pjbooks Chapter 210 Has he always been this brave?
Chapter 210 Has he always been this brave?
Chapter 210 Has he always been this brave?
After deducting daily expenses, employee salaries, and taxes, the net profit was a staggering $21325!
According to Nancy's explanation, one reason is that the purchase price is about 30% cheaper than other scrap yards.
This 30% difference is actually "protection money" collected by Ma Gangzhu, since he conquered the territory himself.
The fact that everyone can farm stably at various resource points is also because someone is carrying the burden.
Compared to the previous individualistic approach, the current model involves large-scale collective cooperation. Although the overall daily income may not be high, the key is that it guarantees income regardless of circumstances, ensuring that money can be earned every day.
For homeless people, this is far more comfortable than going hungry or not having enough to eat, because it is no longer scavenging, but a long-term and stable job.
Of course, in addition to this core business, the special scavenging team led by Jimmy also made a significant contribution, accounting for approximately 20% of the profits.
This means that you can receive more than $1 in dividends every month, recover your costs in less than six months, and whatever you earn after that is passive income.
"5000?" Jimmy was so surprised when Nancy announced his share of the bonus that his jaw almost dropped to the ground. He swayed and nearly fainted, but Max was there to support him.
"Say it again, how much of the profit will I get?" he couldn't help but ask again, his eyes gleaming.
"The exact figure is $5331 and 25 cents," Nancy said calmly.
"Oh my god, oh my god, someone wake me up, I must be dreaming."
Seeing Jimmy's exaggerated expression, MaJack reached out and pinched his face, making him scream in pain. He slowly calmed down, and tears of happiness welled up in his eyes: "Five thousand dollars, Mom, can you believe it? I can earn five thousand dollars now. Your son can earn five thousand dollars."
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For people in other countries, a monthly take-home pay of over five thousand US dollars may not sound like much, especially in a top-tier city like Los Angeles, where the cost of living is quite high.
But in the eyes of the American people, this is already a solid middle class. According to official data, an individual with an annual income between $5 and $14 is considered middle class.
Reaching this income level would crush most blue-collar workers, and even put them on par with some white-collar workers. It would be an even greater blow to illegal immigrants and homeless people.
"Jack, I can't believe it's true. You're like an angel sent by God to save me."
"Ugh..." Upon hearing his nauseating analogy, Ma Jie made a vomiting gesture, then patted him on the shoulder: "Calm down, bro. The person you should thank the most is yourself. No one forced you to put your money in. You mustered up the courage to go all in and won. That's what you deserve. You don't need to thank anyone."
Ma Jieke understood his psychology very well. A child who had been homeless since childhood had saved up a little money through collecting cans and being thrifty. He had been working cautiously with others in business, and suddenly became rich overnight. The psychological gap was indeed huge, and it would also create a sense of unworthiness, believing that his reward was greater than his effort.
But as Jack Ma said, life is a gamble. When the same opportunity is presented to everyone, only a few can seize it.
In contrast, Fiona, who prides herself on being a skilled investor, appears quite down on her luck. Because she wasn't optimistic about the business initially, she only invested $10,000 and is now only receiving a little over $1,000 in dividends.
Max, who also only wagered $1, behaved quite differently. Perhaps because he had experienced great ups and downs, he seemed quite calm.
The worst off was Sandy, who only invested $5,000 and only received a little over $800 a month, which wasn't even enough to cover her rent.
However, this girl didn't seem to care much, since her main job now was as a bounty hunter, and this amount of money wasn't even enough to complete a single commission.
After the spoils were divided, Jimmy happily suggested, "Family, how about we go for a drink at happy hour? It's on me."
Upon hearing that he was going to treat everyone, everyone wore exaggerated expressions of disbelief. Sandy launched the first attack: "Guys, did I hear that right? Stingy Jimmy is actually going to treat us? That's really rare. You probably don't know, but when I went on a date with him, he took me to a no-name fast food restaurant and only ordered a special set meal. The Indian guy who served the food looked like he wanted to devour me alive."
