Is Chapter 858 compensation a job? (1 more)
Luke looked at the expressions of the four people and smiled: "Just kidding." However, I look at their appearance, there should be no money, so forget about losing money......"
The two black boys were in a lot of spirits at once, and seemed to be encouraged by the good news.
"But!" Luke continued unhurriedly: "There must be no less compensation, lest they think that they will not be punished for their bad deeds. β
Fudge was more explicit this time: "Yes." As long as you don't beat them to serious injuries, you're free. β
The lips of the two black boys turned white again: Big brother, do you want to play so badly! Didn't I give you legal fees?
Luke waved his hand: "I'm not interested in beating up children." However, just now you said that you want the two of them to find a regular job? β
Fudge nodded: "Yes, otherwise they will be in prison in less than two years if they wander the streets like this, and in a few years they will be dead on the streets." β
Luke: "Well, I'll hire them to work for me temporarily, even if it's their compensation." β
The four people in front of them were all stunned: "What? β
This condition sounds like Luke is making up for the two black boys, not for them.
Luke continued: "I'm going to renovate the house these days, and I'll leave all the construction waste to them to dispose of. The salary is paid on a daily basis, and it is ...... every hour Ten beautiful knives. β
The four of them were stunned again.
At present, the minimum hourly wage in the United States is only a little more than five dollars, and many low-level workers are striving to raise the hourly wage to about seven dollars and a half.
Ten dollars an hour is really not low for a temporary worker.
Luke looked at the two black boys, "Which of you has a driver's license?" β
The two black boys shook their heads in unison, but the short one added, "I know how to drive, but I don't have a driver's license." β
Luke wasn't surprised.
The United States is a nation on wheels, and in his early teens, he was encouraged by Drexes to drive a tractor and pickup truck on the ranch.
But you have to pass a written test to get a driver's license, and the short black boy definitely doesn't like this, so he didn't go to get a driver's license.
"Then find someone who can be trusted, who has a driver's license and can drive, and it is also ten dollars an hour, and he will be responsible for driving you to throw away construction waste. If you can find a car to transport the garbage, the rental fee can be extra. He said.
The two black boys glanced at each other, but still said shortly: "That...... What do we do? β
Luke glanced at him: "Of course, the driver is only responsible for driving, and you two should concentrate on moving garbage." β
The two black boys' eyes widened: "What? β
Luke said leisurely: "If you have professional skills, you can make money with skills, and if you don't have the ability, you can honestly sell coolies, isn't it very reasonable?" Who let you not have a driver's license. β
The short black boy gritted his teeth, and felt a burst of chagrin in his heart: I can drive a car by myself, and I even drive very well, but I just don't want to take the test.
At the stroke of a thought, he became a coolie who could only sell labor.
Not accepting the job?
He looked at Fudge on the side and directly rejected this naΓ―ve idea.
If you can make money and make up for what you just did, this guy will definitely force himself to accept this job.
If he hadn't accepted it, Fudge would definitely have to go to the "home visit", and he would have been caught by his cousin and nagged for a few days when he came home.
Under the watchful eyes of Luke and Fudge, the short black boy nodded aggrievedly: "Okay, I'll go find the driver later." β
Luke nodded with satisfaction: "Remember, my request is to transport the construction waste to a specialized garbage disposal company. If you throw it wherever you want, you won't get paid. β
The short boy hurriedly said, "I have to pay for it when I go to the garbage disposal company." β
Luke: "I'll pay the money, do I still expect you to pay for it?" β
The short boy bowed his head.
He has no money, so he can only accept his fate!
Fudge suddenly interjected: "Charlie, your cousin is still at home recently, right?" She still has a pickup? β
Charlie, the short black boy, was stunned for a moment, and then was surprised: "You want to call my cousin to drive?" β
Fudge smiled, "I trust her." β
Charlie was speechless.
Fudge's meaning, of course, is that he can't trust him, so it's best to find someone who can clean him up, and his cousin can make an extra amount of money by the way, so why not.
Fudge looked at Luke, "Is that okay?" β
Luke: "Yes. Well, you're Charlie, you're Raqqa, right? β
The two black boys nodded.
"You can get to work, and the sooner you work, the more you get paid." With that, Luke opened the door and motioned for them to enter.
Charlie and Rakqa looked at the door they had wanted to enter, but now they felt like it was a prison door, and their legs were as heavy as lead.
But under the watchful eyes of Luke and Fudge, the two could only move in.
Entering the house, the hall looked at the garbage heap that had become a small mountain, and the two let out a desperate moan.
Charlie couldn't help but roar in his heart: Are you decorating or demolishing the house? Why is there so much garbage?
In fact, Luke didn't tear down the house, but he did dig a hole, in a makeshift compartment in the hall.
Coupled with the garbage that was cleaned up on the fifth and fourth floors yesterday, it seems like a lot of piles together.
Outside, Fudge politely replied, "I'll call Charlie's cousin, her name is Claire Temple, and she should be coming soon." β
Luke: "Okay. β
Fudge pointed to a small building diagonally across from the building, where they had been before they came over just now: "That's Matt's and I's office, and the Nelson-Murdoch law firm on the third floor is owned by us, you can go there to find us if you have something." β
Luke: "Okay. β
With that, Fudge shook hands with him and said goodbye.
After Luke let go of his hand, he took the initiative to take two steps, stood in front of the thin young man and stretched out his hand: "Matt, get to know each other, and talk together when you have time." β
Matt reached out, and the two shook their hands, then let go.
Luke looked at the hand, and the corners of his mouth curled: interesting. A lawyer who has just graduated has such a pair of hands. It looks more suitable for beating people than your own hand!
Seeing Fudge and the others leave, they returned to their law firm more than twenty meters away, and he also returned to the house.
Looking at the two Charlie and Rakka, who were staring at the pile of garbage in a daze, he laughed: "How is it?" Seeing this big business, you are all speechless with joy! β
The two black boys stared at the cow-like eyes, and the whites of their eyes showed even more: Can you say something? It's a lot of stuff that we have to move.
Luke did it on purpose.
Will you be happy if you have money to earn? No, for the idle gangster kids, letting them honestly move bricks is the biggest torture.
For them, it is better to work hard to move bricks to make money, than to steal and rob, so that the money will be faster and easier.
Ease and speed are the key points.
In the past, you could sell dozens of dollars by stealing something, but now you can only earn dozens of dollars for moving bricks for a few hours, can this be the same thing!
He knew too well the mentality of this little gangster, so he didn't mind paying his salary.