Weapons are the guarantee of being a civilized person

Chapter 10 Weapons are the guarantee of being a civilized person

Martin used different approaches to deal with different people at different times.

He placed a $7 tip in front of Vincent.

Vincent pushed it back: "Tips are personal." He asked directly, "How many cocktails do you know?"

Martin stopped rambling and said, "I can make most common cocktails. I wouldn't say my skill level is particularly high, but it's at least average."

I worked hard to get a bartender position, and although I didn't get the job, I never gave it up because I love alcohol. It's a skill I've accumulated over the years.

Vincent asked, "A way to save costs without significantly affecting the taste?"

Martin was already in the zone: "I can guarantee that some of the mixed drinks will be more profitable."

While collecting tips, he observed carefully that the female customer was focused on the stage, and the alcohol was only used to enhance the atmosphere; she wasn't picky about the taste.

As long as the basic flavor is maintained, there shouldn't be any problems.

Civilized people can even sell such terrible homemade liquor.

Vincent's face suddenly darkened: "Are you a bastard like Jack?"

"Mr. Li, someone as powerful as you, even if I had ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare to lie to you." Martin, now a humble man filled with awe, said, "Even that old bastard Jack has been exposed by your wisdom. My every move cannot escape your eyes."

Vincent was quite pleased and said, "You're a bartender at the House of the Beasts now, $8 an hour, paid every two weeks, and debts settled at the same time."

The most important source of income for this kind of work is tips.

Only after his abilities were recognized did Martin cautiously probe, "I'm a member of the club, interest..."

Vincent thought for a moment and said, "Just calculate the total interest, without compounding. You pay back another $7000, and the debt will be settled."

Martin felt somewhat relieved, knowing he could now see if the Marietta Theatre Company had any opportunities.

"The prerequisite is that you have to show me value!" Compared to his bartending skills, Vincent values ​​Martin's approach to Long Island Iced Tea more.

Martin needs money: "When do I start work?"

Vincent casually pointed to the bar: "Let's begin."

Martin said no more and went into the bar, where a customer happened to be ordering a Bloody Mary.

This is one of the most famous cocktails, with numerous derivative recipes. Martin took the equipment from Bruce and used a recipe that Americans improved after 2010.

It is claimed to be more suitable for American tastes.

Perhaps it suited the female customer's taste, because she immediately gave him a two-dollar tip.

Bruce leaned closer and whispered, "Did you get the boss's approval?"

"Let's do it in a civilized way," Martin joked first, then added, "I thought you were a security guard at the club."

Bruce shook his head: "Times have changed. There's no future in fighting and killing. To adapt to the changing times, I put down my gun and learned to bartend. Don't just talk about me, even the boss is learning to run a legal business."

A woman came over asking for drinks, and Martin stopped talking and focused on his work.

Before long, the total amount of tips exceeded $15. However, the club had a constant flow of customers, and the number of customers could not exceed fifty, which became an obstacle to him receiving more tips.

Taking advantage of a break, Martin asked, "Is business like this every day?"

Bruce wiped his wine glass and said, "It's a little better over the weekend. The club just opened, and its reputation hasn't really taken off yet."

Martin asked in surprise, "Didn't you do a GG?"

Bruce smiled like a civilized man: "You don't know? That's right, you don't understand."

Despite being looked down upon by the paper-licking maniac, Martin wasn't angry. Instead, he asked, "What do you mean?"

Bruce straightened his shirt, looking like a cultured man: "Georgia state regulations prohibit clubs from directly calling GG in the media and in public. The boss paid for the job postings, skirting the rules."

Martin glanced at the largely empty stadium: "Not very effective?"

Bruce was very diligent, wiping the glasses and bottles after he finished: "The boss said that the club does legitimate business and must abide by laws and regulations."

Martin, of course, didn't believe that. Was usury with compounding interest considered lawful? Or was it just using a legal establishment as a means of money laundering?

As the music started and the handsome men on the circular stage performed in unison, the bar area quieted down, and Martin asked Bruce a few questions about the situation.

Vincent Lee invested heavily in House of the Beasts, hiring male dancers at high salaries, bringing in professional choreographers from the Savannah College of the Arts, and hiring a public relations professional for promotion.

Nearly a month after opening, we've had some customers, but it's far from our expected goals.

When the show ended that evening, Martin received a $21 tip.

Martin left the club and walked towards the minibus station, where there were many taxi signs.

After walking a few dozen meters, in the darkness where the streetlights were broken, two black men with dreadlocks suddenly appeared.

They are incredibly talented and hide in the dark, making them difficult to spot from a distance.

Without hesitation, Martin turned and ran, and the two black men immediately gave chase.

Bruce, who was also leaving get off work, was walking towards Martin. His open jacket swung behind him, his right hand went to his armpit, he pulled out a pistol, pointed it forward, and shouted, "Get out of my way!"

The Black man stopped, raised his hands, and backed away step by step.

Martin could see clearly that both men were holding knives.

The black man walked far enough away before turning and running away.

Martin realized that his perception of Bruce was seriously flawed and said, "Old Bruce, I'm such an idiot. Now I understand why you brandished a gun when you were being civilized."

Bruce holstered his gun and said, "This is a guarantee of being a civilized person."

Martin said, "A ride, $5."

Bruce walked toward the Dodge pickup truck parked on the side of the road: "We're on the same side, no charge."

Martin didn't stand on ceremony, got into the passenger seat, and said, "I'll try to get you a bunch of autographed photos later to satisfy your needs."

Bruce started the car and drove northwest to Marietta: "That's a great idea."

Martin was utterly defeated.

Bruce added, "Here's a suggestion: you need a car and a gun."

Martin asked, "Are guns easy to get?"

Bruce nodded: "Gun control in Georgia isn't strict, and it's easy to buy guns through legal channels. I don't recommend buying black market guns; it'll cause a lot of trouble."

He chuckled憨厚ly, "Want to buy a gun and practice shooting? I have a firearms instructor's license, and I only charge $10 an hour. I also know a used car dealership owner; can I introduce you? Let me make a little commission."

Free things are always the most expensive! No wonder they didn't charge a fare. Martin gave them the middle finger: "Shady businessman!"

I should also buy a used car, just in case things go wrong, I can run away.

Martin realized that once he regained his senses, the thing he thought about most was running away.

A penniless wretch, a runaway like a piece of dog shit!

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