Chapter 848: People Are Stupid and Rich, Come Quickly! (Part II)

"Bang bang bang" knocking on the door sounded. Savage turned his head and found that his door was knocked. As soon as he opened the door, he didn't see anyone at first. He looked down and found a child with baby fat on his face, holding a stack of newspapers, looking at him with expectation.

"Sir, do you want to subscribe to the newspaper? 80% of the residents here have subscribed. I will deliver today's latest daily newspaper to your door at 6:30 in the morning. If you also subscribed to milk, the milk will also be delivered together. Other breakfast food and daily necessities will be delivered at 8:00 in the morning and 5:00 in the evening..."

Savage frowned, but the child wasn't afraid at all. He walked two steps closer, handed the newspaper to Savage, and said: "You can take a look first. We have a cooperation with the Cat Getan Daily. We guarantee that the ink quality of the newspaper given to you is the best, and you can see it clearly even without ironing!"

"Of course, we also provide free newspaper ironing service, but you must subscribe to at least one year of newspapers and milk to get this service."

"Believe me, sir, we, the Hemp Foot Gang, are the most professional newsboys in the Living Hell. The milk we can order is also the best. It is just transported from outside the city. If you order everything, I can also go to talk about a discount for you..."

The child pushed hard, but Savage set his eyes on the newspaper.

He discovered that the information about the construction site he asked the Pied Piper to collect before was now clearly written on the front page of the newspaper. Not only that, the start time, completion time, how long they worked every day, and even the renderings of the completion were written on the front page headline of the newspaper.

Savage snorted coldly. He thought that the Wayne Group was just a private enterprise and didn't understand the importance of intelligence at all. Such important things were clearly written on the newspaper that anyone could see. If someone wanted to make trouble, wouldn't it be easy to get the information?

"Sir, do you want to subscribe? Please, subscribe to one. Our performance has been bad recently. If I can't reach the order, our boss will beat me. Please..."

In the begging voice of the child, Savage returned the newspaper to him and said: "How to subscribe?"

The child immediately showed a happy smile, then took out a notebook from his pocket and said: "You only need to write your name and address here, pay the fee, and then you can receive the newspaper every week."

"If you subscribe to the newspaper alone, it is 10 dollars a week, but if you match it with milk, it is 16 dollars a week in total. If you want to subscribe for a year, it can be cheaper. If you want to hire long-term errand service, you can also pay by the month, which is 60 dollars a month..."

Savage snorted coldly and said: "Do you think I don't know that you deliberately asked for a high price? And the house rented to me by the gang here is at least ten times more expensive than outside."

"Of course, sir." What Savage didn't expect was that the newsboy didn't panic, and didn't even deny it. He just said very seriously: "It will be very expensive for outsiders to subscribe to newspapers here, because we need to pay extra costs to help you deliver newspapers."

After saying that, the newsboy counted on his fingers and said: "Let's put it this way. If something happens to you here, or because you don't understand the rules and hurt someone here, we will all be taken to be questioned by the gang on our heads..."

"Once something big happens, we will all be implicated. Lightly, we won't be able to work for a few days. Heavily, we might lose our lives. So, the cost of hiring us will be more expensive. This is reasonable. All outsiders are like this."

After saying that, the newsboy curled his lips and said: "It's just that some poor ghosts from outside say they can't afford it when they can't afford it, and they have to find all kinds of excuses, and want us to sell it to them cheaply..."

"Before, there was a ghost from outside who got drunk and smashed a vase. The vase fragments cut a patrol leader. The next day and the third day, I was taken to be questioned. I couldn't work for two days, and I had to borrow money to buy food from others..."

"As a result, that drunkard didn't have money to pay, which made me scolded by the gang leader, saying that I knew he was drinking and didn't remind them."

The newsboy stared at Savage with big eyes and said: "They said you are very rich, so I came. If it were that bunch of poor ghosts without quality, I wouldn't even knock on the door!"

Savage widened his eyes, a bit surprised. He didn't expect that the children here would be so reasonable.

After saying this, it made people feel that it was quite reasonable, and they would also raise sympathy for him. So Savage said: "Money is not a problem. The problem is, if I give you so much money, how much can you do for me?"

The newsboy immediately widened his eyes. He looked left and right, lowered his voice, and said: "My god, sir, you don't really intend to do something here, do you?"

Savage looked at him as if he had something to say. He took out ten cents from his pocket and handed it to him. The newsboy took the money and continued: "Outsiders will be watched by children within a month of coming here. Once there is any problem, it will be reported immediately. You must not do anything here."

"If the gang can't manage it, they will find the police. Cat Getan's police are very terrifying. Here, there are not many people who can live to go to court, and even fewer are physically sound. And that Batman who often wanders here, I heard he eats children..."

Savage narrowed his eyes and said: "No, I don't want to do anything here, but you also know me, I'm new here and I'm not very familiar with the rules here. If I am willing to subscribe to your newspaper and milk, are you willing to tell me some big things that happened recently?"

The newsboy scratched his head and said: "But, big things can be seen in the newspaper? You just need to subscribe to the newspaper."

"I mean the big things inside the Living Hell..."

