Luke looked at the expressions of the four people and smiled brightly: "Just kidding. However, I think they don't have any money, so let's forget about losing money..."
The two black boys suddenly became more energetic, and seemed to be encouraged by the good news.
"But!" Luke continued unhurriedly: "The compensation that should be given must not be less, lest they think that they will not be punished for doing bad things."
Fudge was more straightforward this time: "Yes. As long as they don't get seriously injured, you can do whatever you want."
The lips of the two black boys turned white again: Brother, why don't you play so well! Why don't you pay your lawyer's fees
Luke waved his hand: "I'm not interested in beating children. But, you said just now that you want them both to find a formal job?"
Fudge nodded: "Yes, otherwise they would be in prison in less than two years if they were wandering in the streets like this, and they would be dead on the streets in a few years."
Luke: "In that case, if I temporarily hire them to work for me, it will be considered as compensation from them."
The four people in front of them were all stunned: "hat?"
This condition sounds like Luke compensated these two black boys, not their compensation to Luke.
But Luke continued: "I'm going to renovate the house these days, and I'll hand over all the construction waste to them. The salary is calculated daily, and it's... $10 an hour."
The four of them froze again.
At present, the minimum wage in the United States is only a little over five yuan per hour, and many low-level workers are striving to increase their hourly wages to around seventy-five yuan.
Ten yuan an hour is really not low for temporary workers.
Luke looked at the two black boys: "Which one of you has a driver's license?"
The two black boys shook their heads together, but the short one added: "I can drive, but I haven't taken the driver's license test."
Luke was not surprised.
The United States is a country on wheels. He was encouraged by Drakes to drive a tractor and a pickup on a ranch in his early ten years.
But the driver's license requires a written test, and the short black boy definitely doesn't like this, so he didn't go to get a driver's license.
"Then find a trustworthy person who has a driver's license and can drive. The hourly salary is also ten dollars. He will be responsible for driving you to dispose of construction waste. If you can find a car to transport the waste, the rental fee can be calculated separately." he said.
The two black boys looked at each other, and the shorter one said, "Then... what are we doing?"
Luke glanced at him: "Of course the driver is only responsible for driving, you two should concentrate on moving the garbage."
The two black boys stared wide-eyed: "hat?"
Luke said leisurely: "If you have professional skills, you can make money with them, and if you don't have the ability, you can work hard. Isn't that very reasonable? Who told you not to have a driver's license."
The short black boy gritted his teeth, feeling annoyed in his heart: Damn he can drive, and he can even drive very well, but he just doesn't want to take the test.
With a single thought, he became a person who could only do hard work.
Not taking the job
He looked at Fudge on the side, and directly denied this naive idea.
Being able to make money and make up for what happened just now, this guy will definitely force himself to accept this job.
If he didn't accept it, Fudge would definitely go to "home visit", and he would definitely be caught by his cousin and nagging him for a few days when he returned home.
Under the eyes of Luke and Fudge, the short black boy nodded aggrievedly: "Okay, I'll find the driver later."
Luke nodded in satisfaction: "Remember, my request is to transport the construction waste to a specialized waste disposal company. If you throw it anywhere, you won't get paid."
The short boy hurriedly said, "You need to pay to go to the garbage disposal company."
Luke: "I will pay the money, do you still expect you to pay?"
The little boy lowered his head.
He has no money, so he can only accept his fate!
Fudge interrupted suddenly: "Charlie, is your cousin still at home recently? She still has a pickup truck?"
The short black boy Charlie was taken aback for a moment, and then he was 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 couldn't be trusted. It would be best to find someone who could take care of him and keep an eye on him. His cousin could make a lot of money by the way, so why not do it.
Fudge looked at Luke: "Can you?"
Luke: "Okay. Well, you're Charlie, you're Rakka, right?"
The two black boys nodded.
"You can start working. The earlier you work, the more you will be paid." After Luke finished speaking, he opened the door and signaled for them to enter.
Charlie and Laka looked at the door that they wanted to enter just now, but now they felt that it was a prison door, and their legs were as heavy as lead.
But under the gaze of Luke and Fudge, the two could only move in.
Entering the house, the two of them groaned in despair as they looked at the pile of rubbish piled up in the hall.
Charlie couldn't help roaring in his heart: Are you renovating or demolishing the house? Why so much rubbish
In fact, Luke didn't demolish the house, but dug a hole in a temporary compartment in the hall.
In addition to cleaning up the garbage on the fifth and fourth floors yesterday, it looks like a lot of piles.
Outside the house, Fudge said a few words before saying goodbye: "I will call Charlie's cousin, her name is Claire Temple, and she should be here soon."
Luke: "Okay."
Fudge pointed to a small building diagonally opposite, which is where they were before they came over just now: "That's my office and Matt's, the Nelson Murdoch law firm on the third floor is ours, you If you need anything, you can find us there."
Luke: "OK."
Having said this, Fudge shook hands with him and said goodbye.
After Luke let go of his hand, he took the initiative to take two steps, stood in front of the skinny young man and stretched out his hand: "Matt, let's get to know each other, let's talk together when we have time."
Matt held out his hand, and they shook hands, then let go.
Luke looked at that hand, the corner of his mouth curled up: interesting. A lawyer who just graduated has such hands. It looks more suitable for hitting people than my own hand!
After watching Fuji and the two leave, they went back to their law firm more than 20 meters away, and he also returned to the house.
Seeing Charlie and Laka staring at the pile of rubbish in a daze, he laughed: "How is it? Seeing this big deal, you are all too happy to speak!"
The two black boys stared at the bull-like eyes, and the whites of the eyes showed more: Can you speak human words? We have to move all these things.
Luke did it on purpose.
Will you be happy if you make money? No, it is the greatest torture for the idle and thug children to let them move bricks honestly.
For them, working hard to move bricks to make money is better than stealing and robbing, which makes money faster and easier.
Ease and speed are the key here.
In the past, stealing something casually could be sold for tens of dollars, but now the bricks that have been moved for a few hours can only be earned for tens of dollars. Can this be the same thing!
He is too aware of the mentality of this little gangster, so he doesn't mind paying wages.