dkrc Chapter 31 Baseball bats and homeless men are a perfect match.
Chapter 31 Baseball bats and homeless men are a perfect match.
Matthews didn't quite understand Simon Lin's analogy, but he understood that Simon Lin meant to refuse.
He turned and ran to Moi's side: "He...he disagreed, and said he had a way to 'restore my memory'."
Upon hearing this, Moey immediately flew into a rage and kicked Matthews in her round, plump buttocks, making her jump up with a cry of pain.
"Useless. He's so big, yet he can't even intimidate an Asian."
Moi shoved Matthews aside, cursing, and charged toward Pikachu with his sleeves rolled up.
He rushed to the driver's side, deliberately pulling at the corners of his eyes with his fingers in a highly insulting and stereotypical gesture, and shouted sarcastically, "Hey, you little-eyed, yellow-skinned monkey! Your courage is as small as your eyes, huh? Dare to get out of the car?"
He reached for the car door handle, trying to pull Simon Lin out of the car. "Get out of here right now, take your $400 and get the hell out of here, or I'll throw you to feed the stray dogs."
Lin Ximeng sat in the car without moving, secretly laughing to himself:
He already knew that bullying existed among the homeless.
But they actually set their sights on themselves.
I was indeed alone, but you two dared to attack my main force?
Lin Ximeng unlocked the car door directly. On the other side, Mo Yi was clenching his fists, his face flushed red, gripping the door handle tightly with all his strength.
The moment the lock clicked open, his force vanished, and his entire body tilted backward.
"Ouch--"
With a scream, he fell flat on his back.
Before he could even curl up and get up, Simon Lin deftly grabbed the gleaming baseball bat from the passenger seat, pushed open the car door, stepped out, and kicked Moi hard in the stomach with his toe.
"Hmm!"
Moy arched his back in pain, clutching his stomach tightly with both hands, and hoarsely cried out, "Matthews, where the hell have you been? Come and help me!"
Hearing the shouts from not far away, Matthews shuddered in fright and stumbled toward them with her chubby body.
He put all his strength into punching Lin Simon's face, but his half-baked boxing moves were full of flaws in Lin Simon's eyes. Moreover, Matthews was big and fat, and her movements were as slow as if she were doing calisthenics.
Simon Lin shifted his foot slightly, easily dodging to the side. Matthews' fist missed its mark, and the momentum carried him forward several steps before he plunged headfirst into a pile of jars next to him.
Seeing this, Moi, who was lying on the ground, tried to sneak up and launch a surprise attack.
Lin Ximeng had already noticed his movements, and with a backhand, he slammed the baseball bat handle into his back.
"Ugh!"
Moi cried out in pain again and fell back to the ground, unable to move for a long time.
The entire fight was a one-sided toying by Lin Simon from beginning to end. Matthews was clumsy and slow, and her punches didn't even touch the hem of Lin Simon's clothes.
Moi was short and weak, and his sneak attack failed, resulting in him being severely injured instead.
Lin Ximeng was getting tired of playing and didn't want to get entangled with them anymore. He put away his baseball bat, took two steps forward, and delivered two powerful punches that landed precisely in the eyes of the two men.
Within seconds, Matthews and Moy's eye sockets swelled up and turned dark blue.
The two men covered their eyes and squatted on the ground, groaning in pain, no longer daring to be arrogant.
"Kneel down properly!"
Lin Ximeng kicked Mo Yi in the back of the knee, his tone icy.
The two were in so much pain that their legs went weak, and they both knelt down on the ground, their panda eyes particularly noticeable in the sunlight.
Mo Yi was filled with remorse. He had thought Lin Ximeng was an easy target because he was Asian, but he never expected him to be such a tough nut to crack, and instead, he got a severe beating.
Matthews covered her swollen eye socket, secretly nudged Moy with her elbow, and muttered softly, "Didn't you say he was easy to deal with? Why does my eye hurt so much?"
"It's all your fault," Moi thought to himself. "All that tall, big body of yours is wasted; you can't even fight back when you get beaten up."
[Skill Upgrade, Street Fighting lv.0 upgraded to lv.1 - After enough practice, you have mastered the skills of one-on-many combat, and you are the street whirlwind.]
Ignoring their whispered conversation, Lin Ximeng looked down at them and asked, "Have you regained your memory yet? What's the remaining balance?"
Moi immediately forced a fawning smile and nodded vigorously: "500, it's definitely 500 dollars. I was just confused and remembered it wrong."
Lin Ximeng held out his hand, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Where's the money? Do you expect it to just fly into my hands?"
Upon hearing this, Moe immediately gave Matthews a meaningful look: "Quick! Hand over the money."
