This temporary construction team had been set up at Luke's suggestion, and Foggy and the others supervised it at all times. In the past two months, it really did look like a renovation company.
According to Luke's understanding from his previous life, it could be considered a contractor team that had some semblance of a formal company.
Foggy, Karen, and a few old renovation workers each took on some of the responsibilities of a contractor.
Foggy and Karen were good at management, and the old renovation workers were also very experienced. Coupled with the fact that Luke had donated quickly and promptly, this temporary team had a very good environment.
Now, this temporary team of knock-off contractors somehow had the beginnings of a small home improvement company. It was operating steadily, and some people were tempted.
After the community reconstruction was finished, the old renovation workers brought a dozen or so "temporary" children to Foggy and seriously asked the little fatty if they could really set up a home improvement company.
A home improvement company with more than twenty people would be enough to take on the home improvement business of ordinary Americans.
Foggy was a little dazed by this sudden suggestion.
After two days of careful consideration, he and Karen helped the old decorators analyze the feasibility of the project.
In the end, they came to the conclusion that it was feasible.
But there was one thing that any new business had to face, and that was the problem of losses in the early stages.
There were very few businesses that didn't lose money as soon as they opened. The only difference was how long and how much.
For this possible home improvement company, the best way to start was to receive a large order.
With the profits from a large order, the new home improvement company would be able to rally the hearts of the employees, and the profits would be able to sustain operations for a period of time. They would then use this buffer period to expand their business base.
Luke immediately understood. "But it's hard to take a big order right off the bat. This company might have a hard time in the early stages. Who knows, after a month or two, the company might collapse."
Foggy said, "That's what I think too. But the competition in New York is too fierce. If they rush in like this, it's very likely that … "He made a diving gesture.
Luke smiled. "Actually, you're not worried about the old renovation workers, but the dozen or so children, right?"
Foggy subconsciously nodded. "That's right. Those old workers can continue working as blue-collar workers even if they don't start a company. Their lives won't be too bad, and they won't be hit too hard. However, the dozen or so children had finally gotten a chance to participate in the community reconstruction, and they did not quit during these two months. If their first venture fails, I'm afraid they'll think their efforts are meaningless. In the end, they can only join gangs, sell weed, go to jail, and one day die on the streets or in jail. "
Luke understood this concern.
A setback was not a big problem for people in their thirties or forties.
But the kids on the streets of Clinton could only be considered middle schoolers.
These children who grew up in a harsh environment were very sensitive. Even if they tried their best, they would still fail. It was very easy for them to think, "Since it's useless to try, why should I try?"
At that time, they would choose another path of no return and welcome the fate of dying before the age of thirty.
Luke thought for a moment and looked at Foggy. "What do you want me to help you with?"
Foggy chuckled. "Well, you're well-informed. Find a place that needs renovations. I'll have them come directly to your door …"
Stunned for a moment, Luke then had a strange expression on his face. "You mean, you want me to provide information on which houses are more damaged, and I'll have them pull in business?"
Foggy nodded. "It's best if it's a fight between a husband and wife, an accidental fire, a burst water pipe, and natural damage. It won't affect you."
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Foggy's idea was pretty good.
NYPD was the department that received the most such messages in New York.
A small renovation company of twenty people couldn't take on much work. Three to five small accidents every day were enough to keep them busy.
This wasn't a secret. An accident definitely couldn't be hidden from the neighbors, but NYPD was the only one who had the information.
Luke wasn't in a hurry to give an answer. He simply said, "Let me go back and think about it. I'll give you an answer tomorrow."
Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly thought of something. "Right, who are the dozen or so kids who are willing to work as renovators?"
Foggy looked at him strangely. "Charlie, Raqael, Hudson, Moby, Dido … Hm, you're familiar with most of them."
Luke smiled in satisfaction and stood up. "Well, I'm very happy that they're willing to walk the right path. It seems that my efforts weren't in vain. "
Watching Luke walk out of the office, Foggy couldn't help but complain in a low voice, "Did you use money to bribe their mothers and force these brats to carry bricks?"
Then, he shook his head and chuckled. "Forget it. At least these kids have hope."
There were close to 150 children and young people involved in the community reconstruction, but in the end, only 16 wanted to continue working with the old renovators, which was about 10%.
Luke had spent hundreds of thousands to give these kids a chance to choose their future anew. This was an impeccable charity.
Of course, Luke couldn't have missed what a certain fatty was saying behind his back. Fortunately, it was mostly positive.
He just smiled and went downstairs. After he got into the car, he told Selina about it.
Hearing that, Selina thought for a moment and nodded. "It doesn't seem difficult, right? It's not difficult to filter out information that doesn't involve privacy, and they don't need to do much. "
Luke nodded.
By not difficult, she meant using a smart program.
Whether it was Little Snail or Sponge, they could do the screening.
As for the news from the police radio, Little Snail had been monitoring it to begin with.
"It really isn't difficult," he said casually. "So, I'll invest some money in a shell company and own part of the shares in this home improvement company."
Selina: "Huh?"
Luke chuckled. "Do you remember why I started the community reconstruction plan?"
"To let those brats carry bricks until they puke," Selina replied without hesitation. She then understood. "Holy sh * t! You want them to carry bricks for you for the rest of their lives? "
Luke nodded matter-of-factly. "Of course. This is a blue-collar job that pays well. Many people in New York want it."
Selina: "… As long as you're happy."
It wouldn't take much money to start up this company. Everyone knew how skilled the old renovators were in the past two months; the houses that had been repaired were proof.
If they used the door-to-door service that Foggy had proposed, they definitely wouldn't lose out.
The only problem was that it would be tough for the dozen or so "temporary workers" to switch jobs to apprentices when they started pulling in clients.
But was that a bad thing?
As the old saying went, if you wanted to achieve great things, you had to eat dirt first.
As long as the dozen or so kids from the Clinton area ate dirt this time, they would become the "elders" of the home improvement company, and they would have a long way to go in the future.
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