Taking the check, Martin took a look at it and saw that the amount was wrong, only $100.

That's two weeks' pay.

Martin recalled the situation when he arrived, saying, "Mr. Max, we agreed to pay $45 a day, and I worked for you for 12 days in two weeks. ”

"You've never signed a daily contract with me, so it's only the minimum hourly wage." Max had already considered the situation when Martin Davis was injured and had been prepared for it for a long time.

The worker injured his head in such a complicated place, once entangled, it was quite troublesome, Max blocked the road in advance: "You fell off the roof and smashed the owner of the house, Mr. Paul's dog house, which cost him $1,200, and I compensated him $1,000 for it, you can ask Mr. Paul for verification." ”

Paul, a friend of Max's friends since he was a teenager, said hello early: "Bill and Jones, who worked with you, proved that you were primarily responsible for drinking and working, operating illegally, and not listening to dissuasion, causing accidents and causing huge property damage to your employer." ”

"In addition, your actions have seriously damaged the company's reputation and caused the company to lose three orders of business in a row." Dealing with this kind of poor, dropout and ignorant sand sculpture youth, Max easily and freely played a series of combination punches.

He pulled out a folder and pushed it to Martin: "Look, this is a termination agreement due to you, and your actions have caused the company to lose three important customers. ”

Martin opened it for a quick look, and there was no problem on the surface, but it was easy for a company to get such a file.

Max smiled benevolently: "I didn't take you to court and claim damages from you, but paid $100 based on humanitarianism, and you should say thank you." ”

He also kindly reminded: "If you have any objections, you can appeal to the union and apply for arbitration." Sorry, I forgot, you don't have a regular job, you can't afford to pay your dues, you haven't been a unionist. ”

Martin closed the text and fell into thought, which was not easy.

Max twitched his nose one after another, and his expression became even more excited: "You can't afford a lawyer, you can apply for legal aid from the ATL Legal Aid Society, I heard that you can queue for several months at most." ”

It's an all-round crushing from class to money, even if Max is just a small boss of a small company.

Martin himself does not understand the laws and regulations of the United States, and he has not even received the predecessor of Happy Education, and it is impossible for him to have relevant knowledge reserves.

Max knocked the table: "Go back, young man, heal your injuries, the company welcomes you back at any time." ”

Martin put away the check and looked at Max, the path of normal procedure seemed to be difficult to navigate.

Without him, class and money.

The door at the back opened, and a strong Latin man appeared.

There's no way Martin could drag his injured leg to do anything and turn around and leave Max's office.

As he descended the stairs, he searched his memory carefully to determine what he had found.

But if Max just sucks, it's not a matter at all, and no one cares.

This stuff is flooding in Atlanta.

Martin got into the car and saw a Cadillac parked not far away, which he remembered as Max's car.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, jotting down the license plate number, and remembering more about Max, especially the way he had to go home, Martin started the car and drove that way.

Max lives in a middle-class neighborhood, not very far from Clayton.

Martin drove down the road he remembered, then back to the Clayton neighborhood and into Carter's house.

Elena came up and asked, "That damn give the money?" ”

Martin pulled out a cash check and handed it to her: "I met a tough boss. ”

"Only $100?" Elena was very angry: "Does he treat you like a beggar? ”

Harris took painkillers, temporarily suppressed the pain, and said, "What is the probability of winning if we apply for arbitration or legal aid?" ”

Sitting on the couch, Martin said, "We're poor and we can't afford it." ”

Hall suddenly answered: "Take the gun and kill him!" ”

Lily sneered, "With the gun under you? I haven't grown up yet! ”

Elena punched her head and pointed to the bedroom door: "Go in, I won't speak, you two idiots are not allowed to come out!" ”

The siblings twisted their heads to one side and went into the bedroom.

Martin waited until the bedroom door closed and spoke again, "Harris, can you move around normally?" ”

Harris nodded: "I took painkillers, no problem." ”

Martin didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "I have worked for Max for two weeks, I know him well, this is a man who takes care of his family, he leaves the company and goes home at half past three every day, he walks the same road every time, and there is a suitable intersection on that road, we are waiting for him there." ”

Elena was surprised: "What do you want to do?" Roadblock robbery? ”

Harris flinched: "If I rob Max, the probability of going to jail is as high as 90%, and I still want to apply to college." ”

"What do you two idiots think?" Martin's fist slammed into the armrest of the sofa: "I am a person with principles and bottom lines!" ”

Elena couldn't figure it out: "I don't want to go to hell prison, Lily and Hall, two idiots......"

"Shut up or listen to me!" Martin quickly recounted what he had considered, and then said, "Within their rules, the poor man will never be able to defeat the rich, and we must jump out." ”

Harris muttered: "Principles and bottom line ......"

Martin doesn't care: "We have principles and bottom lines, but principles and bottom lines have to be flexible. ”

Elena gave her two middle fingers and agreed: "The idiot has finally gotten a little smarter." ”

Martin grabbed Elena by the leg, pulled off a few hairs from the teddy bear doll pants, and asked, "Can you get a teddy bear doll costume?" ”

Elena raised her eyebrows: "No problem." ”

Martin asked again, "Are there any cameras or anything like that?" ”

Harris preemptively said, "There should be stolen goods in Scott's store." ”

Scott Carter sells stolen goods, barely enough money for him to drink and eat rice.

"Good!" Martin commanded: "Elena, you go get the doll costume, I'll go find Scott, Harris, you take care of those two idiots, don't let them make trouble again!" ”

Elena was the first to stand up, and as she walked out, she said, "Slackers, hurry up and run, Operation Teddy Bear has begun!" ”

She drove back to the mall where she was promoting.

Martin heads to the north side of the neighborhood and finds a miniature grocery store.

Scott Carter sat at the counter, grabbed a bottle of rum and poured it into his mouth, and when he saw Martin, he burped and said, "Boy, what are you doing?" ”

Martin came to the counter: "Your son Harris broke his arm. ”

Scott took a sip of wine and said, "Remind him to go to the hospital." ”

Martin, knowing that Scott wouldn't shell out, asked, "Is there a camera?" ”

"The camera doesn't have it, the camera does." Scott put down the wine bottle and showed off a miniature camera: "JVC new goods, I just received it last week, you help me find a buyer, and I will give you a cut." ”

Martin saw this model and took it and fiddled with it: "Can it still be used?" ”

Scott craned his neck: "Of course it works!" ”

Martin picked it up and left, without looking back: "Harris treatment is going to be used, and I will return it to you." ”

"Damn it, stop, stop!" Scott shouted fiercely, but did not chase.

Back at Carter's house, Elena soon returns, and the three of them meet up and set off together.

Operation Teddy Bear begins.