Matthews hurriedly pulled out the crumpled stack of US dollars from her pocket.
Moi, with a fawning smile on his face, shuffled his knees on the ground, trying to get up and hand over the money.
He bent over and presented the money to Lin Ximeng: "Brother, the money is here, not a penny less, please count it."
Simon Lin reached out and took the money, counting it between his fingers to confirm that it was indeed $500.
He glanced at Moy standing in front of him, his tone suddenly turning cold: "Who told you to stand up?"
Mo Yi's smile froze instantly, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!" Before he could react to what was happening, Lin Simon kicked him in the chest again.
With a "thud," Moi fell flat on his back again, wincing in pain.
"Kneel down properly!"
Lin Ximeng coldly rebuked him, which frightened Mo Yi so much that he quickly covered his chest and got up, obediently kneeling back in his original position, not daring to breathe loudly.
Isn't it just bullying a homeless person?
Anyone can do that, you know, you really know, it feels pretty good.
Baseball bats and bullying are a perfect match.
Lin Ximeng glanced down at the two obediently kneeling figures, then turned his gaze to the two mountains of jars not far away, and casually asked, "What are you doing with all these jars?"
Moi replied, "This is a rule set by our boss. We're told to bring all the cans we collect back here every day and pile them up here, then take them away to sell the next day."
Lin Ximeng pressed on with interest, "Why not just sell it directly? Are you trying to profit from the fluctuations in the buyback price?"
Riley had told him before that the price of recycling cans fluctuates daily, and the amount can vary considerably depending on the quantity.
Moi shook his head: "These are the rules and regulations our boss came up with. He said that if our homeless team wants to grow and become stronger, we must have KPIs and need to operate with data."
"The performance evaluation is based on the number of cans collected. This can prevent the homeless people under my command from being lazy and not working, and it can also prevent anyone from embezzling the money from selling the cans."
"KPI?"
Lin Ximeng paused for a moment, realizing how long it had been since he had heard that term.
I never imagined that performance targets would be so important even in homeless groups.
The homeless on the West Coast are indeed different.
Lin Ximeng gestured to Mo Yi: "Go on, your boss is quite the troublemaker."
Moi immediately perked up, knelt down and moved forward a little, gesturing excitedly as he said, "Every day when the homeless come back, they ask us to count and record the number of cans they found, so that we can prevent anyone from slacking off."
"The next day, another person will register and collect the cans to take to the recycling station to sell. This will prevent the person who collected the cans from selling them directly for money."
At this point, Moi's face was full of admiration: "The boss also set a bunch of KPIs, not only assessing the number of cans collected, but also attendance rate, the condition of the cans, etc. Meeting the targets will result in a larger share of money, and exceeding the targets will result in a bonus. In the end, the money from selling the cans will be distributed to everyone according to the proportion and KPI data."
"Does it work?" Lin Ximeng asked curiously.
Moi nodded vigorously, his tone excited: "Absolutely fantastic! The boss has done the math; after implementation, everyone's collection of cans increased by 20%, and overall income rose by 5%!"
"Don't you guys think this data is wrong?" Lin Ximeng scoffed.
Mo Yi paused for a moment, then waved his hand: "This is a normal phenomenon, as the boss said, called diminishing marginal returns. He said that's how it is in big companies; when the targets are improved, the growth rate of revenue will slow down."
He added with a proud look, "Our boss used to be in finance at a big company, he knows a lot."
Lin Ximeng rolled his eyes inwardly: No wonder he's a finance professional at a big company, he's really good at this. A 20% increase in the number of cans only gets him 5% of the revenue, it's obvious that he's been skimmed off at every level, and he's using diminishing marginal returns as a fig leaf.
Moi added enthusiastically, "Everyone's really enthusiastic right now. They go out to collect cans before dawn just to get more bonuses. We didn't go out to collect cans today because we had to pick up orders."
Lin Ximeng didn't respond after hearing this, but instead asked, "You ordered so much beer and steak today just to celebrate this can't of liquor's increased revenue?"
Moi quickly shook his head, his tone becoming more mysterious: "It's not just that, the key is that our boss has gotten in touch with the Black Sun Gang and is about to start a new business. They're expanding the camp and recruiting people everywhere."
As he spoke, he looked at Lin Simon with a fawning expression and leaned forward, saying, "Brother, you're such a good fighter, why don't you join our team? I'll definitely introduce you to the boss myself."
Lin Ximeng shook his head: "I have a team, from the No. 39 bridge cave camp."
"Huh? Chris's camp?" Moy seemed to have thought of something. "Chris is muscular, but you won't get anywhere following him. Our boss recently found a super tough black guy to deal with disobedient small groups like theirs."