pjbooks Chapter 138 Car Hunter's Debut
Chapter 138 Car Hunter's Debut
Chapter 138 Car Hunter's Debut
"So, Jack, with your skills, do you want to take this job?"
Seeing him staring blankly at the photo, Franklin couldn't help but ask him a question.
The largest part of Siemens Auto Recycling's core business is vehicle recycling, helping employers find all kinds of vehicles.
However, the resources of a car dealership are often limited, which leads to the emergence of third-party outsourcing of tasks.
To put it bluntly, this place is not just a car dealership, but also a mission posting center. A large number of car hunters in Los Santos rely on cooperating with the King of Human Rights to make a living.
"What about the reward?" Ma Jie stretched out his arms and leaned back on the sofa. "Bro, you've forgotten the most important issue. Without chips, how am I supposed to open the game?"
"Twenty-three thousand dollars." Xiao Fu said, taking out the memo to confirm it again, and then said, "That's the price. Moreover, the client has already paid half of the commission to the car dealership. You don't need to worry about delays or defaults. Boss Simion values credit more than his own life."
"That's a bit low." Ma Jie said without any pretense, "I'll be frank. The armored truck itself costs over $80,000. It's a modified Mercedes Sprinter. From the photos, the damage is only to the windshield and the door. Your shop can fix it themselves. It won't cost much."
"So what's my advantage? I can haul it to the dismantling plant and sell it for 20,000, only making 3,000 after all that work? Is this a car dealership or a slave trading company?"
Ma Jieke's aggressive questioning left Xiao Fu speechless.
There's no way around it; even close brothers need to keep clear accounts. Friendship is friendship, and business is business.
What's wrong with being a friend? In business, there are no fathers or sons. You want to make money but can't bring yourself to do it? Then you deserve to eat dirt for the rest of your life.
"Oh, what are you two talking about?"
Just as Xiao Fu was in a dilemma, a bald man walked in from the repair area. He was none other than Simeon, the owner of Ximen Auto Shop.
He was wearing a navy blue work uniform covered in oil stains, and his whole body reeked of machine oil. He was also holding an adjustable wrench in his hand.
What's even funnier is that there are several mottled, black oil stains on his usually clean face.
Ma Jie couldn't help but joke, "Dude, did you just escape from a mining disaster?"
"NO, buddy." Simeon stood still. "You think being a boss is all about enjoying life? A lot of the time I have to get involved myself, fixing cars, negotiating, expanding business, and getting my clumsy employees out of jail. Franklin is the best person to talk about this; he got caught by the police the first time he worked in vehicle recycling."
"What else could it be, Boss?" Fu was clearly annoyed when he heard him mention this embarrassing incident: "I was surrounded and chased by at least one police car, and that was in a busy downtown area."
"After that incident, I started practicing my driving skills diligently, but you never gave me another chance."
"Genius, what opportunity do you need from me?" Simien berated him harshly. "Saving the earth? Can you even handle that? If it weren't for your tight-lipped nature and ability to withstand the cops' interrogation, I wouldn't have kept this most basic job for you. You'd probably be in a gang by now, shot dead, and thrown into a stinking sewer."
"Is it really that bad?" Xiao Fu looked completely bewildered, feeling that the question was somewhat racist.
That's about right, Ma Jie thought to himself without saying a word.
"You're a Black working-class person, and you don't want to lie down, so you'll definitely have to contribute to the 'population balancing plan.'" "Okay, buddy, it's Sunday, so for Jesus' sake, I won't scold you."
Simeon removed his filthy work gloves and looked at Ma Jieke, who was silently drinking: "Little Genius Number Two, I overheard your conversation. Forgive my bluntness, but you know absolutely nothing about the vehicle recycling business, and my most intelligent employee in the entire dealership clearly didn't explain it clearly to you."
"I'd like to hear the details." Ma Jie spread his hands, wanting to hear him make his own excuses.
"The truth is, you just mentioned the value of the armored truck itself, but that's a false premise. The truck isn't ownerless. No matter where it's abandoned in the city, firstly, it belongs to the security company, and secondly, it's evidence. Do you understand what evidence is? You can't treat evidence as property."
"Also, you said you could sell it for $20,000 at a dismantling plant. If you actually do that, let me tell you what will happen: you'll be prosecuted by federal prosecutors and become an accomplice in helping a criminal gang destroy evidence."
"In conclusion, this $23,000 is essentially a pure commission, solely for your act of helping to recover the vehicle. If you think even that's too little, then what job in this world would you respect? You should run for president, not be a five-star good citizen."
Seeing that Ma Jieke was speechless, Simeon looked at Franklin again: "Remember what I just said, make it a part of your mind. If you can be fooled by an amateur again, you can forget about your salary for the next three months."
