The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 175: I'm Just a Student

Jonas is going crazy. Who are the people around the boss?
Wang Fugui and his people, who were originally thought to be useless, are now in contact with high-ranking officials in Los Angeles and have taken over the anti-drug business left by their boss.

Now here comes another Oriental man, no, here comes another Oriental devil!
Jonas felt he had to fight for it.

"Boss, this is definitely not a good idea! Absolutely not!"

Xiunuo looked at Jonas with a smile: "What's wrong with that? At least the homeless shelter will have some income, right? Joe, you know I don't care much about money. You are the person in charge, and all the money is yours."

Jonas smiled a smile that was uglier than crying. "Boss, this money is not easy to take. I won't talk about the devilish remarks made by this guy. I just want to say that the labor dispatch market in the United States is actually not that big."

"For example, we don't have such a huge demand for labor."

Jia Yu casually replied, "Salary, benefits, union commissions, and factory outflows are all reasons why there is not such a large demand for workers, but in the final analysis, the money that needs to be paid is too much. We can engage in a price war."

Jonas' eyes widened. "You know it's illegal to underpay someone!"

Jia Yu didn't care at all: "The boss said you are a lawyer, so you should know better that in this land, many illegal things can be legal. The difference lies in how much money you are willing to pay."

Jonas finally met someone he was good at, and he immediately retorted: "No, no, no, if they need to pay extra money to hire workers, those people will not do it. Our only advantage is the minimum wage standard, but unfortunately, kid, just to save this money, those people will not choose these temporary workers, because they can also lower the price themselves. And once it is lower than the minimum wage standard, they will need to spend a sum or even a lot of money to solve this problem. Those people are not fools."

After saying this, Jonas let out a long sigh. He finally had a way to fight back against this kid.

Many people think that everything can be solved through power and money transactions. Yes, although this is true, this country has not yet done so. Why?
Because if you give too little, people won’t need it, and if you give too much, they might as well obey the law.

Those guys who like conspiracy theories have never considered the issue from the perspective of the cost of breaking the law.

Just when Jonas was feeling somewhat proud, Jia Yu spoke again slowly: "Is the mission of the Homeless House to make money?"

"Huh?" Jonas was stunned.

"At least my boss told me that it wasn't the case. So, this is what makes the Homeless House different from any previous charity organizations, or even the workers' union. It's true that the workers' union fights for the interests of the workers, but the premise is that they can get a share. But the Homeless House is different."

"Our goal is not to make money, at least not a lot of money, is that correct?"

Jonas looked at Xiuno.

Xiunuo didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile.

Jonas already knew the answer. This boss really didn't care about money, because Jonas knew that if he really needed money, the vaults of those banks in Los Angeles would be his wallet!

What he cares about are the votes gathered by these homeless people.

Although Jonas didn't understand why his boss, an illegal immigrant, would care about votes, he clearly didn't even want legal status.

Jonas took a deep breath. "So?"

"Thank you money," Jia Yu said. "We give it as a token of gratitude to the companies for providing job opportunities for the homeless, or for some other more hidden reason. You are a lawyer, so this should be your expertise. We give rebates to companies willing to employ workers in this way. The minimum wage in California is $16 per hour, so we can lower it to $12 or even $10 per person."

"The company still offers a salary of $16, but the extra dollars will be borne by the homeless shelter." Jia Yu looked at Jonas expressionlessly: "Now, are we competitive enough? If you are bolder, you can earn this part of the money back from those dispatched workers in the form of loan interest. But I don't recommend doing this in the early stages, because we still need some reputation. Of course, illegal immigrants are an exception."

Jonas blinked. "This..."

He wanted to refute, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed like there was no way to refute it?

This is indeed a solution.

Although it is only three or five dollars, from another perspective, it is equivalent to a direct reduction of one third or even more in the labor cost of this batch!

What does it mean to save one-third of the monthly salary for employees?
He looked at Jia Yu, trying to see a hint of pride on this student's face, but Jonas only saw Jia Yu's calm expression.

But Jonas immediately found a way to refute it.

"This is malicious competition, kid. Do you know how many people will lose their jobs if you do this? Remember how they discriminated against Orientals? They scolded you for stealing their jobs! Because you work hard."

