Chapter 16: A New Starting Point

"It seems I don't have a choice." Lansi placed the two contracts neatly. "But this is also the optimal choice."

He paused. "Then when do I start working?"

Alberto didn't let him go to work immediately, but instead asked about his current job. "What do you plan to do about your job at the bakery?"

"It's only 20 dollars; I'll solve it."

Alberto opened the drawer, took out a roll of money, pulled out twenty bills, and handed them to Lansi. "This is 40 dollars, your expenses for these few days. I hope this 40 dollars will make me feel that my spending is worth it!"

Lansi took the money. "I guarantee you will feel that this money is worth it."

"Go find Fudisi; he will arrange some small tools for you that you can use when collecting debts."

"Go to work; I look forward to your good news!"

Lansi stood up, tidied his clothes, and then turned to leave.

Alberto had already explained it to Fudisi, in fact.

So when he arrived at the lobby, Fudisi was already waiting for him.

He took Lansi toward a small house next to the backyard where the cars were parked. "What weapon are you used to using?"

"Baseball bat, dagger, or hunting knife?"

"But I don't recommend you use lethal weapons right from the start. If you accidentally kill our honorable client, the boss will peel your skin off."

"Unless you can compensate for his loss!" As he spoke, Fudisi pushed open the door. From the outside, this small room didn't seem to have anything special.

But after coming in, one would discover that piles of weapons were hanging everywhere.

Baseball bats, daggers, hunting knives, steel pipes, steel rods—they were almost everywhere.

"Are there guns?"

Fudisi's expression of "Be amazed! You country bumpkin!" hadn't fully manifested yet before it became somewhat awkward.

"Thermal weapons are with Shi Dong; you will know him in the future, but not now."

"Without the boss's permission, you cannot receive guns from the company for the time being. Of course, buying them yourself is your own business."

"So pick a weapon first; I recommend you use this!"

He took down a baseball bat printed with red, blue, and white colors, swung it a few times, and handed it to Lansi. "The authentic baseball bat of the New Jincheng Sailing Team. I like their games; they will definitely win the championship this season!"

It could be seen that he was a baseball fan. Then he handed the bat to Lansi. "Learn how to attack first, then consider more threatening weapons."

"Our job is to help people who need money to get through difficulties to get through them, and then after they get through the difficulties, let them return the money that belongs to us. We never take the initiative to hurt anyone. Do you understand what I mean?"

Fudisi exhorted repeatedly, then left this "weapon room" with Lansi, and then said, "Go pick a car; you can't let you and your friends run around working for us..."

Lansi's eyes also brightened. No one doesn't like driving. He immediately looked at those high-end luxury cars shining in the sun.

But unfortunately, Fudisi twisted his body in another direction and pointed to several cars that looked broken and dirty parked in the alley behind. "These are what you should pick."

He scratched his head, and his scalp felt inexplicably hot. "For the sake of the Lord, can these cars still drive?"

"Why not?" Fudisi walked to a car, grabbed the door handle, and pulled it lightly, and with a "crack," the whole door fell off.

He hurriedly held the car door that was about to tilt and shouted loudly, "Jiemi, why is there a car door that fell off here?"

A middle-aged man wearing denim overalls and covered in stains walked out from a place that looked like a warehouse next to him.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and said somewhat impatiently, "That car was just sent here. The few next to you are all good, but you just had to pick a broken one!"

"Is this our new partner?"

Fudisi clapped his hands and let go of the car door. "Not entirely, but I believe we will work together for a while."

He said and introduced him to Lansi. "This is Jiemi. If you watch racing games, you must know the Supersonic Racing Team. He is the number two mechanic."

"But later some unpleasant things happened, so he works for the boss now."

Jiemi shrugged his shoulders. "I owe him a favor, so I work for him to pay it back." As he spoke, he paused, picked one from a row of keys hanging on the wall at hand, and threw it to Lansi. "Go try your new car, that brown one; I specially adjusted it."

Many people who owe money actually can't pay it back and really don't have money. In order to reduce losses, the company will get their cars back.