"Okay, that sounds flawless," Ma Jie said with a smile. "But I still want to ask, besides the commission, what other hidden benefits do I get?"
"Does tax exemption count?" Sean scoffed. "The car hunters I work with get all after-tax income."
Holy crap... Is it that serious? If I remember correctly, even the US president can't escape the IRS's tax oversight.
It seems that the FIB and the IRS have reached some kind of agreement behind the scenes.
In fact, the relationships between the major high-level power institutions in the United States have always been very delicate.
You can use my identity if necessary, and you should also do me a favor when I need something. We all work for the same master, and harmony is the key to making money.
Ma Jieke had no interest in understanding the intricacies of the situation, because the waters were too deep, and those who could swim were the ones who drowned.
The main reason is that the vehicle recycling job is highly compatible with my skills, and it's a decent way to make money.
"OK, I'll take this job." Since it's our first collaboration, I want to leave a good impression. Anyway, over 0 dollars isn't a small amount, and it's the fastest way to make money right now.
"It was a pleasure working with you, buddy. I look forward to hearing good news from you soon."
Simeon smiled and extended his hand. The two shook hands briefly, and Ma Jieke continued, "However, I need a driver and assistant. After all, this is not an ordinary request. In case I encounter danger, I need someone to help take care of me."
"So you want to bring Franklin along?"
"That's right." Ma Jie nodded. "Don't be so quick to refuse. If this car is really in Los Angeles, I can definitely find it within 72 hours."
"A promise?" Sean chuckled at his words. "Even the veteran hunters who have worked with me for over ten years wouldn't dare make such a promise."
"You measure strength by time, is that it?" Ma Jieke scoffed. "Then every elderly person living in a nursing home would be a kung fu master."
"Haha, okay, okay, anyway, staying here won't make any difference."
Ma Jie breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Simien had agreed to his request.
This concern is not unfounded, because the most effective way to find the armored truck is through a thorough search.
According to the skill description of the Seven Star Skill [Grandmaster of Secret Treasures], it generates a permanent halo with a radius of 1000 meters centered on the user, marking all lost items on the map.
Then the calculation becomes easy: Los Angeles spans 71 kilometers from north to south and 47 kilometers from east to west.
What does this mean? If the treasure-hunting aura has a radius of 1000 meters, and you move 71 kilometers in a straight line, you've only explored 71 kilometers x 2000 meters.
The area is squared in meters.
The horizontal line moved a distance of 47 kilometers, or forty-seven thousand kilometers, which, when divided by 2000 meters, equals 23.5.
In other words, you would need to run 23.5 x 71-kilometer stretches to have the halo cover the entire city.
What is 23.5 x 71? 1668.5.
The conclusion is that, even if you drive, you would theoretically need to drive 1668.5 kilometers to achieve 100% city exploration.
Driving over a thousand kilometers by himself? That's too foolish. So, bringing Xiao Fu along as a free driver and laborer is someone's real intention.
Another point to consider is safety. To complete a 100% real-world exploration, it is inevitable to pass through some communities with a high risk factor.
If you happen to run into a few reckless bastards, having help is better than going it alone.
Xiao Fu was naturally happy to receive his boss's promise. Although he didn't know what awaited him, being able to participate in the commission was a rare opportunity to prove himself.
It's better than staying in the store as a cleaner and receptionist, right?
Just as the two were about to leave, Xiao Fu suddenly seemed to remember something and said to Simeon somewhat awkwardly, "Boss, about that thing I mentioned to you before..."
"What is it?"
"I... I'd like to get an advance on next week's salary."
"An advance on salary?" Upon hearing this request, Simien's face darkened completely. Pointing to several framed photos arranged in a pyramid shape behind the counter, ranked according to employee performance, he said, "Go find where you are now. Can you even find yourself without a magnifying glass?"
"OK, never mind I said BOSS."
After being scolded again, Xiao Fu walked angrily toward the back door driveway.
Soon, he walked towards Ma Jieke, who was waiting in the parking lot, leading a black Rottweiler.
Upon seeing his kind approaching, Bruce, who was lying in the truck bed, jumped down.
The two dogs started barking at each other, neither seeming willing to give in.
"Hey, hey, hey, Cha, don't be impulsive, the family has no ill intentions."
Franklin quickly grabbed the dog leash, and Majesty whistled softly. Bruce immediately lay down obediently on the ground.
"This dog's not bad, buddy. You've trained it to be so obedient. What's its name?"
"Bruce." MaJack patted the truck bed. "Let your little Cha come up too. It'll keep you company on the road. Don't worry, we definitely won't fight, unless we two take a dislike to each other first."