Jia Yu just shook his head: "There are white people and black people among the homeless." "I don't mean the skin color, but their anger. Those unions and workers will come to kill us! They will block our door, they will march! They will protest! That's the most troublesome thing. Doing so touches the interests of those unions. This is why labor dispatch in the United States has not grown. Otherwise, who doesn't like cheap labor?"

Jia Yu tilted his head and said, "Isn't the real reason that there is cheaper labor overseas?"

"Yes! That's also the reason, but I'm talking about us."

"But we are a homeless relief organization." Jia Yu asked, "You mean, a group of workers want a group of homeless people to be responsible for their job loss? And then destroy a charity organization?"

"What?"

Jia Yu continued: "Where is the media? Where are the white left? Where are their relatives and friends? Do they know that their friends and brothers are such cold-blooded people? They lost their jobs and blamed it on a bunch of poor homeless people?"

Jonas gritted his teeth. He felt like a brave man fighting against the devil.

Jonas swore that he had never had such a dream in his life, but now he was actually doing it.

"They marched to protest against the city hall and had to deal with it. They would rather take action against a public welfare organization than offend those unions."

"No way?" Jia Yu didn't think so. "We helped the capitalists attract firepower, so that the grassroots people did not unite, but fought each other. This is what your politicians want to see. Isn't it the same for LGBT? After a great black man and an ideal party appeared on American soil, they have become alert. The grassroots cannot unite, and they want to turn any problem directed at them into a contradiction between groups."

"Isn't this the fundamental reason why the lower classes are now being divided into various groups? This is what they need. The ideals of the homeless shelters in the past are what really make them wary."

"What did you study in school?" Jonas was shocked.

"Of course, none of this matters." Jia Yu said slowly, "What matters is, does the boss care? Mr. Jonas, do you think the boss cares that a group of Americans who used to have jobs lost their jobs?"

Jonas was startled.

Jia Yu pushed his glasses and made a decisive statement: "I don't understand why you disagree with Mr. Jonas, but let's think about what the final result will be. The homeless people now impact the jobs of ordinary people, and those who are unwilling to reduce their income will lose their jobs. Some of them may be able to survive for a while with their savings, but most people will face the pressure of bank bills after losing their jobs."

"There will be a wave of bankruptcies, and then what will they become? Well, yes, homeless people."

"If they become homeless, we can let them join the homeless shelter and provide them with jobs. Although their income will be much lower, at least they have jobs. For the government, this is a contradiction after the lower class is divided again, and they are happy to see it. For those capital companies, this helps them reduce labor costs and save money. They won't do it openly, but they will support us secretly."

"This is a change, but who will be hurt by this change in the end? The government? No. The companies? No? Isn't that enough? As for the workers, they have suffered, but it seems that you don't care much about how they live. And they have a way out. The only ones who will die are the unions. The homeless shelter will replace them while constantly growing stronger."

"Mr. Jonas, do you still think this is not worth doing?"

Jonas opened his mouth.

Jia Yu added: "As for those who don't want to die, except for us, they will eventually die under the huge interests of many parties. The advantage of the homeless shelter has never been to help the homeless. There are too many such organizations. Our advantage is that we have money and we are not prepared to make money. We don't care about the benefits of money."

"This is the foundation of the Homeless House. Only by implementing this principle and sticking to it, in this land where capital is supreme, people who are willing to give up their own interests can become the very existence that can overturn the table for others. This is a dimensionality reduction attack."

Hearing this, Jonas looked directly at Xiunuo: "I give up, I have no problem, boss. But I need to remind you that not everyone is as loyal to you as I am. Profits are sometimes what those idiots are looking for."

Xiu Nuo laughed: "Our cash cow has never been Joe here, but Dark Gold Pharmaceuticals."

Jia Yu added: "After development, theoretically the votes from the homeless shelter will be where the money is. Then no one will force us to buy things from somewhere else. Everyone knows the concept of 'earning less', but few people in this land are willing to do so, right?"

"They don't want to share their profits, not even a cent!"

Jonas smiled bitterly, "Jia Yu, right?"

"Yes."

"You're actually a spy, right?"

Jia Yu said calmly: "I'm just a student."

(End of this chapter)