Chapter 746 I Wish You a Good Dream Tonight! (First Update!)

The person who spoke was Frank's wife. Her voice was clear and soft, with a little caution and a little fear. She was afraid that the blond man in front of her would refuse, and she was even more afraid that he would set a trap to frame them.

Her husband Frank was just an ordinary welder. Although he joined the local welder union in Baltimore, the union would only help when he asked for wages. At other times, it was not very useful.

She was just a housewife. The only relationships she could find were her parents at home and a few neighbors who were also housewives.

The social networks of people who could live together were almost the same, without exception.

If the man in front of them wanted to frame them, they would have almost no room for resistance. Even if there was a slight chance, they would only look for the police for help.

But if they were also looking for the police, the relationship that this seemingly rich man in front of them was definitely stronger than theirs.

Frank's wife thought so, staring at Franklin without blinking, and at the same time, her hand gently grasped her husband Frank.

After not hearing Franklin's words for a long time, the woman's body also bent slightly, forming a state of exerting force.

Frank, who was standing next to him, clenched his fists tightly from beginning to end. The only difference was that the veins on his fists gradually bulged over time.

Franklin saw all the actions of the couple. In response to the reactions of the two people, Franklin tilted his head slightly, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled faintly.

"Don't be nervous, the dream I mentioned is true. I really want to help people without a home get a house, and I also want to help people without a job find a job."

"I didn't rush to answer you, but I couldn't believe that you would answer so decisively."

"After all, when I was in other states and talked to other people, they all thought I was a circus clown after listening to me."

With a self-deprecating smile on his face, Franklin turned and walked to the kitchen bar next to him, spreading the folder in his hand on the bar.

He waved his hand and waited for Frank and his wife to come to the bar. He took a pen and explained the documents one by one.

"This is a loan contract, interest-free for two years. You don't need to pay interest in the first two years, you only need to pay the same amount of the house price. Even if the interest increases later, it is within your tolerance. In order to help you get a loan, we will help you fabricate some identities."

"Of course, this identity will not interfere with your life, but just to help you get a loan better."

"What you have to do is to register the information we give you when the relevant bank staff come to your door to ask questions and register information."

"To ensure that the loan is approved."

"This is the identity information prepared for you, take a look."

Another file on the folder was pushed out by Franklin, and Frank and his wife took the file and took a closer look, and found that it was two file forms.

In the file form, Frank is still a welder, but in the column of his job description, there are more descriptions, describing him as a master craftsman, and his weekly salary has also soared from $1,000 to $2,400.

But at the end, there is another line of words explaining this high weekly salary.

(On the premise of working overtime for 4 hours!)

Looking at this line of description, Frank read the file form again from the beginning.

This time, he saw the clue.

In the description of this file form, he is a workaholic, a workaholic who is willing to work overtime for his family.

Even in the evaluation of his colleagues, he is also an overtime maniac.

The whole file form is correct, but not so correct, because he is not a workaholic at all, and he is even a lazy guy.

He even calculated in his mind that if he worked overtime for 4 hours a day, and even worked on Saturdays and Sundays, he could indeed make a weekly salary of about $2,400.

So...

This Mr. Franklin did not lie to himself, he really helped himself to prepare the materials.

Very good!

After reading his own form, Frank turned around and found that his wife was staring at the file form that belonged to his wife.

With doubts, he took his wife's file form.

This look made his mind even more confused.

Because the wife's file clearly stated that she was an unemployed housewife, that is, a housewife.

However, in the salary column, there was a higher number than his - a weekly salary of $3,000.

And below was the weekly salary structure.

Raising three children for America - worth $500 per month.

Washing clothes and cooking for the children - worth $500 per month.

Tutoring homework for the children - worth $500 per month.

Washing clothes and cooking for the husband - worth $500 per month.

Seeing this salary structure, Frank's hand trembled subconsciously, and he turned his head and looked at Franklin in disbelief.

Trembling, he asked, "Is this okay?"

"This is fine!" Franklin responded decisively, then showed a look of reassurance, and then reached out to take the two file forms, and then pressed his finger on the signature position at the bottom of the file form.

"Sign your name here, and after signing your name, all you have to do is memorize the things on the file form and wait for the bank staff to come to ask."

"They will come to your door in about seven days, and your loan will be approved in about half a month."

"Finally, it's your job, Mrs. Frank. The community below us still lacks a community grid member."

"My daily job is to record community members and coordinate the noisy disputes between families in the community."

"Besides you, there will be several other people. Your weekly salary is $200."

"The salary is not too high, but it won't take up any extra time on your part. It's very suitable for a housewife like you."

"You can go out more and communicate with other people, and you can better educate your children at home."

"America would be proud of having a mother like you!"

While talking, another employment contract was pushed to Frank's wife by Franklin.

The content of the contract is very simple, which is to hire Frank's wife to be the grid worker of this community.

The weekly salary is only US$200, and he works five days a week, but his working hours are only two hours from 2:00 to 4:00 every afternoon. When converted, the hourly salary is US$20.

Not a bad price.

After reading the contents of the contract, Frank's wife signed her name directly on it without any hesitation.

After the employment contract was signed, Franklin took out the relevant housing transaction contract and loan contract and placed them in front of the couple.

This time, Frank and his wife did not hesitate. They each picked up their pens, signed their names at the signature location, and pressed their fingerprints.