The newsboy seemed a bit puzzled, but he still said: "Alright, if this can make you subscribe to the newspaper from me, it's not impossible. But I don't have so much time to write, so how to tell you?"

"If you can't write, then I'll find someone who can write." Savage narrowed his eyes and stroked his arm. He said: "There should be many newsboys who can deliver newspapers here..."

The newsboy shook his head and said: "Morning and evening are the peak times for us to deliver things. No one will be willing to delay time to write a long essay. If we don't write it ourselves, we have to hire people, which costs money."

"I said, money is not a problem." Savage stepped back appropriately and said: "I will give you appropriate rewards, but you must ensure the timeliness and authenticity of this information."

The newsboy struggled for a long time and said: "Alright, but you have to give me an extra 10 dollars every week... Ah, no, 5 dollars, 5 dollars is enough. I will put what I wrote under your vase at 5 o'clock every day."

"But..." The newsboy raised his tone and emphasized: "You must subscribe to one year of newspapers and milk to make up for the orders I don't have this month, otherwise it's not worth me doing this..."

The two pulled for a long time. In the end, Savage paid the money, and the newsboy got the order.

Savage thought he had found a breakthrough. Although these children were greedy for money, they were at least much better than those gangs who didn't reason and only knew how to shoot.

It didn't matter if they wanted a high price, and it didn't matter if they treated themselves as fat sheep. As long as they agreed to his first condition, the subsequent things would be easy to handle.

That's right, Savage's train of thought was the same as Schiller's train of thought before. He felt that as long as a group here opened the door to him, as long as they were willing to make a little concession, then the subsequent things would be a matter of course.

The newsboy ran fast through the corridor, passed through a somewhat narrow corridor bridge, and came to the South District.

He knocked on the door of an office, and without waiting for the person inside to respond, he rushed in directly and said: "Boss Cobblepot, it's done! You are simply as wise as a god. He really let me deliver information to him!"

"How much did you ask him for?" Cobblepot behind the desk raised his head and asked.

"I originally wanted 10 dollars, but in the end, I still wanted 5 dollars. Is this price a bit too high?" The newsboy asked. He said: "After all, I told him that subscribing to the newspaper is 10 dollars a week..."

"Not high, I think it's just right." Cobblepot showed a sinister smile and said: "This price will let him know that he was slaughtered, but to him, it doesn't count as anything at all. This is what Professor Schiller said, blurring his judgment of loss."

"10 dollars a week, for the Living Hell, is simply an outrageous high price. He should also know this point, but because he is very rich, he feels that trying it doesn't matter. Next, it is to increase his cost step by step and test his bottom line..."

"A good show is about to start."

Accompanied by Cobblepot's smile, several flyers on his table flew out along the window and fell in front of Savage's door one after another.

In front of every apartment room door in the Living Hell, there would be a mailbox. Savage discovered that most of the mailboxes here were full of advertisements before he moved in, but he didn't expect that on the second day after he moved in, he welcomed the warm welcome of the merchants here.

Food, daily necessities, and even weapons, bars, restaurants, and some drugstores that were hard to talk about, almost all merchants that could be found in the Living Hell threw a large number of advertisements into these corridors.

Savage wouldn't be like the residents here, buying vegetables and cooking by himself. He would only go to high-class restaurants to eat. The food charges in the Living Hell restaurants weren't expensive, but all kinds of miscellaneous fees were shockingly expensive. The service fee was 30%, the tip was 20%, and even the meal box for packing cost more than ten dollars.

However, Savage consumed at the Sorkworth Hotel before, and the price here, even if all these messy fees were added, was less than half of the expenditure at the Sorkworth Hotel.

Comparing this way, Savage felt that they charged more money, but in fact, it didn't matter, because the total price wasn't expensive, and the service attitude was much better than the Sorkworth Hotel.

The style of all shops in the Living Hell was that as long as they saw Savage coming in, they would greet him with a smile, from the store manager to the waiters, standing in two rows and bowing to say hello. Savage made one movement and one look, and someone immediately came over to ask him what he wanted to do.

When signing the tip bill, it was the employee who served the best who came over, looking at him with a smile. Savage simply waved his pen. Anyway, it was only a few dozen dollars in total.

Of course, after seeing these advertisements, Savage also wanted to explore the bar, because that was where gang members were most active, and there should be quite a lot of information.

After entering the bar, he definitely had to order wine. The most ordinary water-cut whiskey was dozens of dollars, but as long as he added a little more money, he could order a quite good wine for more than 100 dollars.

When Savage consumed at the Sorkworth Hotel, it was about this price, so Savage didn't feel surprised.

When sitting at the bar, a group of gang members sitting next to him often drank too much and talked about their boss. Savage sat on the side and listened. The wine in his hand couldn't be broken. It was normal to drink hundreds of dollars in one night.

These two-digit and three-digit consumptions weren't taken into Savage's eyes at all. Going to eat, more than 200 dollars, going to the supermarket more than 100 dollars, going to bars and nightclubs to inquire about information, spending 500 dollars in one night wasn't much.

However, after living for two weeks, Savage looked at the recent expenditure bill and was stunned.

In two weeks, he spent nearly 3,000 dollars. Now it is the 1990s. Even for Cat Getan's middle class, this is also a huge sum of money. ===== CHAPTER 849 =====