The sun has passed its rising phase and begins to set in the west. Zach looked at the returning new employees with an indescribable feeling. This is weird, feel it
"Why are they all looking at me?" The person asking the question was the parole surety sent by the prison today. His name is not important, so let's call him, um, a man.
"Well, they want to see what the boss who let them go to work on the first day here looks like." The man looked irritated, "I knew this was a bad idea!"
Zach curled his lips, "I have to pay them, right? So, they have to work."
"Well, it's not the first day! It's not in front of a group of civilians! I also need to remind you! In the short period of four or five years, or the long period of more than ten years, the only civilians these people have seen are visiting relatives! You don't even They shouldn’t be allowed to come into contact with so many civilians on their first day out of prison!”
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Then they are just lucky. We don't usually have such civilians in Grande."
"Tsk, it's up to you! Fortunately, they didn't cause any trouble! But you!" The voice lowered a little, "You'd better pay attention! Don't let them think you are easy to bully! They have been under control for a long time. Environment! It’s not a good thing to suddenly have too much freedom!”
Zach glanced at the man and said, "Oh, thank you for reminding me." Then he looked back at the dozen or so new employees in outdated clothes in the backyard, and raised his voice, "I am Zachary Grande, your boss. I have arranged Once your accommodation is ready, you can go back..."
"You what?!"
Zach looked sideways at the man in surprise, "What's wrong?"
"How can you arrange their accommodation yourself?!"
"Why not?" Zach blinked, "Although they have almost no luggage, they can't just pile it up at the entrance of our Grande. I put it in for them. Likewise, I can't just throw it in the corridor, right? It's easy to put them in the room." Zach said matter-of-factly, "You don't need to thank me."
"Uh, give me your accommodation schedule!"
"No." Zach was honest.
"Uh!" The man stared at the people in the courtyard speechlessly, "Don't move! I'll register in a moment!"
Zach raised his eyebrows, not wanting to comment.
"Here you go!" He took out a pile of documents from his briefcase, "They need to register! Every day! Trip records! This is your job! I will come and collect them once a week..." And thick books? manual? "These are the rules and regulations! If they violate any behavior..." He took out his business card and said, "Notify me!"
Zach held a pile of documents and glanced at the business card on the top. "Very good. There is an address. Can I mail it to you? I don't like Grande being visited often."
The man's cheeks were twitching, "Okay! I don't want to run this more than once a week!"
Why did Zach express it so straightforwardly, take it easy.
"Uh, and..." The man seemed to really not want to say anything more to Zach, but lowered his voice, "I have already told Mr. Hank and Miss Louise about their wages..."
"The lowest, right?" Zack still didn't do anything about the volume and tilted his head, "I know. After all, this is just a halfway house for them, not a permanent career."
The man's face continued to twitch, and he did not suppress his voice, "Yes! Normally, a halfway house is just a temporary residence and does not provide jobs at all! But I don't know what kind of deal your Grande has made with the city government. ! Huh! Don’t get me wrong! You saved me a lot of trouble!” Of course it was for myself, “I’m lucky to let these people do it!”
"Then, you're welcome." Zach smiled. He only cared about the deal with the city government. Haha, Ethela could do it. She openly became a city government employee for the sake of decent prison projects.
The man felt that he had nothing to say to Zach, so he went down the back porch angrily, "Come one by one! Register your address! Logan, you first..."
Zach glanced at the dozen or so people who were still looking at him, and casually nodded his chin, "Come here."
"Me?" Someone pointed at himself.
"Or the one behind you." Zach didn't care at all.
The person pointing at him pushed back the person behind him, glared at him, and came over. Zach directly handed over the pile of documents in his hand, "Name?"
"Evan."
"What job has Hank assigned you?"
"Maintenance of the South Cemetery, Bane's men."
"How many of you are under Bain?" Apparently Old Hank really promoted Bain, "All?" There were only nine people in the original cemetery maintenance, and six of the 'old' employees resigned, Bain included. Only three remained. It's a bit much for all these new employees to go to the cemetery.
