"I don't seem to have a choice." Lance placed the two contracts neatly, "But this is also the best choice."
He paused, "So when do I start working?"
Alberto didn't ask him to go to work right away, but instead asked him about his current job, "What are you going to do with your job at the bakery?"
"It's only twenty bucks. I'll take care of it."
Alberto opened the drawer, took out a roll of money, pulled out twenty bills, and handed them to Lance. "Here's forty dollars. It's your funding for the next few days. I hope this forty dollars will make me feel that I spent it well!"
Lance took the money, "I promise you'll find it worth it."
"Go to Fordyce, he will give you some small tools that can be used when you collect debts."
"Go to work, I look forward to your good news!"
Lance stood up, straightened his clothes, and then turned and left.
Alberto had already explained this to Fordis, actually.
So when he arrived in the hall, Fordis was already waiting for him.
He led Lance to a small house next to the backyard where the car was parked. "What kind of weapons do you usually use?"
"A bat, a dagger, or a hunting knife?"
"But I don't recommend you use lethal weapons right away. If you accidentally kill our valued customer, the boss will skin you alive."
"Unless you can make up for his loss!" As he said this, Fordyce pushed open the door. From the outside, this small room seemed to have nothing special.
But once you come in, you'll find piles of weapons hanging everywhere.
Baseball bats, daggers, hunting knives, steel pipes, steel chisels, almost everywhere.
"Have you got a gun?"
The expression of "You're so surprised! Country bumpkin!" on Fordis's face had not yet fully appeared when it became a little awkward.
"Hot Weapon is in Stoner. You will meet him later, but not now."
"Without your boss's permission, you cannot obtain a gun from the company for the time being. Of course, it is your business if you purchase one yourself."
"So choose a weapon first. I recommend this one!"
He took out a bat with red, blue and white printed on it, swung it a few times, and handed it to Lance. "It's an authentic bat from the Golden Harbor City Sailing Team. I like their game, and they will definitely win the championship this season!"
It was obvious that he was a baseball fan, and he then handed the bat to Lance, "First, learn how to attack, and then consider more threatening weapons."
"Our job is to help people who need money to get through the difficult times, and then after they get through the difficult times, let them return the money that belongs to us. We never actively hurt anyone, do you understand what I mean?"
Fordis repeatedly warned, and then left the "weapon room" with Lance, and then said, "Go choose a car. We can't let you and your friends run to work for us..."
Lance's eyes also lit up. Everyone likes driving. He immediately looked at the high-end luxury cars shining in the sun.
But unfortunately, Fordis turned his body in a different direction, pointed at a few shabby and dirty cars parked in the alley behind him and said, "This is what you should choose."
He scratched his head, his scalp feeling strangely hot, "For God's sake, can these cars still be driven?"
"Why not?" Fordyce walked to a car, grabbed the door handle and pulled it gently, and the whole door fell off with a click.
He quickly held the door that was about to fall down and shouted loudly, "Jamie, why did a car door fall off here?"
A middle-aged man wearing denim overalls and covered in stains walked out from a place that looked like a warehouse nearby.
He held a cigarette between his lips and said impatiently, "That car has just been delivered, and the ones next to you are all good, but you chose a bad one!"
"Is this our new partner?"
Fordyce clapped his hands and let go of the car door. "Not exactly, but I'm sure we'll be working together for a while."
He introduced Lance, "This is Jamie. If you watch car races, you must know the Supersonic Racing Team. He is the number two mechanic."
"But then something bad happened, so now he works for the boss."
Jamie shrugged. "I owe him a favour, so I work for him to pay him back." He paused, picked a key from the row of keys hanging on the wall next to him, and threw it to Lance. "Go try your new car, the brown one, I specially adjusted it."
Many people who owe debts are actually unable to pay back the money and they really have no money. In order to reduce losses, the company will take their cars back.
Luxury cars can be leased or resold, while other cars that can be handed over to used car dealers will be sold.
If you can't sell something, just keep it here. It will come in handy someday.
Lance started the car a little unskillfully, and what made him feel a little uncomfortable was that this car had a hand accelerator.
It's an old car, god knows how many years it has been around, the accelerator is on the right side of the steering wheel, and you increase or decrease the accelerator by pulling it back.
It has a scale that allows the pulled-out throttle rod to be hung on the scale to ensure that it always provides fuel - let's call it a throttle rod, Lance doesn't know what to call this thing.
But we have to admit that this may be the first car with cruise control function...
After a simple try, he became proficient in it. Although it was a hand throttle, it wasn't too inconvenient after getting used to it.
Lance put the bat in the trunk, said goodbye to Ford and Jamie, and drove away.
The two chatted for a few minutes and then went about their own business.
After driving on the road in fear for a while, Lance finally began to get used to the traffic of this era.
As long as the speed does not exceed thirty yards, the car drives smoothly.
He drove directly to the bridge not far from the pier, where Erwin and his family lived now.
When passing a store, he stopped the car deliberately, spent two dollars, bought ten boxes of cigarettes and a box of matches.
By the time we arrived under the bridge, forty minutes had passed.
The sound of the horn attracted a few heads to pop out of the culvert under the bridge. Erwin looked at Lance standing next to the car with some disbelief.
He was holding a cigarette, slightly bent over, with his right hand on the steering wheel in the cab.
"Oh my God, where did you get the car?", the friends quickly ran out.
They have a very special smell on them. It's summer and they haven't taken a shower or changed clothes for a long time, but it's not their fault.
There are no good washing resources here, although there is a river next to it.
The domestic sewage and treated industrial sewage in los City are discharged into the sea, so the water in this river is black and smells bad.
The odour is not so irritating in the winter, and the fishy smell can be covered up a little in the summer. Although some people have reported these situations to the city hall many times, the old men only focus on the comparison of economic growth, not whether the river water smells bad.
Young people who haven't taken a shower or changed clothes for several days and who sweat easily, have a body odour that is almost suffocating!
They stood by the car and stroked this real classic car, and Lance gave them some cigarettes.
"Mr. Coty, the gentleman we borrowed the money from, has given us a new job."
"If we can help him recover the two debts that belong to him, then the money we owe him will be written off, and we can also get some benefits from it."
He patted the car, "This is the transportation he gave us first. I need four people to come with me this time. Who of you will go first?"
Erwin immediately stood beside Lance, "I want to go."
Ethan also patted his chest and said, "I'm going too. I owe you."
Mello started to speak, but Lance stopped him, "You stay. You're older and you'll be calmer than others in emergencies."
"In any case, if something unexpected happens, try to delay it as much as possible. We will be back soon."
He randomly picked two people from the crowd and asked them to get in the car.
Ethan was sitting in the passenger seat. When he got into the car, he could clearly feel the car sinking.
Lance asked curiously, "How much do you weigh?"
He was a little embarrassed. "One hundred and eighty pounds, but I've lost some weight."
Erwin couldn't help laughing in the back seat, "Don't listen to him, that scale only goes to 180 pounds!"
Ethan was a little annoyed, "Damn it, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"
As the car started moving, the chattering and laughing among the people gradually stopped. They all rolled down the windows and enjoyed the hot wind blowing in, which was actually not very comfortable.
The first guy who owed Alberto money was called Candela, an employee of an insurance company. He borrowed one thousand dollars from Alberto and it was time to pay it back.
He has been procrastinating, and I heard that he is planning to run away.
"Will we beat him?"
As they got closer and closer to their destination, Ethan couldn't help but ask.
Lance answered without looking back while driving, "It depends on whether he cooperates with us..."