RDD 91
The justice system in the Philippines was so fucked up. It was basically true that rich people could get away with almost everything.
We had a rebel who became a Senator and then started fucking up the administration.
I was not even joking, a coup happened on July 23, 2003.
300 defectors of the Arm Forces of the Philippines seized Oakwood Premier in Makati. The leader of the defectors became a Senator... It was stupidity at its finest.
Let's not forget the fact that an ex-Senator stole millions from government funds meant for building public infrastructures.
The said Senator went to jail and was convicted of Graft and Corruption.
But in the 2019 election, he won the election by dancing. By fucking dancing! The reason he won was because he was an action star in the 80s and 90s. He had many fans who voted for him, old people to be exact.
So I understood that Waylen Javier might not be lying. I witnessed so many crimes against poor innocent people.
I sighed.
"Your salary is 280 per day."
"Y- Yes! Thank you, Boss!"
Waylen became excited. His salary was much higher than what he got from Castillo Construction.
"Listen to me first. I have to inspect your behavior within a month. If I'm not satisfied, I will not turn you into a regular. So make sure to work hard."
I'm still not sure if Waylen was speaking the truth. What he said looked sincere but I have to be careful.
"I will!"
"Do you have armbands?"
"I have them, boss."
"I want you to wear them when you're working. I'm being honest here, I don't want my customers to be afraid of your tattoos. I hope you understand."
"Don't worry Boss! I will work hard."
"Good, looks like you are enthusiastic." I nodded.
"Let's go help Santiago... By the way, I just want to make sure that no fight will happen in my shop. Santiago and I know how to throw hands."
"Haha, I'll be sure to remember them."
Santiago looked at us, particularly at Waylen.
"Don't worry brother-in-law, I'll take care of Waylen when there's trouble."
Santiago murmured next to me. It seemed that he was not convinced with Waylen.
Anyway, we started doing our job. We carried the ingredients into the shop. The perishable goods were put in the refrigerator to make sure that they won't be spoiled.
Just like what we did yesterday, we first grind the beef. We added flour and seasonings.
Then, we molded them into patties. The average weight of the patties was 70 grams. Waylen mimicked our jobs. He quickly learned how we mold the patties. He was quite fast and precise.
While we were preparing for the day, I started asking about Waylen's experience in prison.
I understood that I'm stepping out of the boundary by asking for private stuff. However, I wanted to know about his life in prison. I wanted to know if he bullied people in the prison or something.
Even Santiago was interested to hear the prison life.
I didn't find anything bad while listening to Waylen. His life in prison was what I expected.
Ten people lived in a five square meters jail. They would spend most of their time in that tiny jail... Even their food was mostly porridge with no meat.
I didn't know how to live like that. It was fortunate that Waylen only lived there for one and a half years.
While talking about his prison life, Waylen casually added the fact that the person he beat up was currently living in a wheelchair. The man lost his balls and legs. Probably that was the reason why he was so livid to send Waylen to prison.
"I never regret my decision," Waylen added.
It seemed that he took pride in beating a rapist.
When we finished preparing for today, we officially open the shop.
Santiago would cook while Waylen would assist him. As for me, I'm the one who was responsible for the cash register.
We were handling money and I didn't want any problems to happen.
"Nice. Looks like you're already open!"
Two people entered the shop. I recognized them.
"... You guys are Pedro and Juan, right?"
"That's right. We want to order 4 burgers. Oh, what's this? You guys are selling Coke and Pepsi?"
"We decided to add them so that customers can choose their drinks."
I replied.
"Is it free?"
"Nope, you have to pay for them." I resolutely shook my head.
"Haha, I'm just joking. Unfortunately, it's too early and I'm not in the mood to drink cold drinks. Maybe later, at noon."
As a person who didn't like cold drinks in the morning, I agree. I prefer coffee or hot chocolate in the morning.
"We sell coffee sachet and hot water too."
I grinned. Of course I would never forget about hot beverages. So I bought dozens of packets of Nescafe.
"Now we're talking!" Pedro laughed while Juan nodded.
While waiting for the burgers, they decided to blend coffees. The cost of coffee and hot water was 10 pesos each. So they paid me 80 pesos. 60 for the burgers and 20 for the coffee.
As expected of me, I inherited my family's business talent... I think.
Little by little, more customers showed up. In fact, a long line slowly appeared in front of our shop just to buy our burgers.
Santiago, Waylen, and I were dumbfounded when we witnessed it. So the three of us had to work hard. Some of them bought burgers for takeout while others ate in the shop.
We had five tables to accommodate around 30 people.
"... Is this even real?"
Just like yesterday, our 500 burgers were sold out again. However, we sold all of them right before 2 pm. Much earlier than yesterday's time.
To make it better, we sold most of our cold beverages.
"8,700 pesos..."
I was surprised after counting all of the money. The shop was already closed. Santiago and Waylen were sitting next to me, waiting for me to count all of the cash.
"Wow..."
Even Santiago was surprised.
"I- Is this the daily profit of this shop?"
Waylen stuttered. This was his first day. Compared to his job in construction, his job in the shop was much easier.
Yet he didn't expect that all of the burgers they cooked were sold out within half a day.
"I spent 3,500 pesos on the ingredients. If we minus the expenses, the profit is 5,200 pesos."