"What's the big deal?" Max couldn't help but chime in when she heard her friend's complaint. "Last time I kindly helped this guy with his laundry, and a short-sleeved shirt was blown away by a strong wind while I was hanging it out to dry. He was so angry that he didn't speak to me for three days. The funniest thing is that it was a shirt he got from the shelter, and he didn't spend a single penny on it."
"I just remembered something too." Ignoring Jimmy's droopy face, Fiona added insult to injury: "Once we went to collect relief meals, and when we got them, we found that the taste was a bit off. They must have gone bad. I advised everyone not to eat them and to buy discounted burgers from the convenience store instead. But he secretly ate them to save money and had diarrhea for a whole day."
"Hahahaha..."
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't hold back any longer. Saving money was understandable, but pushing oneself to the limit was just too outrageous. The room was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.
"Fine, go ahead and laugh at me." Faced with their mockery, Jimmy raised his middle finger. "I'm not inviting them anymore!"
"No, no, no, please don't refuse to invite me! I didn't say anything."
Seeing this, Ma Jie quickly stepped in to smooth things over. It wasn't easy to get this kid to bleed, so how could he just let it go like that?
Just as everyone was about to have some fun, Nancy stopped them. She seemed a little hesitant to speak, but after some hesitation, she finally spoke to Jack Ma: "Boss, I don't want to spoil your good mood, but since you hired me to manage the finances, I have to live up to the salary you pay me. There's a small flaw in this financial statement. I wonder if you've noticed it?"
"What minor flaw?" Ma Jieke didn't like beating around the bush and asked directly, "Tell me concisely in terms I can understand."
Nancy sighed helplessly, opened the electronic statement on the computer, flipped to one of the pages, and pointed to the red line drawn on it: "See this transaction? It's 50% less than everyone else's transaction amount. And here, and here, all of them. I don't know the specifics of how the division of labor works, but I can guarantee you with my career that there's definitely something wrong with this account."
Upon hearing that there was a problem with the accounts, Ma Jie frowned. After all, the scrap yard's financial system was quite advanced. The weighing scale was directly connected to the computer. Once the can was placed on it, the machine automatically calculated the price and issued a receipt. The seller would then take the receipt to the window to collect the money. After each transaction was completed, the data would be automatically saved and then sent to Ma Jie's private email address on a daily basis, which was like double insurance.
This is to prevent anyone from cheating or taking shortcuts, because human nature is the most vulnerable thing to temptation.
"What's going on?" Upon hearing Nancy's question, Ma Jie turned his gaze to Jimmy. After all, Jimmy was responsible for all the regional divisions and personnel allocations, and while he was nominally the boss, he was actually a hands-off manager who did not participate in frontline management at all.
Jimmy checked the details several times, swallowed hard, and then concluded: "It's obvious that someone has been keeping some of the cans and selling them at higher prices at other scrap yards."
"So what?" On matters of principle like this, Chief Ma wouldn't give anyone face. He coldly reprimanded, "What are you good for? Someone was stealing everyone's money like a rat right under your nose. This traitor, and it took until now to be discovered? Is this person even related to you?"
Jimmy was scolded and dared not utter a word, because he knew that no matter how he argued, it would be useless. You are the person in charge. If something goes wrong, they will not come to you, but to the police.
In Ma Jieke's view, this loss was nothing; it was just that a few individuals had malicious intentions and wanted to make more money through this method.
However, this behavior is extremely malicious. Once he gets a taste of success and it is not discovered in time, others will follow suit and corrupt the entire team like a virus.
Only then will it be truly a case of a thousand-mile dike being destroyed by an ant hole.
"Give me two days, and I'll find this person for you!"
"Two days?" Hearing Jimmy's promise, Ma Jie laughed in anger: "Why don't you just say two years? I want to see you alive or dead by 6 p.m. today, or don't come back to see me."
Faced with the gang leader's demanding requirements, Jimmy wanted to try again, but seeing his icy face, he immediately gave up the idea and hurriedly walked out.
"Hey, why did you yell at him? He doesn't have the ability to be in two places at once. How can he monitor everyone at the same time?"
