"Get down here and find a few people to open the bags and check through that trash!"
Lin Baici instructed.
"Got it, Big Cousin!"
Batugel eagerly rubbed his palms together.
"Call me Brother Lin!"
Batugel had a good attitude, and he was physically strong—a decent enforcer. No need to make him do the dirty and tiring work. "Do you need money?"
"Brother Lin, what kind of question is that? Of course, I do!"
Batugel chuckled.
"Work hard, then. Once we're out, I'll give you a Palamera!"
Lin Baici didn't say he'd give him a million bucks. He was sincere, but this kind of promise often sounded like empty talk to others.
Better to use something tangible, like a car!
For someone wealthy, a car might just be another item in the garage, easy to part with like it's nothing.
"Thank you, Brother Lin!"
Batugel, now pumped with excitement, jumped off the garbage truck and walked toward the Bootlicker guy.
"What do you want to do?"
The Bootlicker panicked.
