pjbooks Chapter 213 Making an example of someone to scare others: Provoking someone at their doorstep
Chapter 213 Making an example of someone to scare others: Provoking someone at their doorstep
Chapter 213 Making an example of someone to scare others: Provoking someone at their doorstep
In fact, it wasn't just Toon Garcia who was frightened, but also his more than 100 gang members.
Chopping off hands... Isn't this punishment a bit too extreme? You don't actually think you're a gang leader, do you?
To put it bluntly, we're just a bunch of beggars. Is it really worth stealing a few of your jars?
If that's the case, then your job is far too risky and has absolutely no cost-effectiveness.
Faced with Ma Gangzhu's "tyranny," a group of people dared not speak out, looking at each other and hoping that someone else would be the one to take the lead.
Ultimately, he subconsciously turned his gaze to Max, after all, she was the founder of the Blue Hair Squad and the second-in-command of the camp, so her words carried weight.
"Jack, have you reconsidered this rule?" Facing everyone's expectations, she pulled Jack Ma aside and almost pleaded, "I know our small achievements are entirely thanks to you, but this punishment is too harsh. If we're this cruel to our own people, who will dare to come and join us in the future?"
Listening to Max's advice, Ma Jie thought silently. To others, this might seem like a small matter, but to him, the helmsman, it was like a sailboat sailing on the sea. A hole in the bottom of the hull wouldn't affect the voyage in the short term, but if you ignored it, more holes would soon appear, and you couldn't keep up with the rate at which water was entering the ship.
The problem now is that the hole has been found, but there are disagreements among staff on "how to patch it up."
This is perfectly normal for a team that has just begun to take shape. If there were no dissenting voices, it would usually be something only a cult could achieve.
"What are your opinions?" After listening to Max's analysis, Ma Jieke decided to hold a democratic vote. Establishing his authority was important, but he didn't want to be labeled a "tyrant" because of it.
"My opinion is that punishment is necessary. Otherwise, those who share his ideas will soon take action, and the industrial chain we have worked so hard to build will be completely destroyed in just one month."
As a frontline manager, Jimmy's thinking was still very clear, but he quickly added, "However, regarding the specific implementation of punishment, I agree with Max's point of view; we can definitely change to a method that is more acceptable to everyone."
"Oh, come on, how do you expect me to change it? Like a teacher punishing a student, making them stand in class as punishment?" Sandy quickly chimed in, "Let me tell you, if the same thing happened in an old-school gang, this kind of person would be thrown into the Pacific Ocean to be fed to sharks. Compared to that, Jack has been very merciful."
"You're using a fallacy to confuse the issue."
"How did I twist the facts? People who betray their friends deserve a terrible death."
"Alright, alright, stop arguing." Seeing that they couldn't reach an agreement, Ma Jieke decided to compromise. Since they both thought cutting off the hand was too cruel, then they would cut off the finger.
In short, we must make those who make mistakes feel the pain and make those who have crooked ideas feel fear; otherwise, no matter how much we say, it will only scratch the surface.
At this moment, the traitor Tang En is being held down on the ground, awaiting public execution.
Ma Jieke took the hand axe handed to him by Bubu and walked towards him expressionlessly.
Staring at the incredibly sharp blade, Tang En's vision blurred with terror. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "No, boss! No! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please, please don't do this! Please... Ah!!!"
With a swift stroke of the axe, blood splattered everywhere.
The axe struck his little finger, much easier than chopping ribs, which was a sign of Jack Ma's pity, preventing him from completely losing his ability to work.
As the saying goes, the ten fingers are connected to the heart. This intense pain will quickly radiate from the wound to the entire hand and even the arm. Because the blood vessels in the fingers are densely distributed, the bleeding is now spurting out.
"Ah! Ah!!!"
The combined physiological and visual stimulation caused screams to echo throughout the entire camp.
Fear, like a devastating apocalyptic downpour, washes over everyone's fragile heart, especially those who have harbored wishful thinking and have already committed wrongdoings, whose inner alarm bells are ringing uncontrollably.
Clang!
After throwing away the blood-stained axe, Ma Jieke took out his wallet, counted out two thousand yuan in cash, and threw it at him. He then instructed Bubu, "Drive him to the hospital."
