Chapter 858 Compensation Is a Job?

Luke looked at the expressions of the four people and smiled brightly: "Just kidding. However, I think they don't have money, so forget about losing money..."

The two black boys felt a lot of energy at once, and seemed to be encouraged by this good news.

"But!" Luke continued unhurriedly: "There should be no less compensation, lest they think they don't need to be punished for doing bad things."

Fudge was more straightforward this time: "Yes. As long as you don't seriously injure them, you are free."

The lips of the two black boys turned white again: Big brother, do you want to play like this! Didn't I pay you attorney fees?

Luke waved his hand: "I'm not interested in beating children. However, you said just now that you want them both to find a formal job?"

Fudge nodded: "Yes, otherwise they will be hanging on the streets like this, and they will go to prison in two years, and they will be dead on the streets in a few years."

Luke: "In that case, I temporarily hire them to work for me, even if it's the compensation they give me."

The four people in front of them were stunned: "What?"

This condition sounds like Luke is compensating these two black boys, not their compensation to Luke.

Luke continued to say, "I'm going to renovate the house these days, and I will hand over all the construction waste to them. The salary will be paid by the end of the day, and it will be... ten dollars per hour."

The four were stunned again.

Now the minimum wage in the United States is just over five yuan per hour, and many low-level workers are fighting to raise it to around seven yuan per hour.

Ten yuan 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?"

The two black boys shook their heads in unison, but the short one added: "I can drive, but I didn't have a driver's license."

Luke was not surprised.

America is a country on wheels, and in his early 10s he was instigated by Drex to drive tractors and pickups on the ranch.

But I have to pass a written test to get a driver's license. The short black boy definitely didn't like this, so he didn't go to get a driver's license.

"Then find someone you can trust.

A person with a driver's license who can drive is also paid ten dollars an hour, and he is responsible for driving you to throw away construction waste. If you can find a car to transport the garbage, the rental fee is charged separately. ' he said.

The two black boys looked at each other, and the short one said, "Then... what are we doing?"

Luke glanced at him: "Of course the driver is only responsible for driving, you two should just concentrate on moving the garbage."

The two black boys widened their eyes: "what?"

Luke said leisurely: "If you have professional skills, you can make money with your skills. If you don't have the ability, you can honestly work hard. Isn't this a very reasonable thing? Who made you not have a driver's license."

The short black boy gritted his teeth and felt annoyed in his heart: he can drive a car, and he even drives very well, but he just doesn't want to take the test.

With a single thought, he has become a hard worker.

Not accepting the job?

He looked at Fudge next to him, and directly rejected the naive idea.

If he can make money and make up for what he did just now, this guy will definitely force himself to accept this job.

If he didn't accept it, Fudge would definitely go for a "home visit", and he would definitely be caught and nagged by his cousin for a few days when he got home.

Under the eyes of Luke and Fudge, the short black boy nodded sullenly: "Okay, I'll find the driver later."

Luke nodded with satisfaction: "Remember, my request is to transport construction waste to a special waste disposal company. If you throw it anywhere, you won't get paid."

The short boy hurriedly said, "I need money to go to the garbage disposal company."

Luke: "I will give the money, do I still expect you to pay?"

The little boy lowered his head.

He has no money and can only accept his fate!

Fudge suddenly interjected: "Charlie, is your cousin still at home recently? Does she have a pickup truck?"

Charlie, the short black boy, was stunned for a moment, then immediately surprised: "Do you want to ask my cousin to drive?"

Fudge smiled. "I trust her."

Charlie was speechless.

Of course, what Fudge meant was that he couldn't trust him. It would be best to find someone who could take care of him and keep an eye on him. His cousin could also make extra money by the way, so why not do it.

Fudge looked at Luke: "Can you?"

Luke: "Okay. Well, you're Charlie, you're Raka, right?"

The two black boys nodded.

"You can start work. If you work earlier, you can get more salary." Luke finished, opened the door, and signaled that they could go in.

Charlie and Raka looked at the door they wanted to go in just now, but now they felt that 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, looking at the garbage pile that has been piled up into a hill in the hall, the two groaned in despair.

Charlie couldn't help roaring in his heart: Are you decorating or demolishing the house? Why so much garbage?

In fact, Luke didn't demolish the house, but dug a hole in a temporary compartment in the hall.

In addition, the garbage on the fifth and fourth floors was cleaned up yesterday, and it seemed to be a lot piled up together.

Outside the house, Fudge said politely, and then said goodbye: "I will call Charlie's cousin, her name is Claire Temple, and she should be over soon."

Luke: "Okay."

Fudge pointed to a small building diagonally opposite, which is where they were just now: "That's Matt's and I's office, and the Nelson-Murdoch law firm on the third floor is ours, you You can go there to find us if you need anything."

Luke: "Okay."

After saying this, Fudge shook his hand 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 chat together when you have time."

Matt stretched out his hand, and the two of them shook hands, then let go.

Luke looked at the hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up: Interesting. A lawyer who just graduated, actually has such hands. It looks more suitable for hitting people than my own hand!

After watching Fudge and the two leave, and returning to their law firm more than 20 meters away, he also returned to the house.

Looking at the two Charlie and Raka staring at the pile of garbage in a daze, he laughed: "How is it? You are all too happy to be speechless when you see this big deal!"

The two black boys stared at cow-like eyes, and the whites of their eyes showed more: Can you speak something human? We need to move all this stuff.

Luke did it on purpose.

Will you be happy if you have money? No, for idle gangsters, letting them move bricks honestly is the biggest torture.

For them, if they work hard to make money, it is better to steal and rob, which will make money faster and easier.

This is where ease and speed are the key points.

In the past, you could sell tens of dollars by stealing something casually, but now you can earn only tens of dollars in bricks after working hard for a few hours. Is this the same thing!

He is too aware of the mentality of this little gangster, so he doesn't mind giving wages. ( )