Looking at their expressions, Luke smiled brightly. "I was just kidding. But from the looks of it, they don't have any money, so forget about the compensation … "
The two dark-skinned kids immediately became more spirited, seemingly encouraged by the good news.
"But!" Luke continued unhurriedly, "You can't give them any less compensation, in case they think they can get away with their bad deeds."
Foggy was even more straightforward this time. "Sure. As long as you don't seriously injure them, you can do whatever you want. "
The two boys' lips turned pale again. Bro, do you have to be so ruthless? You didn't even pay them a lawyer's fee!
Luke waved his hand. "I'm not interested in beating up kids. But you said just now that you want them to get proper jobs? "
Foggy nodded. "That's right. Otherwise, they'll end up in jail in less than two years, and their corpses will be strewn on the streets in a few years."
Luke said, "How about this? I'll hire them to work for me temporarily. That's their compensation."
The four boys were stunned. "What?"
It sounded like Luke was compensating the two boys, not the other way around.
Luke, however, continued, "I'm going to renovate the house in the next few days, and they'll take care of all the construction waste. They'll be paid on a daily basis … ten dollars an hour. "
The four boys were stunned again.
The minimum hourly wage in America was a little over five dollars, and many low-level workers were fighting to raise their hourly wage to around seven and a half dollars.
Ten dollars an hour really wasn't low for a temp.
Luke looked at the two boys. "Which one of you has a driver's license?"
The two boys shook their heads, but the shorter one added, "I can drive, but I don't have a license."
Luke wasn't surprised.
America was a country on wheels. When he was in his early teens, Drax had encouraged him to drive tractors and pickup trucks on the ranch.
But he had to pass a written test to get a driver's license, which the shorter boy definitely didn't like, so he hadn't gotten a license.
"Then find someone you trust who can drive with a driver's license. He'll also be paid ten dollars an hour. He'll drive you to dispose of the construction waste. If you can find a car to transport the waste, the rental fee will be extra, "he said.
The two dark-skinned kids looked at each other, and it was the shorter one who said, "Then … what should we do?"
Luke glanced at him. "The driver is only responsible for driving, of course. You two should focus on moving the garbage."
The two boys' eyes widened. "What?"
Luke said unhurriedly, "If you have professional skills, you can make money with them, and if you don't, you can just do manual labor. Isn't that very reasonable? It's your fault for not having a license. "
The short black boy gritted his teeth, feeling vexed. 'I f * cking know how to drive, and I'm even a pretty good driver. I just don't want to take the test.'
With a single thought, he had become a coolie.
Don't accept the job?
He looked at Foggy and rejected this naive idea.
Not only could he earn money, but he could also make up for what happened just now. This guy would definitely force him to accept this job.
If he didn't accept it, Foggy would definitely make a "home visit," and he would definitely be nagged by his cousin for a few days.
Under Luke and Foggy's covetous gazes, the short boy nodded aggrievedly. "Okay, I'll find a driver later."
Luke nodded in satisfaction. "Remember, my request is to transport the construction waste to a specialized garbage disposal company. If you throw it anywhere, you won't get paid. "
The short boy hurriedly said, "You have to pay to go to a garbage disposal company."
Luke said, "I'll pay for it. Do I expect you to pay for it?"
The short boy lowered his head.
He had no money, so he could only resign himself to fate!
Foggy suddenly interjected, "Charlie, is your cousin still at home? Does she have a pickup? "
The short boy, Charlie, was stunned for a moment before he was shocked. "You want my cousin to drive?"
Foggy smiled. "I trust her."
Charlie was lost for words.
What Foggy meant was, of course, that he didn't trust him, so it would be best to find someone who could deal with him. His cousin could also make more money in the meantime, so why not?
Foggy looked at Luke. "Can I?"
Luke said, "Yes. Hm, you're Charlie, and you're Raqqa, right? "
The two boys nodded.
"You can start work now. The earlier you start, the more money you'll get." Luke then opened the door and gestured for them to enter.
Charlie and Raqqa looked at the door that they had wanted to enter a moment ago, but now it felt like a prison door, and their legs felt as heavy as lead.
But under Luke and Foggy's gazes, they could only move in.
After entering the house, the two of them groaned in despair as they looked at the pile of garbage in the hall.
Charlie couldn't help but roar inwardly, Are you renovating or tearing down the house? Why is there so much trash?
In fact, Luke hadn't torn down the house, but had dug a hole in one of the temporary compartments in the hall.
Together with the trash he had cleaned up on the fifth and fourth floors yesterday, there was a lot of it piled up together.
Outside the house, Foggy said a few polite words and said goodbye. "I'll call Charlie's cousin. Her name is Claire Temple. She should be here soon."
Luke said, "Okay."
Foggy pointed at a small building diagonally across the street, where they had been. "That's my and Matt's office. We own the Nelson & Murdock law firm on the third floor. You can look for us there if you need anything."
Luke said, "Okay."
After that, Foggy shook hands with him and left.
After letting go, Luke took two steps forward and stretched out his hand in front of the skinny young man. "Matt, let's get to know each other. Let's chat when we're free."
Matt stretched out his hand, and they shook hands before letting go.
Looking at the hand, Luke smiled. Interesting. A lawyer who had just graduated actually had such hands. They looked even more suitable for hitting people than his own hands!
After watching Foggy and Selina leave and return to their law firm twenty meters away, Luke returned to the house.
Looking at Charlie and Raqqa, who were staring at the pile of trash in a daze, he smiled. "How is it? You're so happy that you can't say anything when you see this huge business deal, right? "
The two boys glared at him like bulls, and the whites of their eyes showed even more. Can you speak like a human? We have to move this pile of stuff.
Luke was doing it on purpose.
Would it be happy to make money? No, for idle kids, making them carry bricks obediently was the greatest torture.
For them, instead of working hard to make money, they might as well steal or rob; it was faster and easier that way.
Easier and faster was the key.
In the past, they could sell anything they stole for dozens of dollars, but now, they could only earn dozens of dollars by working hard for a few hours. How could that be the same thing?
He knew the mentality of these hooligans too well, which was why he didn't mind paying them.
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