After the dazed Tang En was carried away, the scene fell into a deathly silence. Almost everyone hung their heads, still reeling from the aftershocks of the emotional earthquake.
Ma Jieke exhaled a breath of stale air and delivered his closing statement: "Are you scared? It's good to be scared. A person should have some sense of awe in life. I haven't read many books, but I understand one principle: whoever feeds me, I will work for. But now there are bad apples who are eating my food and want to smash my pot. I won't name names one by one, but I hope you will take heed and reflect on your actions. Don't go further down the wrong path, because what you think is a shortcut may be a cliff. Don't wait until you fall to realize who is truly good to you and who is using you as a tool."
These words were like an invisible sword, piercing right through the audience.
If we put ourselves in their shoes, even the life we have now isn't something everyone can have just because they want it.
Why are there almost no Asians among the homeless? Because they really can't survive. They finally manage to get a tent from the shelter, but it can be snatched away by black people in the blink of an eye. After a few months, they can't even get a piece of cardboard.
Does having the right skin color mean everything will be fine? Think again. The only true answer is always to stick together and support each other.
But when people are comfortable for too long, they will feel at ease and will not think that the reason they are not bullied and can reliably open treasure chests to make money is because someone is carrying the burden.
As the rule-maker, Ma Jieke has a responsibility to remind them that only bloody lessons can truly have an immediate effect.
"Alright, alright, let's call it a day." After Ma Jie finished playing the bad cop, Max took the initiative to play the good cop: "Everyone, go back to your tents, sleep, play games, watch porn, or discuss life with your partner. Do whatever makes you happy. The nightlife is just beginning."
"Hey you, get a bucket and a rag and wipe the blood off the floor. If the police come here, you'd better keep your mouths shut."
Once everyone left with their own thoughts, this farce of making an example of someone else was only a halftime break.
The following morning, Ma drove to the Green Box recycling station located on the edge of Fifth Street.
It's Saturday, but surprisingly, the yard of the recycling station is not deserted at all.
At least half of them were scavengers living in the slums, either pushing stolen supermarket shopping carts or dragging large snakeskin bags, coming to exchange wild resources for money.
After all, while they claim to have a monopoly, it's not that extreme. They've only occupied the main treasure chest spawn points. Some hidden corners and jars obtained from tourists are not within the restricted area.
As a person, you should just be decent. If you lick the plate too clean, how are other people supposed to live?
As for where these scavengers choose to sell their waste, that's their freedom, and it has nothing to do with me.
Normally, this place has a geographical advantage, and given the same recycling price, no one would choose to go far away.
Unless you're desperate to become a sycophant and join the Blue Hair Squad, but the Blue Hair Squad is becoming increasingly strict with its recruitment, because if you let someone in, you have to expand your territory and increase your business accordingly, otherwise it will disrupt the internal balance.
However, ever since the Aryan Brotherhood was wiped out, Majek began to make arrangements, sending people into the wealthy areas to seize resource points.
That place is full of high-level treasure chests, with a drop rate that completely crushes the poor streets. You can often get red wine, cigarettes, and...
Watches, cash, brand new unopened household items, and secondhand luxury clothing, shoes, and handbags—these are all valuable finds for scavengers, much more satisfying than picking up cans.
However, there is one thing to note: the wealthy area is an advanced map, where police and police cars spawn at an absurdly high frequency, and advanced skills such as [Great Expulsion Technique], [American Iaijutsu], and [Blackhead Removal] can be triggered at any time.
Logically speaking, if a homeless person goes through a trash can and doesn't disturb public order, it's none of your business, right?
Sorry, but according to their rules, your status makes you an unstable factor. No matter what you're here for, you'd better leave now, or I'll treat you to a peanut feast.
Not to mention garbage collection in wealthy Los Angeles neighborhoods, which is a highly profitable business. It usually involves working with environmental companies, with dedicated personnel and vehicles coming to collect the garbage every day. However, unlike street organizations, they don't send people to guard the area, which gives homeless people the opportunity to steal chickens.
After trying it a few times, Ma Jieke found it was a bit of a loss, because it was equivalent to entering the enemy's jungle to steal jungle monsters, which is a completely different concept from jungling in your own jungle.
