

Martin slammed on the door and shouted: "Big stars, are you ready? Let me tell you good news. A group of young boys in their 20s are here tonight. You are doing well and you can eat fresh food." Pearl shells, not black and smelly mud clams!"

"Pretty and sexy?" Hart asked.

Martin straightened up: "Did you see that? The group of little brats I saw five minutes ago are still excited, and I wish I could bring some of them over."

Another gigolo, Carrington, blew his hooligan whistle and said, "Be moral, man, don't stuff a beer bottle in your crotch."

Martin said seriously: "You can doubt my character, but you shouldn't doubt my brother! Carrington, you are finished, I swear, you can only eat 60-year-old mud clams tonight!"

The others laughed.

Martin raised his voice again: "Guys, you have practiced dancing for so long, show off your strength tonight, let those little brats see what Popeye is! If any kid goes out with dry pants, don't Blame me for telling Bruce to tell everyone on Saijo Avenue that the Beast's Boys are a bunch of scumbags."

Hart smiled and said, "Don't worry, we won't give you a chance. Dude, we'll wait for you to join the Boys' Team, and then we'll train you well."

Martin raised his middle finger to the back of his head, strode out, walked around the backstage, entered the lobby, and found Monica at the bar.

She's Elena's best friend, a busty Latina girl.

Martin asked, "How is it?"

Monica quickly said: "Such a good free opportunity, they will go crazy enough, you should consider how to limit them, some of them go crazy, can strip naked and run to the stage to catch men."

Martin glanced at the quartz clock behind the bar and said, "In 10 minutes, they'll just go crazy."

Before leaving, Monica blew a kiss to Bruce.

Martin caught Bruce staring at Monica's back and said, "Big and curvy, isn't it?"

"I'm a civilized person." Bruce picked up a glass of cold beer, drank it down, and reminded: "These young girls are crazy and out of control."

Martin smiled: "I never thought of controlling, just making them crazy."

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Ten minutes later, Elena and Jennifer bought two tickets and entered the House of Beasts together.

Seeing Elena, Martin asked the men's team to come on stage. With the sound of explosive music, Popeye, who was in shape, performed a T-shaped spinach dance for all the women in the audience.

The audience immediately cheered up.

Especially the low-level girls who get in for free and drink, all of them are crazy enough.

Usually they are reluctant to spend money to come to this kind of place.

Jennifer found that many young girls ran to the edge of the stage, and under the various provocations of the sportsmen, they pulled out their underwear and threw them on it.

There are also those housewives who are about her age, who are not much better, forgetting the responsibilities of the family, forgetting their place in the family, stuffing money into men's pants, and groping whenever they get the chance.

Unrestrained, depraved, and chaotic, Atlanta's social atmosphere is slipping into the abyss.

Jennifer and her like-minded pals, have been trying to hold onto it, not wanting it to slide.

The moral problems in American society are getting more and more serious.

After staying for less than half an hour, Jennifer said to Elena: "Let's go."

Elena followed her out of the House of the Beast.

Jennifer said: "You go back first, I have something to go to the Atlanta headquarters."

Elena nodded and waited for Jennifer to drive away and get into Martin's Ford.

After a while, Martin came out of the club and got into the car.

"She was very angry and went to headquarters," Elena said.

Martin patted Elena on the shoulder: "Keep in touch with her."

It was a wild night, with many youngsters leaving the club with the Sportsmen in wet trousers and lost their underwear.

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On Saturday afternoon, Martin was practicing facial muscle control in front of the mirror at home when he suddenly received a call from Ivan, and people began to gather across the club.

Martin picked up the car keys and left, first asked Elena, and then informed Bruce and the little golden retriever next to each other.

Coming to Saijo Avenue, Martin noticed that white women of different ages came one after another along both sides of the road and gathered on the wide sidewalk opposite the club. Many of them carried posters and slogans in their hands.

The core members of the Methodist Association like Jennifer have rich experience in organizing protest marches.

Under their command, all slogans and banners protesting against the corrupting social atmosphere of the House of the Beast and causing family division were all fought.

Of course, sex and reproduction in the Methodist Church must follow the will of the family.

There were no particularly chaotic voices or overly violent actions, and the Methodists temporarily expressed their protest by standing still.

In just ten minutes, there were more than 100 protesters.

There are too many people, some of them are inevitably blocked near the black bar.

On the porch of Beast House, Martin took off his coat and threw it on a chair, asking, "How's it going?"

Bruce stretched out his head to look, and said, "There are still people coming, I estimate there will be 200 people."

"Who has a phone that records calls?" Martin asked.

Ivan said, "I have mine, and so do Golden Retriever, Hart and Carrington."

Martin made a decisive decision: "Old Bu, find out all the hotlines we collected, call the media reporters, and tell them there is big news here."

He thought for a while: "The conservative Methodist Association alone is not hot enough, and the liberal ATL Women's Association has formed a confrontation with the Methodist Association because of the House of the Beast!"

Bruce nods.

Martin emphatically emphasized: "Be sure to turn on the recording when calling, and no one can owe our news informants rewards!"

Ivan was so startled that his eyes became cross-eyed, as if seeing a lot of banknotes: "I would like to call you Boss Martin!"

Bruce grabbed Martin by the shoulder: "Those reporters should lick your ass." He reminded: "The ATL Women's Association did not come, and there is no reward for fake news."

Martin took out his cell phone and said, "Old civilized man, you underestimate the civilized man of the new era."

He rummaged through the address book to find the phone number of the fat man Andrew, dialed it, and it was connected quickly: "Mr. Andrew, it's me, Martin. I found a situation on Saijo Avenue, so I called this number."

"Yeah, the Methodists are marching on Saijo Avenue for their shit ideas against women's clubs and attacking the club I work for, we're a liberal club for women...shit Methodists are cracking down Freedom for women to enjoy the nightlife!"

Martin got the response from there, hung up the phone, and just when Bruce came back, he said: "No accident, the ATL Women's Association will send someone over soon, and we have to make some preparations."

On the other hand, Andrew felt that the opportunity was rare, so he hurriedly notified the boss's assistant Ella.

Both sides are grassroots social organizations that support donkey elephants. If you agree, I will oppose it. The ATL Women's Association will go through the formalities immediately and organize people to go there.

The two sides had just had a big row in front of the State Capitol, new and old.

(End of this chapter)