Luxury cars can be leased or transferred, and other cars can be sold if they can be handed over to second-hand car dealers.

Those that can't be sold are left here; there is always a time when they are useful.

Lansi started the fire somewhat unskillfully. What made him feel somewhat unaccustomed was that this car had a hand throttle.

Old-fashioned car, God knows how many years it has been. The throttle is on the right side of the steering wheel, increasing or decreasing the throttle by pulling backward.

It has a scale gauge that allows the pulled-out throttle rod to hang on the scale gauge to ensure it always gives oil—let's call it a throttle rod; Lansi didn't know what this guy should be called either.

But one point must be admitted: this might be the earliest car with cruise control function...

After a simple attempt for a while, he became proficient. Although it was a hand throttle, after getting used to it, there was actually not much inconvenience.

Lansi put the baseball bat into the trunk, then said goodbye to Fudisi and Jiemi, and drove away from here.

The two chatted for a few words, then went to do their own things.

Lansi, who was running on the road in the car, finally began to get used to the traffic of this era after being terrified for a while.

As long as it doesn't exceed 30 yards, the car runs quite steadily.

He drove the car directly to the bridge not far from the dock, where Aierwen and the others were living now.

When passing a shop, he specially stopped the car, spent 2 dollars, bought 10 packs of cigarettes, and also asked for a box of matches.

By the time he arrived under the bridge, it was already 40 minutes later.

The honking of the horn made several heads poke out from the culvert under the bridge. Aierwen looked at Lansi standing by the car in disbelief.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, was slightly bent over, and his right hand was next to the steering wheel in the driver's cab.

"My God, where did you get the car?" The companions soon ran out.

They had a very special smell on them—summer, not having bathed or changed clothes for a long time, but this couldn't be blamed on them.

There were no very good washing resources here, although the river was right next to them.

The domestic sewage and treated industrial sewage in New Jincheng are all discharged into the sea, so the river water in this river is black and emits a stench.

In winter, the stench won't be so stimulating, and in summer, the sea fishy smell can cover up some of it. Although some people have reflected these situations to the City Hall many times, the masters will only focus on the comparison of economic growth, not whether the river water stinks or not.

Young people who haven't bathed or changed clothes for several days and are prone to sweating have a smell on them that is almost enough to suffocate people!

They stood by the car and touched this old-fashioned car in the true sense. Lansi distributed some cigarettes to them.

"Mr. Cotti, that is the gentleman we borrowed money from, he gave us a new job."

"If we can help him recover 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. This time I need four people to go with me. Who of you will come first?"

Aierwen immediately stood by Lansi's side. "I want to go."

Yisen also patted his chest. "I also want to go; I owe you."

Meiluo intended to speak, but Lansi stopped him. "You stay behind. You are older, and you are calmer than others when encountering emergencies."

"In any case, if an accident occurs, try to delay time as much as possible, and we will be back soon."

He pointed to two people in the crowd at will, and then let them get into the car.

Yisen sat in the passenger seat. When he entered the car, he could clearly feel the car sink downward.

Lansi asked somewhat curiously, "How much do you weigh?"

He was a bit embarrassed. "180 pounds, but I've already lost some weight."

Aierwen in the back seat couldn't help laughing. "Don't listen to him; that scale only goes up to 180 pounds!"

Yisen was somewhat annoyed and ashamed. "Damn it, no one will treat you as a mute if you don't speak!"

When the car started driving, the laughter of several people gradually decreased. They all rolled down the car windows, enjoying the hot wind that was actually not very comfortable blowing in.

The first guy who owed Alberto money was called Kandela, an employee of an insurance company. He borrowed 1,000 dollars from Alberto, and it was already time to pay it back.

He had been dragging it out, and people heard that he was planning to run away.

"Will we beat him?"

Watching getting closer and closer to the destination, Yisen couldn't help asking.

Lansi answered without looking back while driving, "That depends on whether he cooperates with us..." ===== CHAPTER 17 =====