After the two signed the contract, Franklin took out the seal from his arms, signed his name and stamped it with the undertaker.

After confirming that there was no missing signature, he put the contract back into the folder, took back the seal, bowed deeply to the person in front of him, and said:

"Guys, please wait for 15 minutes, I'll go out!"

After finishing speaking, he left without looking back. Frank and his wife, who stayed in the room, looked at the departing figure and did not recover for a long time.

After a while, Frank turned to look at his wife and asked:

"Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!" Frank's wife shook her head slightly and looked back at the child.

Finally, he said firmly: "You and the child are here, I'm not afraid!"

A few minutes later, Franklin reappeared at the door of the house. This time, he had a small box in his hand.

He carried the box to the bar and put it down.

Then he took out a small red velvet box from his chest.

The small box was opened as he handed it over, and inside lay three keys, which were the keys to this house.

Putting the box on the bar, Franklin turned around and opened the small box on the bar.

Inside the box was a cake, the size of three adults' fists.

It's not big, but the words "Happy New Home" are written in English on it.

Take out the only candle from the corner of the box, insert it on top of the cake, and light it with a lighter.

Then he pushed the cake forward slightly and shouted to the children playing next to him: "It's time to eat the cake!"

When the three children came to his side, he showed a warm smile and bowed elegantly towards the family of five:

"I wish you a good dream at night!"

After saying his blessing, Franklin turned around and left without looking back. The pace of his departure was very cute, jumping and singing cheerfully along the way.

As soon as he walked out of the corner of the yard and walked into the sunshine, the smile on Franklin's face quickly disappeared and turned into a cunning smile.

Back in the car, he started the car and took out his cell phone to make a call.

After exchanging a few words with the person on the other end of the phone and telling him an address, he immediately drove towards that address.

It was a very ordinary small building in the center of Baltimore, but there were people standing in front of such an ordinary small building.

These people are both men and women, but they have the same characteristics, that is, these people queuing up are holding children, and they look like a family.

When Franklin walked over, a staff member happened to see him at the door and quickly raised his hand to say hello:

"Hello, Chairman!"

This shout immediately attracted the attention of the people in line to the blond man, especially after hearing the word chairman, their eyes lit up.

But just as these people were about to walk towards Franklin, the staff member who had just shouted stood up immediately and raised his hand to stop these people:

"Everyone, please line up in an orderly manner, thank you."

Polite but distant, as soon as he finished speaking, Franklin held his shoulders and shook his head gently at the staff member.

Pushing the staff away, Franklin raised his eyes and looked at the people queuing in front of him:

"Ladies and gentlemen, and lovely children, I know everyone is in a hurry, but please don't worry."

"We will serve you wholeheartedly and strive to bring you a suitable and desired house so that everyone can have a beautiful family."

"So please don't be anxious and don't make any noise."

"Everyone hasn't had lunch, right? I'm going to ask someone to make arrangements here. What do you want to eat? Donuts? Or hamburgers?"

"Would you like a Coke?"

The witty words put bright smiles on the faces of those waiting in line, and also made them respond one by one:

"Two donuts and a Coke, thank you!"

"I want a lettuce burger, no meat!"

"I want……"

No matter what these people asked, Franklin stood there smiling and nodding, seeming to take note of the words.

After a while, the voices in the team gradually stopped. He turned around, walked straight into the door, found the staff member who had just spoken at the door, and nodded:

"It was good just now. You find two people to go to a nearby fast food restaurant. According to the number of people, each person will get two donuts and a cup of Coke."

"Have the fast food restaurant deliver it as soon as possible."

After explaining to the staff, Franklin walked deeper into the hall. Deep in the hall was a small separate office. In the office, families were standing next to the staff, signing documents to buy houses under the guidance of the staff. .

After wandering around the small office, Franklin found the person in charge and dragged him into the general manager's office.

Lying down on the chair, he crossed his legs and asked:

"How's the battle going?"

The general manager chuckled and did not answer directly. Instead, he placed the document he had been holding in front of Franklin, and then stepped aside:

"Mr. Franklin, I can't say anything else, but I think your dream is a stroke of genius."

“Now other real estate companies are focusing on the middle class and above, and no one cares about the middle class and below.”

"Their market is huge, and especially when you say moms work at home and there's value in it, that's what appeals to feminists."

"You don't even know how bright those women's eyes were when we took these loan information to the bank to get a loan."

“I’ve never seen a project where lending money is as easy as it is now.”

"Right now, here in Baltimore, there's $1.7 billion in loans just from banks, and that's all cash flow."

"After deducting necessary handling fees and expenses that must be left behind, we still have about US$1 billion in cash flow. By using this cash flow, we can leverage at least another US$8 billion in assets."

"If we cooperate with Norman Bank again, we can leverage more."

"In addition, Norman Bank has also sent a new letter, asking us to select some suitable communities, assemble some new asset packages, and then sell them to Chinese businessmen."

"Look..."

The person in charge consciously stopped talking here and let Franklin make his own decision.

On the chair, Franklin picked up the document in front of him and spent more than ten minutes reading it all. Then he nodded his head gently:

"Divide the community in the north into three asset packages. The price doesn't need to be too expensive, but it doesn't need to be too low either."

"When making asset packages, make the handling fee a little higher, do you understand?"

He threw the document to the person in charge. The person in charge hurriedly took it and nodded: "Understood!"