"Logan is assigned to Leon to maintain the living area." Evan glanced back, no, stared, "You! What is your name? It doesn't matter, this is the same."
Zach was not interested in the way these people got along. "Are there any people assigned to Beiyuan?" Remember, no one was in charge of Beiyuan originally, and the people in the security company were unhappy for a long time.
"Split it, three over there."
Zach nodded. Although he was not involved in the work arrangement, he could almost tell that Bain should have fixed working hours after his promotion, and all the work of maintaining the tomb area was given to these new employees for shifts. It's also good that Bane's time in Grande can be more stable so that Zack can pay more attention.
When it comes to this, Zach is actually quite speechless. The last thing Grande needs is a keen human employee, but since he already has one, all he can do is watch slowly.
"How many years did you spend in prison, and why."
"10. Intentional injury."
"10? Very serious?"
"Let's put it this way, he will never be able to walk again in this life." He seemed to be proud? Maybe a certain man's advice is really advice.
"Yeah." Zach nodded and pointed to the document in Evan's hand, "Send it to my office." Looking back to the backyard, "Is there anyone taller than 10 years old?"
Everyone turned back to look at the living area, and just in time, Logan came out, waved his hand, and called for the next one. He didn't care at all how he was being watched.
Zach waved, "Come here."
Logan frowned. There was no need to go around the crowd. Someone made way for him and stood in front of Zach without saying a word.
Zach looked at it and asked, "Do you have any relatives in Barton?"
"No." It was such a low voice that people could not help but feel that their chest was resonating. Trust me, this is not a good thing. A person's chest should not feel any pressure outside of the heart.
"You don't look old. How old are you?"
He looked up at Zach and said, "Same as you."
"Do you know my age?" Zach curled his lips.
"You woman talk a lot."
"And my woman has a name, Louise." Zach still kept smiling, "Now, answer again."
Logan frowned and stared at Zach, "Miss Louise told us at the funeral."
Zach was a little surprised, so cooperative? Forget it, it just so happened that Zach had no intention of 'showing off' anything in front of a bunch of humans, "Have you never heard of Grande before Louise told you?"
Zach wanted to confirm, uh, test something.
"heard about it."
"Tell me about it." Zach encouraged with a smile. We should remember, after 10 years of distance, apart from the end of the war, vampires and werewolves, and Anthony coming to Barton, there is also a major event belonging to Grande, Old Grande, and Old Hank retires to the South District pension.
Do we need to remind the older generation of Grande’s real job? Do you think it would be more appropriate to discuss Grande's "glorious deeds" with a group of gray professionals who can only survive in the real black and white of Barton? No, it would be more appropriate to talk with this group of people who have just come out of prison.
Probably because Zach's request was too general, Logan frowned and moved his lips slightly for a long time before making a sound. At the same time, he looked back at the living area, where a certain man was still checking in, "I didn't know you expected me. What to say! You can rest assured that I only have respect for Grande! When I meet Hank, it’s me... "
"The current master of Grande is me." He interrupted very accurately.
Logan still kept his mouth open, moved it, and closed it, "Respect, to the entire Grande."
What Zach needs to test has already come out, "Very good. If you respect Grande, I will respect your regaining your freedom..."
How should I put it, well... Grande housing people who have been released from prison, no, housing any ordinary human beings is not something Zach is willing to face so soon. The newly built living area was originally just to comfort old Hank. It is not expected to be fully opened so early. This will only speed up the expiration of Zachary Grande's identity.
Now I can only accept this reality, and then I have to find something worth comforting. Could Grande actually benefit. And the standard for this benefit, according to Old Hank's idea, is whether the person coming is loyal to Grande.
Respect is the best feedback Zach can get now. That's the only thing these ex-convicts have to offer Grande.
"I think we can reach a consensus with each other. I don't care what your guarantor says. Your people are in Grande, and they are Grande's people. What I care about is that you always show your respect and don't give in. Rand gets into trouble, and then Rand will, well, let me see, 'protect' you."
"I understand." Still so low. But this time, it's good. The context determines that 'high-pitched' is a problem at this time.
