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After receiving the check, Martin took a look and found that the amount was wrong, only $100.

That's two weeks' salary.

Martin recalled the relevant situation when he came, and said: "Mr. Max, we agreed on a daily salary of $45, and I worked for you for 12 days in two weeks."

"You have never signed a daily salary contract with me, and it can only be regarded as the minimum hourly salary." Max had considered the relevant situation as early as when Martin Davis was injured, and had already made preparations.

A complicated place like a worker hurting his head would be very troublesome once he entangled him. Max blocked the road ahead of time: "You fell from the roof and smashed the owner Mr. Paul's dog house. It cost $1,200, and I paid $1,000 for it, and you can testify to Mr. Paul."

Paul was a friend of Max’s when he was a teenager, and he had already greeted him: “Bill and Jones, who worked with you, proved that you drink alcohol, operate illegally, disobey dissuasion, cause accidents, and bring huge sums of money to your employer. property damage, bear the main responsibility."

"In addition, your behavior has seriously damaged the company's reputation, causing the company to lose three orders in a row." To deal with this kind of poor, stupid young man who dropped out of school and has no knowledge, Max easily punched a series of combos.

He took out a folder and pushed it to Martin: "Look, this is a termination agreement because of you. Your behavior caused the company to lose three important customers."

Martin opened a quick view, and there was nothing wrong with it on the surface, but it was easy for a company to get this kind of file.

Max showed a benevolent smile: "I didn't take you to court to claim damages from you. Instead, I paid $100 based on humanitarianism. You should say thank you."

He also kindly reminded: "If you have any objection, you can appeal to the trade union and apply for arbitration. Sorry, I forgot, you don't have a regular job, you can't pay the membership fee, and you haven't joined the trade union."

Martin closed the text, lost in thought, not very easy to handle.

Max twitched his nose one after another, and his expression became more excited: "You can't afford a lawyer. You can apply for legal aid from the ATL Legal Aid Association. I heard that the queue can be up to a few months."

This is all-round crushing from class to money, even if Max is just a small boss of a small company.

Martin himself does not understand the laws and regulations of the United States, and he has not even completed the predecessor of happy education, so it is impossible to have relevant knowledge reserves.

Max knocked hard on the table: "Go back, young man, heal your injury, the company welcomes you back anytime."

Martin put away the check and looked at Max. It seemed difficult to go through the normal procedure.

Without him, class and money.

The back door opened at this moment, and a strong Latin man appeared in the doorway.

It was impossible for Martin to drag his injured leg to do anything, and turned to leave Max's office.

As he descended, he scoured his memory to determine what he had found.

This stuff is running rampant in Atlanta.

Martin got into the car and saw a Cadillac parked not far away, which was Max's car in his memory.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, taking note of the license plate number, and remembering more about Max, especially the road he must take to get home, Martin started the car and drove towards it.

Max lived in a middle-class neighborhood not far from Clayton.

Martin drove along the road he remembered, turned back to the Clayton community, and entered Carter's house.

Elena came up to him and asked, "Did that damn person pay?"

Martin pulled out a cash check and handed it to her: "I've got a tough boss."

"Only $100?" Elena was very angry: "Did he treat you like a beggar?"

Harris took painkillers, suppressed the pain temporarily, and said, "What is the probability of winning if we apply for arbitration or legal aid?"

Martin sat on the armchair and said: "We are poor ghosts, and time is a huge cost."

Hall suddenly answered: "Take the gun and kill him!"

Lily sneered: "You want to go to jail?"

Elena punched each person on the head and pointed to the bedroom door: "Go in, I won't speak, you two idiots are not allowed to come out!"

The siblings turned their heads to one side and entered the bedroom.

Martin waited until the bedroom door closed, and said again: "Harris, can you walk around normally?"

Harris nodded: "I took painkillers, no problem."

Martin didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "I have worked for Max for two weeks, and I know him well. He is a man who cares about his family. He will leave the company and go home at 3:30 every day. He walks the same way every time. Then There is a junction in this road that is very suitable, and we will wait for him there."

Elena was surprised: "What do you want to do? Highway robbery?"

Harris flinched: "I robbed Max, the probability of going to jail is as high as 90%, and I still want to apply for college."

"What are you two idiots thinking?" Martin pounded his fist hard on the armrest of the sofa: "I am a person with principles and bottom lines!"

Elena couldn't understand: "I don't want to go to the hell prison, Lily and Hall are two idiots..."

"Shut up, or listen to me!" Martin quickly recounted what he was considering, and then said: "Within their rules, the poor will never win against the rich. We have to jump out."

Harris murmured: "Principles and bottom lines..."

Martin doesn't care: "We have principles and bottom lines, but the principles and bottom lines must be flexible."

While sending two middle fingers, Elena agreed: "The idiot has finally become a little smarter."

Martin grabbed Elena's leg, pulled off a few hairs of the teddy bear doll's pants, and asked, "Can I get a teddy bear doll costume?"

Elena raised her eyebrows: "No problem."

Martin asked again, "Is there a camera or something?"

Harris said first: "There should be second-hand goods in Scott's store."

"Very good!" Martin ordered: "Elena, go get the doll costume, I'll go find Scott, Harris, watch those two idiots, don't let them mess up again!"

Elena was the first to stand up and said as she walked out, "Slackers, hurry up and run, the teddy bear operation has begun!"

She drove back to the mall where the sale was on.

Martin headed north of the neighborhood and found a tiny grocery store.

Scott Carter was sitting at the counter, grabbing a bottle of rum and pouring it into his mouth. When he saw Martin, he hiccupped and said, "Boy, what are you doing here?"

Martin came to the counter: "Your son Harris broke his arm."

Scott took a sip of his drink and said, "Remind him to go to the hospital."

Knowing Scott wouldn't pay, Martin asked, "Is there a camera?"

"There is no camera, but there is a video camera." Scott put down the wine bottle, and took out a miniature video camera to show off: "JVC's new product, just received it last week, help me find a buyer, and I will give you a commission."

Martin had seen this model before and fiddled with it: "Can it still be used?"

Scott stretched his neck: "Of course it works!"

Martin picked it up and left without looking back: "Harris needs treatment, and I'll return it to you later."

"Damn it, stop, stop!" Scott shouted fiercely, but did not chase.

Back at Carter's house, Elena came back soon, and the three met and set off together.

Teddy bear action begins.