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Max couldn't stand someone's attitude.
But Ma Jieke knew very well that a kind heart cannot govern an army, and righteousness cannot manage finances. Business is business; there are no so many interpersonal relationships involved. If even brothers cannot keep clear accounts, then failure and bankruptcy are only a matter of time.
So he ignored Max and stayed at the junkyard all afternoon until around 5:40 p.m., when he finally received the good news.
According to Jimmy, he visited two nearby junkyards and found more than one eyewitness, which basically confirmed that the suspect was a professional scavenger named Ton Garcia.
This guy has been a member of the Blue Hair Squad for two and a half years. He usually enjoys rapping and playing basketball. Right now, he's having a blast at a black bar in Rainbow Street, but the security guard at the door is stopping him from going in.
Upon learning of the situation, Ma Jieke immediately called Bubu and rushed over.
The so-called Rainbow Street is actually a bar street near Poor Street. It got its name because it has a large number of gay and transgender people. However, not every bar only caters to the LGBT community. After all, businesses are in it for the money, and as long as you come to spend money, the owners generally welcome everyone.
As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Jimmy standing in front of a bar called Spades & Spirits, having a heated confrontation with a burly security guard.
"Why won't you let me in? Don't you know that in America, it's illegal to restrict entry to any public place based on race or skin color?!"
"Oh, really, bro?" Facing the young white man's loud rebuke, the security guard crossed his arms and looked down at him with disdain in his eyes: "Then go ahead and sue me. Remember to bring your high heels to court, otherwise I'm afraid the judge won't be able to see you."
"You!" Jimmy, his face flushed with anger after being verbally insulted, retorted, "This is a personal attack, it's racism! Do you want me to beat you up?"
"Huh?" The black security guard paused for a second, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and bent over, slapping his thigh with his arm and laughing wildly, just like Talking Tom.
But to his surprise, this kid actually dared to do what Jerry the Mouse did, and punched him in the eye socket when he wasn't paying attention.
"Ouch!" The black security guard let out a scream, rubbed his eyes, and made a move to grab Jimmy.
As soon as I looked up, I was blocked by two people. One of them was the same skin color as me and looked like someone I was not to be trifled with. The other was Asian. Although he was tall and strong, he was not intimidating because he didn't have the advantage of skin color. After all, the places where black people go to dungeons most often are the various shops owned by Asians.
Witnessing what just happened, Ma Jieke was a little surprised. He was certain that the kid hadn't seen him and Bubu coming over, but facing an opponent with such a large size difference, he wasn't afraid at all. He even took advantage of the opponent's underestimation of him and struck first to gain the upper hand.
This is thanks to the training he received from his two coaches. Ma Jie often took him skydiving to hone his mental fortitude and courage, while Max taught him some basic fighting techniques, which are much more practical than haphazard punches.
"Get out of the way, you fucking get out of my way! I'm going to beat this sissy to death!"
Having been punched in the eye socket, the black security guard was not about to swallow his anger and yelled at the two men without any politeness.
"You're the sissy, your whole family are sissies, you dead gays!"
With two powerful protectors present, Jimmy, who originally wanted to make a quick getaway, started to act arrogantly and talk big from behind.
"Bro, don't get so worked up." At Ma Jie's prompting, Bu Bu explained, "We're not here to cause trouble, we're just looking for someone. Once we find them, we'll leave. It won't affect our business at all."
"Looking for someone?" The black security guard was furious and wouldn't listen to any explanations. He started barking like a mad dog: "I think you're just here to cause trouble and fight. What kind of skill is it to bully the few with the many? If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one. If you win, I'll let you in."
"Are you sure, buddy?"
"Confirmed!" The other party initially adopted a confident demeanor, but his gaze quickly shifted from Bubu's face to Ma Jieke, glaring fiercely, thinking he had found an easy target: "You, Asian guy, come out and fight me. Anyway, you're all in cahoots, so this doesn't count as me bullying you."
Huh? Upon hearing his specific requirements, Bubu and Jimmy were dumbfounded. Dude, you're really something else.