Zach was quite satisfied, nodded, and looked behind Logan, "Where are you guys."
"You don't have to worry about them." Evan came back and said, "They know Grande's reputation. Skorgan, huh, died not long ago. A guy who would be stabbed to death with knives often talked about the funeral. Home, they know they have to control themselves.”
Ah, too, Squall spent some time in jail. After testing it like this, maybe it would be a good thing to let such a group of people live in Grande.
Speaking of Skoll, this guy's body is in Grande's morgue...
"Then I see, I have nothing else to say." Zach smiled and clapped his hands, "Let's start your new life."
In fact, Zach could have given a more 'inspiring' ending, but the timing didn't seem to allow it. A car drove into Grande's backyard, and the new employees gathered in the yard had to give way and disperse. It's not that they don't want to leave, it's because a certain man asked them to register one by one, right? Everyone is still scattered in the backyard, watching the guests.
In a completely staged act, Zach began to back away.
"Didn't you receive a notice from the court yesterday?" Zach deliberately kept his distance to make the visitor unhappy.
"Oh, I forgot." Now that I've done it, I'll do it in full. Taking two steps back, "Your restraining order has been revoked." The person coming was Allen.
When Allen got out of the car with a sullen expression, he noticed the eyes that looked at him one after another, "What are these guys doing!"
"You don't know?" Zach asked, looking surprised, "Oh, yes, I won't see the newspaper until tomorrow. Haha, you can read the newspaper tomorrow. Grande is contributing to society."
The corner of Allen's eye twitched. This feels so bad. The hatred for Grande that is raging from now on will last until the moment I see the newspaper tomorrow! People often say that language is a weapon that hurts. No, here in Allen, the language is dog-shit-and continues to stink.
Allen moved to the trunk of the car, opened the hood, and began to throw things out.
Zach looked at the animal traps, traps, shotguns, bullets that were thrown in his backyard...
"Alan, do you want to hunt, at this time of year?"
Allen continued to throw various 'murderous weapons' out, "A crazy woman sent this to me!" With a crash, a pile of tableware was dumped on the ground, reflecting silver light in the sun.
Zach already has a name in his mind, a reporter who either doesn’t write serious articles or writes shopping guide advertisements, Kate.
Worth a laugh, 'crazy woman'? When Allen once slandered Grande in an interview, he didn't think Kate was a crazy woman.
After throwing it away, with a pair of eyes eager to move, Allen returned to the car seat, took out a briefcase, and walked towards Zach, "Your office..."
"No, here." Zach showed no expression, looking at the pair of spring eyes in the backyard that were about to move, and raised his voice slightly, "Since someone else gave it to you, what's the point of throwing Grande here?"
Allen's expression was very strange. He seemed to be observing Zach's expression, but in terms of the calmness required for observation, he was not calm enough. The corners of his eyes were twitching hard, "How do I know what the madman is thinking! I don't want this. Stuff!! Everything!!”
"Then sell it and donate it." Zach's eyes moved to Allen, extremely calm. This is the emotion needed for observation, "I don't need it, I don't need to throw Grande away."
If the briefcase in Allen's hand was alive, it would probably be wailing. No matter what documents were inside, they would probably be wrinkled when taken out.
"Your office!!" Probably because he didn't know what to say, he repeated it.
"Here." Zach smiled, "I told you, read the newspaper tomorrow and you will know the reason why we have to talk about things here." There is no doubt that there is definitely one in the thick rules and regulations. These people cannot possess weapons. Zach wasn't about to test a new employee's respect while the man was still at Grande.
Allen's response was somewhat inexplicable. He dropped the briefcase in his hand, threw it at Zach's feet, turned around and went back to the car, "We'll have a date next time!!"
"O'Neill (Danny has gone to Newton)." While picking up the briefcase, he whispered, "Follow him... Forget it, let's avoid suspicion. We don't want to offend Sissy."
Remember the last time Zach said he would avoid suspicion? Well, when Madison said he would deal with Allen, the reason was the same. (..)