However, the police didn't interfere with the street performances, which made life much easier for Mia and her friends. They no longer had to crowd together in the poor streets, and their income also increased accordingly. Of course, Boss Ma didn't stand on ceremony with everyone, giving them their full 20% share, which significantly increased their passive income.
As for how to consistently open treasure chests in the rich area, there are essentially two ways.
First, cultivate a good relationship with the police in your jurisdiction so they can turn a blind eye. If that doesn't work, ask Steve for help and use his connections to smooth things over.
Second, talk to the property management company, obtain formal authorization, and try every means to get them to change their partner.
No matter which choice you make, the price you have to pay is not small. The former incurs a debt of gratitude, which is the hardest debt in the world to repay.
The latter requires additional investment, the qualification approval process is quite complicated, and there is also competition with other environmental protection companies, which is troublesome just thinking about it.
While making random calculations in his mind, Ma Jie walked up to the electronic weighing machine and said to the busy staff, "Hey buddy, where's your boss? I need to talk to him."
"Boss?" The staff member didn't even bother to look up: "Go away, what are you doing? Can't you see I'm busy?"
Bang! Before he could finish speaking, Ma Jie kicked away the woven bag waiting to be calculated on the weighing scale, and the aluminum cans rolled all over the ground with a clatter.
"What do you want? You want a beating, don't you?!" This infuriated him, his anger rising to his head. But as soon as he looked up, his raised fist was gripped tightly. The other person was looking at him with a smile: "Brother, what's with all the anger? Let me introduce myself. My name is Ma Jack. I'm here to see your boss about something. Do I need to repeat myself?"
Ma Jieke? Upon hearing this resounding name, the guy immediately deflated. Who would be so foolish as to provoke such a powerful figure as the currently popular Street Fighter?
Startled, he swallowed hard and forced an awkward smile: "No need, no need. You're looking for the boss, right? He's not here right now, he'll be here tonight. Why don't you go back first and come back when it gets dark?"
This person was also very shrewd; knowing that the visitor was up to no good, he tried to play dumb.
"So you're not going to give him a call, huh?" Ma Jie was too lazy to waste words with him. He squeezed his hand hard, and a series of crisp, pleasant cracking sounds came from his ears as his joints were compressed.
When he loosened his grip, the other person was still clenching their fist, not because they were unwilling to accept it, but because they couldn't open it.
Finally, he used his other hand to pry his fingers apart one by one, grimacing as he shook his hand. He felt that if he had used any more force, he could have broken his bones.
"Okay, okay, I'll call right away." This time he completely obeyed and quickly took out his phone to make the call.
To avoid being overheard by Jack Ma, they deliberately moved further away and chatted for a full five minutes before returning, their smiles more like grimaces: "Sir, I'm really sorry, our boss is in Chicago right now and definitely won't be back today. How about you come another day?"
"Chicago?" Ma Jie laughed in exasperation. You can make up such a lie so easily! You were just saying it was tonight, and now you're in Chicago?
The straight-line distance between these two places is nearly 3000 kilometers. What, was he struck by lightning? Can he transform into the Flash?
"Really, really in Chicago, I'm not kidding."
"Whatever." Ma Jieke stood in front of the weighing machine, looking at the ever-growing line of customers, and sneered, "Tell him I'm sitting here waiting. If I don't see him in person, I'm not leaving. You'll have to provide me with lunch, a late-night snack, and a place to stay. I'll leave whenever he's willing to come see me."
After saying that, he casually moved a chair over and sat down on the open ground between the head of the line and the weighing machine.
The staff member was speechless. "You sit here like a goalkeeper. How am I supposed to do business?"
Seeing Ma Jieke's domineering behavior, the customers queuing to sell their scrap metal stared at each other, none of them daring to step forward and stop him.
The smart ones have already left the group and headed to the Baoli Scrap Recycling Station, which is farther away. It's just a few more steps, so they'll consider it exercise.
Seeing that the business was about to be ruined, the other party had no choice but to take out his phone again, open the camera, and aim at Ma Jie, intending to send the photo to the boss.
"Make sure you take a good picture of me." Seeing this, Ma Jie even struck a pose, practically wearing the word "arrogant" on his face.
You want to avoid me? Go ahead and wait it out, let's see who can outlast whom!