Chapter 647: Chapter 295: Torch Fast Ship
Seeing Jimmy and his group walking in with the General Sect Leader, the female clerk stopped her selfie-taking on her phone, squeezed out a throaty laugh, and said, “Dear sirs, welcome to Falcon Gun Shop. You all look like tough guys at the first glance. May I know what kind of firearms you might want to pick in our store? Personally, I would highly recommend this Sieg submachine gun! It’s quite convenient to carry whether you’re going to work or just shopping in the supermarket!”
Listen to that, what a statement.
Only in Texas could you consider carrying a gun to work and while grocery shopping as everyday activities.
The female clerk took out a Sieg from under the counter. Flipping her hair back, she said in a sugary voice, “If your one-time purchase exceeds 2000 US dollars, our little store can also offer an additional free shooting range service!”
Shooting range service? How informal can a gun store get?
Teacher, does this free shooting range service include one-on-one recoil management and shooting guidance?
Wouldn’t you know, the Beggar Gang Disciples, ogling at her bursting cleavage and long black-stockinged legs, all felt like testing their shooting skills too!
“This toy is for chicks. Give me something better,” Jimmy laughed out loud.
Allen Zhang looked at him speechlessly, “I prefer using this gun model. Does that make me a chick too?”
“I’m so sorry, my mistake.”
Jimmy immediately rectified his attitude and seriously said: “I think the Sieg is actually a classic light submachine gun. A real man should use a Sieg.”
Jimmy, when did you become such a smooth talker?
As the female clerk continued to search for suitable firearms for these tough guys, Jimmy said bluntly, “No need to look further, we are here to take over the shop. From today on, you should call us boss.”
Upon hearing this, the female clerk became alert, and her attitude changed dramatically, “Are you here to make trouble? And you want me to call you boss? Why don’t you just say you’re taking over the entire store? You must not know who runs Falcon Gun Shop. Get lost now, or I’ll call the cops!”
Jimmy couldn’t bother to argue with her and slapped the contract on the counter, “What are you bragging about? Look at this contract! Be careful or I’ll fire you.”
The female clerk picked up the contract with skepticism, perused it, and expressed some surprise. She immediately took out her phone and made a call. After asking about the situation, her attitude changed at the speed of light, and she came out from the back.
Hugging Jimmy’s arm with ‘accidental’ body contact, she said in a pitiful voice, “Mr. Jin, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t know the gun shop had been transferred. Please don’t fire me. If you like, it’s only necessary to fire me.”
“…” Are those words you can even say?
Jimmy inhaled sharply and stammered, “I’m not Mr. Jin; the one next to you is.”
“I can tell just by your dumb look you’re not my boss!”
The female clerk swore under her breath, let go of him, and then turned to fling herself towards the General Sect Leader, again with the accidental body contact, pleading pitifully, “Boss, I’m so sorry for my mistake, please don’t fire me! At home, I have a paralyzed husband, a sick mother, and an adopted child to support.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not unreasonable. Are you married already?” Allen Zhang looked at her, surprised. She hardly looked to be in her early twenties.
The female clerk sighed: “It was just that I was too young and reckless, so I got married. My husband got drunk and had a confrontation with someone on the street, got shot in the head, but luck was on his side, he survived but ended up in a vegetative state. I had no choice but to take up the responsibility of caring for him.”
“Why not get a divorce?” Sieg couldn’t help but ask. Who would have thought she had such a sense of responsibility? Looks can indeed be deceiving.
“Because the government provides a 600-dollar subsidy to poor families each month, and it only costs me 200 dollars to pay for his drip feed. His family in Chicago also sends me money every month.” She gave Sieg a look as if looking at an idiot.
“…” Sieg was speechlessly choked up.
Oh well, then that’s settled.
Allen Zhang checked the gun shop’s facilities, went upstairs and found that there was even a bed here. The safe was empty, and the computer had the Opportunity Network website open, along with recent transactions.
The female clerk accompanied him throughout, enthusiastically introducing everything, maxing out her charm value for the General Sect Leader, “Boss, you really have a great figure.”
Sieg and Jimmy wisely waited downstairs.
“How much is your monthly salary for working here?” Allen Zhang checked the Falcon Gun Shop transactions and asked, “Are there any other employees?”
“Yes, there are three other female employees and myself on a rotating shift schedule. Each of us works 8 hours, and the gun shop is open 24/7, earning 20 US dollars an hour. We each get a salary of 3200 US dollars a month, with additional commissions. For every firearm sale we make, the former bosses would pay us a commission of 0.5% to 2%. The more guns we sell, the higher our wages! When business is good, like when two teams arrange to fight on the streets and clash in the suburbs, we sell them guns and I’ve made as much as 14,000 US dollars in one month!”
The female clerk proudly said, “Boss, keeping me would definitely be the right choice!”
“You are indeed excellent. Starting today I can offer you a 25-dollar hourly wage, and if you perform well, I can raise it to 30, even 35 dollars. I have a gun shop in Los Angeles where my employees concluded a large arms deal once, earning up to 200,000 US dollars in commissions from just one transaction,” Allen Zhang said with a smile.
“200,000 US dollars!?”
The female clerk was incredulous and became excited, clutching the General Sect Leader’s shirt, “Boss, are you serious? Are you really raising my hourly wage to 25 US dollars? Even 30 US dollars?”