Luke looked at the expressions of the four people and smiled brightly: "It was just a joke. However, from the looks of them, they don't seem to have any money, so forget about the compensation..."
The two black boys suddenly became much more energetic, as if they were encouraged by the good news.
"But!" Luke continued slowly, "The compensation they deserve must not be less, lest they think they can get away with doing bad things."
Fudge was more straightforward this time: "Sure. As long as you don't seriously injure them, you can do whatever you want."
The two black boys' lips turned pale again: "Brother, do you have to be so ruthless? I didn't give you any lawyer fees!"
Luke waved his hand. “I’m not interested in beating up kids. But, you said earlier that you wanted them to find a formal job?”
Fudge nodded. "Yes. Otherwise, if they continue to wander the streets like this, they will end up in jail in less than two years, and in a few years they will be dead on the streets."
Luke: "Then let me hire them temporarily to work for me. This will be their compensation to me."
The four people in front of him were all stunned: "What?"
This condition sounded more like Luke compensating the two black guys, rather than them compensating Luke.
Luke continued, "I'm going to renovate my house these days, so I'll give them all the construction waste. They'll pay me daily, about... ten dollars an hour."
The four people were stunned again.
The current minimum hourly wage in the United States is just over $5, and many low-level workers are fighting to increase their hourly wage to around $7.50.
Ten dollars an hour is really not a low wage for temporary workers.
Luke looked at the two black guys and asked, "Which of you has a driver's license?"
The two black boys shook their heads, but the shorter one added, "I can drive, but I don't have a driver's license."
Luke was not surprised.
The United States is a country on wheels. When he was in his early teens, he was instigated by Drexel to drive tractors and pickup trucks on the ranch.
But getting a driver's license requires a written test, and the short black boy definitely wouldn't like that, so he didn't go to get his driver's license.
"Then find someone you can trust, who has a driver's license and can drive, and pays him $10 an hour. He will be responsible for driving you to dispose of the construction waste. If you can find a car to transport the garbage, the rental fee can be calculated separately," he said.
The two black guys looked at each other, and the shorter one spoke: "Then... what should we do?"
Luke glanced at him and said, "The driver should only be responsible for driving. You two should just focus 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 skills, just do hard labor. Isn't this a very reasonable thing? Who told you not to have a driver's license?"
The short black boy gritted his teeth, feeling annoyed: I can drive, and I’m even pretty good at it, but I just don’t want to take the test.
With just one thought, he became a laborer.
Don't accept the job
He looked at Fudge beside him and directly rejected this naive idea.
This guy will definitely force himself to accept this job because he can make money and compensate for what happened just now.
If he hadn't accepted, Fudge would definitely have to go on a "home visit", and when he got home he would definitely be caught by his cousin and scolded for several days.
Under the watchful eyes of Luke and Fudge, the short black boy nodded frustratedly: "Okay, I'll go find the driver later."
Luke nodded in satisfaction. “Remember, my requirement is to transport the construction waste to a specialized waste disposal company. If you just throw it anywhere, you won’t get paid.”
The short boy quickly said, "You have to pay to go to the garbage disposal company."
Luke: "I'll pay for it, do you really expect me to pay for it?"
The short boy lowered his head.
He has no money, so he can only accept his fate!
Fudge suddenly interrupted: "Charlie, your cousin is still at home recently, right? She also has a pickup truck?"
Charlie, the short black boy, was stunned for a moment, then surprised: "You want to ask my cousin to drive?"
Fudge smiled: "I believe her."
Charlie was speechless.
Of course, what Fudge meant was that he didn't trust him, so it would be best to find someone who could deal with him to keep an eye on him. His cousin could also make some extra money at the same time, so why not
Fudge looked at Luke and said, "Is it okay?"
Luke: "Okay. Um, you're Charlie, and you're Laka, right?"
The two black boys nodded.
"You can start working now. The earlier you work, the more salary you can get." Luke said, opened the door and signaled them to go in.
Charlie and Laka looked at the door that they had wanted to enter just now, but now they felt that it was a prison door, and their legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
But under the watchful eyes of Luke and Fudge, the two had no choice but to move in.
After entering the house, the two groaned in despair at the garbage pile that had piled up into a small mountain in the hall.
Charlie couldn't help but roar in his heart: Are you renovating or demolishing the house? Why is there so much garbage
In fact, Luke did not demolish the house, but he dug a hole in a temporary compartment in the hall.
Add to that the garbage that was cleaned up from the fifth and fourth floors yesterday, and the piles together seem like a lot.
Outside the house, Fudge exchanged a few polite words and said goodbye: "I will call Charlie's cousin, her name is Claire Temple, she should be here soon."
Luke: “Okay.”
Fudge pointed to a small building across the street, which was where they were before they came over. "That's Matt and I's office. We own the Nelson-Murdoch Law Firm on the third floor. If you have any questions, you can come find us there."
Luke: “Okay.”
After saying this, Fudge shook hands with him and said goodbye.
After Luke let go of his hand, he took two steps forward, stood in front of the thin young man and extended his hand: “Matt, let’s get to know each other. Let’s chat when we have time.”
Matt held out his hand, and they shook hands, then let go.
Luke looked at the hand and raised his lips: Interesting. A lawyer who just graduated has such a pair of hands. They look more suitable for beating people than mine!
After watching Fudge and the other man leave and return to their law firm more than 20 meters away, he also returned to the house.
Looking at Charlie and Laka who were staring at the pile of garbage in a daze, he laughed: "How is it? Seeing this huge business, you are so happy that you are speechless!"
The two black boys stared at us with their cow-like eyes, showing more white in their eyes: "Can you speak human language? We have to move this huge pile of stuff."
Luke did it on purpose.
Will making money make you happy? No, for those idle kids, making them work honestly is the greatest torture.
For them, it is better to steal or rob than to work hard to make money, as they can make money faster and easier that way.
The key is ease and speed.
In the past, you could steal something and sell it for dozens of dollars, but now you can only earn dozens of dollars after working hard for a few hours to move bricks. How can this be the same
He knew the mentality of these gangsters too well, so he didn't mind paying them.