American fame and fortune

Chapter 32 The Godly Manipulation of the Old Blacks (for further reading)
"Dude, $15 to get in."

Ivan and Golden Retriever stood guard at the entrance of the club, collecting money to let the men enter, and every time they collected a piece of money, they said: "It is strictly forbidden to mess around in the club. If you want to do something, go out and find a place."

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

Those who paid the money couldn't wait to enter the venue, the hot club, the atmosphere was so high that it was about to explode.

Not only the ticket money, but you always have to buy someone a drink to strike up a conversation, which is another expense.

Martin no longer mixed cocktails, there were too many people, and Bruce sold beer with Bruce, and many male customers tipped quite generously in order to show generosity.

Scott came in, looking for a target, and saw Martin behind the bar at a glance.

The "enemies" were extremely jealous when they met.

Thinking of the wife who was freed by the old bastard Jack Davis, Scott immediately went to him: "Idiot, you work here!"

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

Bruce shot back: "I hope you can only conquer the earth for the rest of your life!"

Martin is shameless: "You are envious! Because I am the only man in the world who has the ability to conquer the earth!"

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

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

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

Poyet withdrew his hand, smelled the smell in his crotch, and regained consciousness: "Let's ignore the other side, find those twenty pieces of shit for me!"

In the black bar, Poyet stood by the fence on the second floor and realized that something was wrong.

Bruce asked, "The other side? What are they trying to do?"

Bruce took the time to come over and said, "Your father is more of a jerk than you?"

The Latin kid held on to the guardrail and said, "Boss, those twenty pieces of shit stole our money! They stole our wallets!"

The old blacks didn't cause trouble, they kept hooking up with women, and the leader among them came over and asked for a glass of beer.

Diego steadied Poyet: "Calm down! Calm down! Let's find out where they went first."

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Martin chatted to death in one sentence: "He won't lick posters, and he won't soak Scarlett Johansson's posters in the bath water."

They have no concept of the future and beyond in their heads.

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

Poyet walked quickly to the window facing the street, opened the curtains to look at the opposite side, there were not many men lined up at the gate of the Beast House, but there were couples of men and women coming out of it.

Bruce also knew that if he opened the door to do business, he really had to stop Old Hei from entering, and then Old Hei would use racial discrimination to make trouble, which was not so complicated.

"Do it!" They grew up like this: "The old way."

Fred snatched the money, and the other two untied their wallets. Seeing that the Latin boy was unconscious, he threw it out of the way by the wall, and ran across the road together.

Inside the Beast's House, Martin noticed as soon as twenty beefy horny black guys entered, and immediately stabbed Bruce.

On the opposite side of the street, twenty black guys stood by the side of the road, watching a couple of men and women leave intimately, feeling inexplicably agitated all over their bodies.

"What?" Poyet fumbled in his crotch.

"Originally there were quite a lot of people, almost the same as before." The bartender heard many guests commenting at the bar: "I heard from them that the House of Beasts across the street will allow male customers to enter at ten o'clock, and those who leave will go there."

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

All that said, just to mix a free drink.

Another said, "Shall we go there too?"

There are many women who are not taboo in black and white.

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

But watching the men on the opposite side keep bringing women out, especially the trash who came out of the black bar and entered the House of Beasts, and they were able to pick up girls, Fred and his emotions seemed to be ignited.

There weren't many people queuing at the House of the Beasts. Fred and the others paid 300 dollars for tickets and entered the club.

Dana quickly came over with two people, took away the two bags that were about to explode, and left two new bags for Ivan and Golden Retriever.

Fred swallowed, pointed to the other side of the road, and said to his companion: "That guy, that guy, and the afro, they didn't even go in for five minutes before they brought the woman out."

Considering Elena, Martin took a glass of beer and put it in front of Scott: "I treat you."

Martin was quite helpless, and said for the nth time: "Jack is the most talented person in Atlanta."

At this moment, the two hurried up from downstairs, the Latin kid behind him covered his head with one hand, his face was covered with blood.

"Have you noticed that the number of customers has decreased tonight?" He looked towards the door of the bar: "The sluts on the other side didn't come over either? Also, there are a lot of people leaving?"

The three blacks went around to the other side of the Latin boy very skillfully, and when the Latin boy noticed something and looked back, a brick hit him on the head.

Diego frowned: "The sluts on the opposite side should have come here in large numbers."

Poyet looked down: "The passenger flow is [-]% less than normal!"

As for passers-by, who the hell cares about black robbers.

He then asked the door: "Ivan, what happened to those old blacks?"

Not long after, several women left with the group of old blacks.

Diego reacted quickly: "No wonder the people on the other side stopped coming." He patted the fence: "Who the hell thought of this way? He must be an old pervert. He really understands the thoughts of perverts!"

Poyet asked, "Why is there so little traffic today?"

Bruce handed the wine bottle to Martin, turned around and went to the wine cabinet, picked up the walkie-talkie: "Tom, keep an eye on those old blacks, if they don't make trouble, don't make trouble."

Martin chatted with the old black who asked for beer, and said to Bruce, "He's from South City, and he's helping out at the black bar across the road."

"They paid the money, and I asked the boss for instructions, and the boss let him in." Ivan actually wanted to stop him, but the boss had to say it.

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

Nobody said anything, and twenty of them might be able to scrape together $20.

Then, go.

It doesn't matter if the business on the other side is good, why steal your own customers!
Poyet was a little emotional: "Which pervert thought of such an idiotic method, I'm going to cut his kidney and brother!"

All the rest followed suit.

Scott took it and took a big sip: "That's about the same."

Fred pointed to the golden retriever: "It's the same as ours. Ticket fees are charged. Do you have money?"

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

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The music in the black bar is loud, and no one pays attention to the door. From the perspective of the people in the bar, they are not alone, but 21 people outside. Even if there are robbers, I have the advantage.

The Latin boy knew that this was the new recruit of the boss, so he took two steps forward and reached for a cigarette: "Next time bring it yourself."

Fred noticed that several companions were looking over there, and whispered, "What are you doing?"

All the men and women around looked at Scott, as if seeing an alien.

Poyet was angry: "What happened again?"

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

"It seems... easy?" The companion's voice was a little high.

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

Scott's brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people, and he immediately raised his voice and yelled: "Idiot Martin's father, seduced my wife to elope, gave grams every day, and didn't give money..."

Fred turned back and looked at the door of the black bar, because there were fewer people entering, and there would only be one Latin boy collecting money.

Diego hurriedly pressed Poyet's hand to prevent him from drawing out his gun and venting: "Where are they?"

Bruce didn't want to talk, this bastard's face can definitely block bullets.

When he got off work at night, the golden retriever brought the latest news that the people in the black bar were looking for the group of old blacks.

"It is said that Poyet, the owner of the bar, was brought here from the slums of Nancheng, trying to hook up with our female customers. As a result, those old blacks couldn't control their crotch, and robbed the bar money and came to our place to spend."

Martin was deeply impressed: "If you want to talk about show, it's still black people show."

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

(End of this chapter)