America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

By 10 a.m., vehicles began to arrive one after another at the public parking lot near Peachtree Street square.

More than twenty people from the House of Beast, including Martin and Bruce, dressed in vests bearing the club name, arrived at their destination, hauling various materials for the gathering.

Martin yelled, "Lads, let's show our pride!"

The club members responded with a roar and got to work.

Hart suddenly ran over with a flag, "Martin dad, if you hang yourself up there, you'd look absolutely majestic!"

Carrington and Ivan and the others started to jeer, "Hurry up, hang Martin dad up in the tree!"

Martin looked around and pulled out his trump card, "You idiots, whoever talks too much, I'll dock their subsidy, both from the club and the Freedom Association!"

The guys straightened up; the two subsidies together were over a hundred dollars a day.

"Here come the beauties," Hart got excited.

Two buses stopped at the curb, and nearly a hundred women in their twenties and thirties got off under the guidance of Ella and Monica and joined up with the people from the House of Beast Club.

Carrington said, "Some of them look familiar."

Hart recognized them, "Those who went wild at the club last time."

Monica came over and gave Bruce a passionate kiss.

This prompted continuous whistling from the people of House of Beast.

Martin, seeing the men and women overflowing with hormones and not doing their jobs, shouted, "Get back to work! Once this wraps up, there'll be plenty of time for fooling around."

With the crowd growing, maintaining order became a challenge.

Martin could only resort again to his trump card, "Anyone who messes around during work will have their free food withheld!"

Finally, there was some semblance of order.

Flags were erected, banners were stretched out, posters were hoisted.

Martin asked Ella, "When will the media reporters arrive?"

Ella replied, "Need to wait a bit longer."

Martin gave Bruce a meaningful glance, and the wise guys from the House of Beast began contacting their families and friends, urging them to call the news hotline.

A few tens of dollars was not a small amount.

Bruce frowned, "Buddy, what you're doing isn't working, no one's paying attention to us."

Martin said, "Why don't you streak here? That would certainly make you famous in no time."

Bruce instinctively lifted the back of his shirt, exposing his gun holster.

Martin grabbed him, "Old Cloth, now's not the time to be playing the civilized man."

Bruce retorted, "I just wanted to see how stinky the dog shit is under your skull!"

Martin took out his phone, Elena called, "Milton left the training center, he's in an old black Lincoln Continental."

When Martin hung up the phone, Bruce asked, "Is that bitch coming soon?"

"He'll be here soon," Martin told the club's blockheads, "Guys, the bastard who insulted us is about to arrive, get ready!"

He looked at Ivan and Goldie, "Blow your trumpets as loud as you can, and Old Cloth, find a place to hide that big head of yours, it's not your time to shine yet."

...

The black Lincoln Continental was heading towards headquarters.

In the car, Milton instructed his assistant, "Release the article as soon as possible, and increase the scale of the next round of free skill training. We need to let the whole country know that we are the ones actually getting things done."

The assistant mentioned, "Just got a call, people from the House of Beast are protesting in front of headquarters."

Milton didn't pay much attention to low-end matters, "House of Beast, that male stripper club?"

"A new knife we found," the assistant gave a brief explanation.

Milton nodded slightly and said offhandedly, "Have someone down there find a chance to smear them."

Nearing the Methodist Association's main entrance on Lincoln Continental, Milton turned his head slightly and saw the protesters in front of the main gate, with "House of Beast" written on their bodies.

Milton glanced at them and then looked away, only to hear an extremely shrill whistle.

Following the sound, he saw the protesters pulling up a new banner.

"Two ex-wives cheated, because you're useless."

"A man who can't handle his wife can't lead a family."

"Jessica and Lina send their regards: you waste of a man!"

Though no names were mentioned, Milton understood at once.

He remembered his most embarrassing moments, when not only did his two ex-wives have affairs, they also brought men home and messed around in his bed in front of their wedding photo.

The staunchest of the Conservative Faction wasn't formed for no reason.

In the crowd of demonstrators, suddenly two men turned around, pulled down their pants, and bared their backsides.

One had "Lina" written on it, the other had "Jessica."

The assistant quietly gave the driver a look, and the driver sped up, entering the headquarters' gate.

Milton got out of the car, looking as usual, and walked towards the office building.

But the sound of the whistles at the gate kept coming, reminding him of what his two ex-wives had done.

Yet, Milton had weathered many storms and was able to keep his composure.

...

As the outside commotion subsided, Martin said, "Hart, Carrington, stop hanging around here."

Hart hitched up his pants, shaking his buttocks, "Daddy Martin, you gotta add an oxtail meal for me at lunchtime!"

Martin, with the magnanimity of the Freedom Association, said, "Don't worry, you'll all get some. If you can't come up with something new by tomorrow, I'll have Old Cloth attach oxtails to you!"

After thinking for a bit, Hart said, "Don't we have photos of his two ex-wives? Make them into flag posters and hang them on the lampposts at the gate. That son of a bitch will surely vomit blood."

The others chimed in, "Good idea."

Someone else added, "Hang up the current one too!"

"Very good, very good," Martin said, "And when you get arrested by the APD, no one will come to bail you out."

Seeing a TV interview van approaching, Ella reminded them, "Get serious, the reporters are coming."

She thought to herself that indeed it was a low-end event, not suitable for Mrs. Gray to appear.

Martin said, "Hart, fasten your belt properly, do you really want to sell your butt to the reporters?"

As the first press agency arrived, more and more reporters followed.

The Freedom Association had specific arrangements for media reporters, with Ella and Martin giving separate interviews.

Martin mainly spoke about the House of Beast, advocating it as a symbol of freedom.

In the afternoon, as Milton's Lincoln Continental came out, the sharp whistles rang out once again.

Milton remained calm as if nothing had happened.

Today's rally ended there. On the way back, Martin and Bruce got into the same car.

"Old Cloth, the bar is in your hands these next few nights."

"You're in charge of the bar," Bruce said, "Are you sure he's going to the Wild Forest Bar?"

Martin replied, "Not sure, but the information I got says Milton goes to that bar for a drink on about ten days every month."

"How did I ever get suckered in by your crap," Bruce said, "to do this ass of a job?"

Martin, ever thick-skinned, "You say my head's filled with dog shit, well, you're a piece of dog shit too. Only shit can stay together forever."

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