America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 3 Operation Teddy Bear

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

That's two weeks' salary.

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

"You never signed a daily wage contract with me. It can only be considered the minimum hourly wage." Max had considered all relevant situations and made preparations as early as when Martin Davis was injured.

If a worker injures a complicated part like his head, it will be very troublesome if the problem persists. Max blocked the way in advance: "You fell from the roof and damaged the dog house of Mr. Paul, the owner of the house. He spent $1200 on that dog house. I paid him $1000 in compensation. You can ask Mr. Paul for verification."

Paul is a friend that Max has known since he was a teenager, and he had already made the arrangements: "Bill and Jones, who worked with you, testified that you drank alcohol while working, violated operating regulations, and ignored persuasion, which led to the accident and caused huge financial losses to your employer. You are primarily responsible."

"In addition, your behavior has seriously damaged the company's reputation and caused the company to lose three consecutive business orders." To deal with this poor, dropout, ignorant and stupid young man, Max easily launched a series of combined punches.

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

Martin opened it and took a quick look. On the surface, there was nothing wrong with it, but it would be easy for a company to create such a document.

Max smiled kindly. "I didn't take you to court to claim compensation from you. Instead, I paid you $100 out of humanitarianism. You should say thank you."

He also kindly reminded: "If you have any objections, you can file a complaint with the union and apply for arbitration. Sorry, I forgot that you don't have a stable job, can't afford the union dues, and have never joined a union."

Martin closed the text and fell into deep thought. It was not a good idea.

Max twitched his nose repeatedly, his expression becoming more excited: "You can't afford a lawyer, you can apply for legal aid from the ATL Legal Aid Association. I heard that the waiting time is at most a few months."

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

Martin himself does not understand American laws and regulations, and he has not even completed the previous stage of happy education, so it is impossible for him to have relevant knowledge reserves.

Max knocked on the table hard: "Go back, young man, and recover from your injuries. The company welcomes you back anytime."

Martin put away the check and looked at Max. It seemed that the normal procedure was difficult to follow.

It’s nothing but class and money.

The door at the back opened at this time, and a strong Latin man appeared at the door.

There was no way Martin could do anything with his injured leg, so he turned and left Max's office.

As he went downstairs, he searched his memory carefully to determine what he had found.

This stuff is rampant in Atlanta.

Martin got in the car and saw a Cadillac parked not far away. He remembered that it was Max's car.

After thinking for a few minutes, noting the license plate number, and remembering more about Max, especially the route he had to take to get home, Martin started the car and drove in that direction.

Max lives in a middle-class community not far from Clayton.

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

Elena came up and asked, "Did that damn guy give the money?"

Martin took out a cash check and handed it to her: "I met a very difficult boss."

"Only $100?" Elena was very angry: "Does he think you are a beggar?"

Harris took a painkiller to temporarily suppress the pain and said, "If we apply for arbitration or legal aid, what are the chances of winning?"

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

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

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

Elena punched each of them on the head and pointed at the bedroom door: "Go in, you two idiots are not allowed to come out without my permission!" The siblings turned their heads to the side and went into the bedroom.

Martin waited until the bedroom door was closed and spoke again: "Harris, can you move around normally?"

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

Martin didn't waste any words and said directly: "I have worked for Max for two weeks and have a certain understanding of him. He is a family man who leaves the company at 3:30 every day to go home. He always takes the same route. There is a very suitable intersection on that road. We will wait for him there."

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

Harris backed off: "If I rob Max, there's a 90 percent chance I'll go to jail, and I still want to apply to college."

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

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

"Either shut up or listen to me!" Martin quickly recounted what he was thinking, and then said, "According to their rules, poor people can never defeat rich people. We must jump out."

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

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

Elena gave him two middle fingers and agreed, "The idiot has finally become a little smarter."

Martin grabbed Elena's legs, pulled a few hairs off the teddy bear puppet's pants, and asked, "Can I get a teddy bear puppet suit?"

Elena raised her eyebrows, "No problem."

Martin then asked, "Are there any cameras or something?"

Harris said first: "Scott's store should have some second-hand goods."

"Very good!" Martin ordered, "Elena, go get the puppet costume, I'll go find Scott, Harris, keep an eye on those two idiots, don't let them cause any more trouble!"

Elena was the first to stand up and said as she walked out, "Lazy guys, hurry up and run, Operation Teddy Bear has begun!"

She drove back to the mall where the sale was taking place.

Martin headed to the north side of the community 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 burped 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."

Martin knew Scott wouldn't pay, so he asked, "Do you have a camera?"

"I don't have a camera, but I have a camcorder." Scott put down the bottle and showed off a miniature camcorder. "It's new from JVC. I just got it last week. Help me find a buyer and I'll give you a commission."

Martin had seen this model before, so he took it and fiddled with it: "Is it still usable?"

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

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

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

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

Operation Teddy Bear begins.

(End of this chapter)