"How much does your boss pay you?" Allen Zhang asked.
"We get a daily wage of 180 US dollars. Since it’s long-term work, the pay is not high. You get paid for each job you do, and the work is easy. It just involves dumping animal corpses on the ranch, causing a commotion at night, and at worst, slashing tires or smashing windows, using Voodoo to curse the land. We’ve been doing this for half a year and never had any accidents," the few young men confessed honestly, hoping for leniency.
"Good, I’ve got your situation, but I’ve taken over this estate now. According to the law, these 400 hectares of land are now private property of our Foundation. You can no longer harass the residents of the town or trespass on private property. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind burying you alive here as fertilizer," Allen Zhang stated.
Upon hearing this, the group of young men instantly became a bit panicked.
"However, I’m short of a few hands right now. I need help with odd jobs. If you’re willing to work for me, managing these 400 hectares of land, watching over the gardens, I can offer you a daily wage of 240 US dollars, which is 30 dollars per hour. The work is easy, and you can drink on the job without affecting your work. It’s a respectable job!" Allen Zhang said.
"Sir, we’re willing!" The young men looked at each other and quickly surrendered.
Where can you find a job in a rural town that pays 30 dollars an hour? Even big cities might not offer such opportunities.
Naturally, they were recruited to watch over the entrance.
"Officer, may I know how to address you?" Allen Zhang then turned to the nearby policeman.
"Hello, sir. You can call me Morgan. I’m here to extend greetings from the Chief of the Green Field Police Station," Police Chief Morgan said, feeling a bit uneasy.
Morgan? Why not call yourself Arthur.
Allen Zhang smiled slightly: "We’ll be doing some investment work here in the future, and we hope you can take good care of us. My people should have already paid their respects, and I have friends working in the FBI Agent Association who know a bit about what you police have been up to. I hope you don’t make things difficult for us."
"Certainly not! We are definitely considering the residents of the town! Serving the public and striving to maintain Green Field Town’s image and public order," Police Chief Morgan replied with a forced smile, feeling the bitterness inside.
Damn it, when it was time to collect his share, he didn’t get any, and now, when trouble comes, he suddenly gets promoted to Police Chief to take the fall for his boss.
An Auditor called saying that they would soon come to inspect their enforcement of the law and the residents’ satisfaction with the police.
Is this even possible?
Wouldn’t everyone be giving the police just one star?
The whole police station would have to be replaced from the inside out.
"Good, that’s what we call a dedicated public servant!"
Allen Zhang laughed heartily: "I was wondering if you’re hiring? I have a few friends who are military veterans and might consider joining your police station in the future."
Police Chief Morgan’s scalp tingled instantly. No way, is he trying to plant people inside? That’s too much.
Openly trying to usurp?
Is there no law? Is there no legal system?
He managed a strained smile: "You are big business people, our town’s police station does not offer much in terms of welfare; we only have a basic salary of 2000 US dollars per month, with a perfect attendance bonus. I’m sure that won’t interest your people."
"Eh, Police Chief Morgan, you speak too modestly. My friends are all professional veterans, outstanding talents who have always wanted to make a contribution to the society and serve the citizens of the town," Allen Zhang smiled.
"It just so happens that the Hanberger Foundation is still missing a chairman for the Estate Ranch and a few consultants. We are prepared to offer the chairman and consultants a monthly salary of 20,000 to 30,000 US dollars, plus bonuses and dividends. I wonder if the officers of Green Field Police Station are willing to give up some of their private time to work for the Foundation at the ranch?"
"Without hesitation!"
The moment Police Chief Morgan heard this, he perked up, saying sternly: "I’ll propose this to the Chief as soon as I get back, to have our outstanding officers sacrifice a bit! Including myself, there are 16 officers in the station and two police dogs, all willing to make this sacrifice."
For 20,000 US dollars a month, I’m yours!
30,000 US dollars a month plus bonuses, I humbly ask you not to consider me just anybody!!
If you are willing, I would gladly accept to be your godfather.
Holding the General Sect Leader’s hand, he exclaimed, "Mr. Jin, with you here, the construction of Green Field Town is assured! We will definitely continue to improve in the future! Economic take-off is just around the corner!"
"That’s right," the General Sect Leader nodded satisfactorily, easily resolving this small matter.
Once the Deer couple had prepared the transfer documents and brought them to the General Sect Leader, Allen Zhang took a photo to send to Dave for a check. After confirming everything was correct, he also signed his name.
And so, he paid 1.8 million US dollars to acquire the 400-hectare Estate Ranch, which was added to the investment properties of the Hanberger Foundation.
This wasn’t considered the personal property of the General Sect Leader. After all, he’s not an Anglo-Saxon white person.
The property belongs to everyone. The General Sect Leader merely has 24-hour usage rights and subsequent rights to oil well exploitation.
There will be dividends. As long as you pay to join, the General Sect Leader alone can’t eat this whole big cake.
Keeping pace with the General Sect Leader’s steps, even a dog in the town’s police station would have meat every meal – no one would be shortchanged!