Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke looked at the faces of four people and smiled brightly: "Just kidding. However, I don't think they have any money, so forget about the loss of money...”

The two black boys had a lot in mind and seemed encouraged by the good news.

“But!” continued Luke, not slowly: "There is no small amount of compensation to be had, lest they think there is no punishment for doing bad things. ”

This time, Fogey was more simply: "Yes. As long as they're not seriously injured, you can do whatever you want. ”

The lips of the two black boys are white again: Brother, do you want to play so great! I didn't pay you for a lawyer!

Luke waved, “I'm not interested in beating up kids. But you said you wanted them to get a formal job? ”

Fuji nodded: "Yes, otherwise they would wander the streets like this, go to jail in less than two years, and in a few years they would cross the streets. ”

Luke: “So I temporarily hired them to work for me, even if they compensated me. ”

"What? ”

It sounds like Luke compensates these two black boys, not Luke.

Luke went on to say, "I'm going to renovate the house in the next few days, and they're going to take care of all the building garbage. Payday, hourly... ten beautiful knives. ”

Four people stunned again.

The minimum hourly wage in the United States is now just over $5, and many bottom labourers are trying to raise the hourly wage to around $7.5.

Ten bucks an hour, not really low for a casual worker.

Luke looked at the two black boys and said, "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 don't have a driver's license. ”

Luke wasn't surprised.

America is a country on wheels, and he was encouraged by Drax in his early teens to drive tractors and pickups on the ranch.

But the test driver's license had to pass the written test, and the short black boy definitely didn't like it, so he didn't get his license.

“Then find someone who can trust you, who will drive with a driver's license, and who will drive you to throw away the building garbage. If you can find a car to transport garbage, the cost of renting a car can be added.” He said.

The two black boys looked at each other, or the short one said: "So... what are we doing? ”

Luke glanced at him and said, "Of course, the driver is responsible for driving, so you two should just focus on moving the garbage. ”

Two black boys staring at each other: "What? ”

Luke said softly, "Isn't it reasonable that if you have professional skills, you can earn money on skills, and if you can't, you can honestly work hard? Who left you without a driver's license. ”

Short black boy bites his teeth and gets angry: he can fucking drive, he even drives very well, he just doesn't want to take the exam.

When he misreads, he becomes a hard-working man.

Don't take the job?

He looked at Fogey next to him and directly denied the naive idea.

Earn money and make up for what just happened, this guy will definitely make himself take the job.

Had it not been accepted, Fogey would have gone to "home visit” and he would have been caught by his cousin for a few days.

With Luke and Fogey's tiger gaze, the short black boy squeezed his head: "Okay, I'll find the driver later. ”

Luke nodded with satisfaction: "Remember, my request was to take the building garbage to a specialized garbage disposal company. If you throw it anywhere, you won't get paid. ”

Shorty boy hastily said: "Go to the garbage disposal company to pay. ”

Luke: "I'll pay. Do I expect you to pay? ”

Shorty, keep your head down.

He has no money, he has to confess!

Fuji suddenly said, "Charlie, is your cousin still home? She still has a pickup? ”

Short black boy Charlie stunned and shocked: “You want to call my cousin to drive? ”

Fuji shrugged: “I believe her. ”

Charlie was right.

Fuji means, of course, that he can't be trusted. Then find someone who can clean him up to keep an eye on him. His cousin can make an extra buck, why not?

Foggy looked at Luke and said, "Is that okay? ”

Luke: “Yes. Well, you're Charlie, you're Raqqah, right? ”

Two black boys nodded.

“You can start work, work early, and get paid more.” Luke finished and opened the door, indicating they could go in.

Charlie and Raqqa looked at the door that they wanted to go in, and at this moment they felt like it was a cell door, with legs as heavy as lead.

But with Luke and Fogey watching, they had to move in.

Into the house, the lobby looked at the trash pile that had piled up the hills and the two groaned in despair.

Charlie couldn't help but yell: Are you decorating or demolishing the house? Why so much garbage?

In fact, Luke didn't demolish the house, but he dug a pit in a temporary compartment in the lobby.

Together with yesterday's garbage cleanup on the fifth and fourth floors, they look a lot better together.

Outside the house, Foggy said two words and said goodbye: "I'll call Charlie's cousin, Claire Temple, who should be here soon. ”

Luke: “Okay. ”

Foggy also pointed to a small building across the slope, where they were before coming in: "That's Matt's office, and we run the Nelson-Murdoch law firm on the third floor, where you can find us if you want. ”

Luke: “Okay. ”

After that, Foggy shakes his hand and says goodbye.

When Luke let go of his hand, he took the initiative to take two steps and reached out to the skinny young man: "Matt, get to know me and talk to me sometime. ”

Matt reached out and held hands, then let go.

Luke looked at that hand, and the corner of his mouth rose: Interesting. A lawyer who just graduated has such hands. You look better than you do!

He saw the two Fogeys leave, returned to their law firm more than 20 metres away, and he also returned to the house.

Looking at Charlie and Raqqa staring at the garbage, he laughed, “How's it going? You're all so happy to see this big deal! ”

Two black boys stare at the same cow's eyes, and their eyes reveal more: Can you speak a little bit? This whole pile of stuff is for us to move.

Luke did it on purpose.

Would you be happy to make money? No, it's the worst kind of torture for idle kids to move bricks honestly.

It would be quicker and easier for them to make money by moving bricks and stealing them.

Easy and fast is the key.

In the past, you could sell dozens of beautiful knives if you steal anything, and now you only earn dozens of beautiful knives after a few hours of hard work!

He was too aware of the mindset of such a gangster to mind paying his wages.