People Will Really Die

Chapter 28 People Will Really Die

The black bar discriminated against men, charging a $15 entrance fee. Martin paid the fee, entered the bar, went to the bar counter, ordered a beer, and quickly scanned the entire room.

The store is smaller than Wild Beast House, and the customers are mainly male. On the stage and in the hanging cage, several women sway their sexy and alluring bodies to the accompaniment of hip-hop music.

"Hey, handsome."

Suddenly, a woman came over and struck up a conversation, pointing at Martin and saying to the bartender, "Give him a Long Island Iced Tea cocktail, my treat."

After ordering the drinks, the woman carefully examined Martin, finding him familiar. Then, after a moment's thought, she asked, "It's you? What are you doing here?"

Martin recognized the woman; he'd ordered a cocktail at Beast House that evening. He casually replied, "Come try some drinks from other places and learn from their strengths."

The woman grabbed Martin's arm and waved behind them, saying, "Sisters, look who's here!"

Five women in their thirties and forties immediately surrounded them from behind.

They've been eyeing the handsome bartender at Wild Beast House for a long time.

One of them said directly, "Handsome guy, come with us."

If he really had to go, it didn't matter who it was. Martin knew very well: "My work isn't finished yet, I have to go back soon, and if I'm away for too long, my boss will fire me."

Martin decisively backed down; it could really kill someone.

They weren't necessarily fixated on Martin, and seeing his firm refusal, they quickly went to flirt with other women.

Martin breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the dance floor of the bar again. He found that there were more than six familiar female faces, and quite a few more. They were all doing the same thing: flirting or flirting.

Once you've paired up, leave the bar quickly.

Martin finished his beer, left the black bar, crossed the street back to the entrance of the Beast House, and called Ivan over: "I remember the club ordered a batch of collar insignia to give away to customers for free?"

Ivan said, "The goods have arrived and are in the warehouse."

Martin only saw a few examples; more examples are needed: "Give them to the customers who come in tomorrow, let them wear them on their collars, and they can get a free beer with them. I'll talk to the boss about it."

The golden retriever asked curiously, "Boss Martin, what are you going to do?"

Martin only had an idea; whether it would work or not still needed to be verified.

This is not the same complicated operation that targeted the media and both conservative and liberal factions as before. Offering a $1 prize to test ordinary people, including him, is irresponsible to both himself and others.

Martin went into the club and told Vincent that the badges were going to be given to customers anyway, and there would be no problem distributing them starting tomorrow.

"Have you thought of a solution?" Vincent asked.

Martin elaborated, "It's a vague feeling; I need to look at more details to grasp that feeling."

Last time, Martin gave Vincent confidence, and Vincent said, "You can call upon the club's manpower and resources."

Compared to other channels, Vincent has more faith in clubs that are completely under his control, at least to ensure that his share will not be problematic.

Martin went downstairs; it was quite late, and customers were leaving one after another.

Bruce, now with a moment to himself, asked, "Have you thought of a solution?"

"It's tough," Martin shook his head slightly and said, "Have you been busy during the day these past few days?"

Bruce asked, "We'll settle the debt in the morning, but we'll have time in the afternoon."

Martin nodded: "Go and find out which tabloid Atlanta men like the most, and it would be best if you could find a way to get in touch with their reporters."

Upon hearing about the media and reporters, Bruce immediately became interested: "Continue to earn extra money?"

Martin looked at him with disdain: "Old Brooks, you're a civilized man, why does all you talk about is money?" He prefaced his statement by saying, "You probably can't make any extra money."

Bruce lost all interest: "I'll let you know if there's any news."

After the club closed, as usual, Martin got into his Ford sedan, observed for a while, and then left.

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In the office on the second floor, Vincent asked, "What did Martin do?"

The blond guy who first called Martin "boss" sniffed and said, "I talked to Ivan about the black guy across the street and told Ivan to stop talking about racism and not cause trouble for the club."

Vincent nodded slightly. Martin, that bastard, was much better than his father.

The blond man added, "Afterwards, Martin went to the Black Bar and came back to tell Ivan about the insignia."

Vincent thought for a while, but had no clue, and said, "You can go home now. Report to me immediately if anything happens."

The golden retriever replied, "Yes, boss."

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Just after noon, Martin fetched his tools and prepared to get to work.

While doing handicrafts, I thought of that Hollywood film crew and took out my phone to call Jerome.

Jerome has some connections in Hollywood, so he asked Jerome to help him find out who Kelly Gray's friend, the female production manager Andrew mentioned, is.

There are also related circumstances.

Inside the house, Elena was fast asleep when she suddenly found herself falling into a deep pit.

The rotting body inside the pit greeted her warmly: "Hello, my dear niece."

Elena woke up with a start and sat up.

Martin's old wooden bed creaked and groaned, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

Elena looked out the window and saw the backyard. She felt a chill in the air and quickly found Martin's shirt, put it on, and went out into the living room.

She went to the doorway, leaned against the doorframe, and saw Martin sawing wood in the yard with a handsaw. "Idiot," she asked, "what are you doing?"

Martin wiped his brow: "The wooden bed is about to fall apart; it needs to be reinforced."

Elena noticed the wood looked familiar and asked, "Where did you get it?"

Martin continued working: "The fence in the churchyard was too dense, making it difficult for thieves to rob the graves, so I did a good deed and helped to remove some of it."

The Carter family was used to doing these things, so Elena didn't think much of it. But Martin's clumsy movements made her frown: "You're terrible at handicrafts. You're not even as good as Lily and Hall. Lily came back early this afternoon. Should we have her help you?"

Hearing Lily's name, Martin remembered her foul mouth and shook his head: "Guess what that idiot Lily would say if she came?" He mimicked Lily's tone: "Wow, Martin, the hole in your bed frame, the broken bed leg, how did it break..."

Elena kicked out a slipper: "Get to work and stop talking nonsense!"

Martin threw down the handsaw, brushed the sawdust off his hands, grabbed Elena, and pulled her inside: "Alright, enough talk, let's get to work!"

It was late afternoon when the two of them drove out.

Elena was going to help out at the Methodist church and pick up some free food.

Martin asked, "No problems over there?"

Elena knew what Martin was asking: "The two sides are mortal enemies. If one side holds a protest, the other side immediately follows suit. Nobody thinks that a poor, good-for-nothing like me can do anything."

She took out her chastity ring and put it on, her previous aura completely gone: "Put me down far away later, don't let those idiots see you."

Martin hadn't even put Elena down when he received a call from Bruce saying things were looking promising.

"Come over at 4:30," Bruce reminded him. "The front door is blocked by municipal maintenance vehicles, so there's no parking. I've left the back door open for you; just come in when you get there."

"No problem." Martin saw Elena off. It was a bit early, so he didn't bother going back and headed straight to the Baka community.

The back door of Bruce's house was open, and Martin went inside.

He walked towards the living room, heard noises coming from the bedroom, and called out as he approached the master bedroom: "Old Bu!"

As he spoke, he glanced inside and quickly backed away, saying, "Sorry, Monica, and Old Brooks, I didn't see you."

(End of this chapter)