John came, his foot bones have healed, and he can now walk without a limp and do physical work.

As for Mike and Francisco, they have been here all along.

"You all know what this business is about. Today, we will officially start, but first, I need to determine your salaries."

The boss can't be without authority, but there must be basic boundaries when dealing with employees.

The wisdom of the ancestors is that the name and the person cannot be faked.

Gao Guang simplified the name and person as financial and personnel rights. No matter when, he will distribute the money earned, distribute the salaries, and decide who to use and what tasks to assign.

"John has experience, ability, and is familiar with the king's defense situation and how security companies operate. So, you will be in charge, with a basic salary of 10,000."

Even if there are only four people, the division of authority must be clear. John was given the title of supervisor. Gao Guang looked at Mike and Francisco and said, "Both of you will have a basic salary of 8,000. Any problems?"

All three shook their heads, and Francisco even seemed quite happy.

Gao Guang continued, "We don't know how the bonuses will be calculated yet, but you can rest assured that I will not treat you unfairly. If our business is good, it is very possible for the bonuses to be higher than the basic salary. And the salaries will be paid on the 10th of each month, starting from today."

A monthly salary of 10,000 is considered high, and for Mike and Francisco, a monthly salary of 8,000 is definitely high, especially since this is just the basic salary, there are also bonuses.

Gao Guang continued, "First, we need to ensure legality, so I need to talk to a lawyer before negotiating with merchants. But for now, we need to do some preliminary work, let's call it market research. Where do you think we should start?"

What is called asking the blind is that Gao Guang wants to extract something useful from the mouths of his three employees. That is really harder than reaching the sky.

The problem is that Gao Guang himself doesn't know where to start. Everything is easy to say, but when it comes to action, it becomes difficult. He thought it was a simple matter, but when it came to actually doing it, there were countless details, and he didn't know where to start.

John hesitated and said, "How about calling Frank?"

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Gao Guang was speechless. If Frank knew what to do, he wouldn't have gone bankrupt.

Francisco took a step back and said, "I'm not good at thinking, don't count on me."

Mike scratched his head and thought for a long time, then suddenly said, "I know a buyer who is a jerk. I've disliked him for a long time. How about we go find him? What do you think?"

Finding a fence, this is a legitimate market research. Let's do it.

"Okay, where is he?"

Mike said anxiously, "Wait, are we really going? His place is very messy. Should we bring guns?"

Gao Guang and John looked at each other, then both lifted their shirts, revealing the handguns at their waists.

John had a 1911, and coincidentally, Gao Guang also had a 1911.

Combat guns should be distinguished from everyday guns, so Gao Guang didn't bring his M17.

Mike looked depressed and asked, "Can I bring a gun?"

Gao Guang and John have the qualifications to legally carry guns, but Mike and Francisco don't. Considering the issue of legality, they cannot bring guns.

"Both of you don't need to bring guns. If the place we're going to is very chaotic, you should at least wear a bulletproof vest. Is that person alone or does he have followers?"

Mike thought for a moment and said, "He has a follower, and there should be a few hooligans with him. People who do this kind of business and live in a community with poor security have to consider safety. Um, these people won't hesitate to shoot."

Having a few hooligans shouldn't be a big problem. If they can't handle this, then there's no need to do this business.

"Let's go, find him, and do some market research first."

If they're going out, they need to take a car, but when Mike noticed that everyone was looking at his BMW X6, they shook their heads like a rattle drum.

"Don't expect me to drive my car to that kind of place. I don't want my car to be scratched, windows smashed, graffiti on it, or my tires punctured. Boss, you drive your old car."

Fine, let it be an old car. The four of them got into one car, with Mike as the driver, heading straight to one of the most chaotic and worst security neighborhoods in Los Angeles.

Gao Guang hadn't really explored Los Angeles before, and the neighborhood where King Defense Company was located was in a good area in terms of security and environment. So he couldn't imagine that the international metropolis of Los Angeles could be so rundown and dirty.There are tents on the roadside, and all the people lying or sitting on the roadside are homeless. The trash cans are full and no one collects them. Then there are piles of garbage next to the trash cans. The most frightening thing is that there are many used syringes on the road.

It feels a bit subversive and unexpected, but except for Gao Guang, no one has any feelings about the scene they see.

"It should be here. I've been here once. He asked me to deliver the stolen goods to his house because he was too high to go out. It's around here... here!"

Mike suddenly pointed to a house, then he stepped on the brakes and said to Gao Guang in the passenger seat, "It's here, definitely."

Gao Guang looked around. This is a typical community in Los Angeles, but the road is narrow and the sidewalks are narrow. The houses on both sides do not have garages or lawns. They are a symbol of the middle class. What they have here are old houses that look dilapidated from the outside and groups of black people.

Gao Guang has never dealt with gangsters in this kind of situation, but with Mike and Francisco here, he is not afraid.

Francisco suddenly said, "What's the difference between here and New York? Do we talk with guns or fists?"

Mike thought for a moment and said, "Usually, we use fists first and then guns. But if you see the other party pulling out a gun, it's best to run directly. Generally speaking, as long as you run, they won't shoot. Of course..."

Francisco had already pushed the door and got out of the car. He looked left and right, then knocked on the window of the passenger seat and said, "Come down."

Gao Guang got out of the car, Mike shrugged and spread his hands, and said to John in the back seat, "I don't think Francisco knows how black people do things."

At this time, Gao Guang, who had gotten out of the car, suddenly sat back in the car, and then he said urgently, "Wait, a very important question!"

Francisco poked his head out and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mike and John were also puzzled. They thought Gao Guang had discovered something extraordinary, so John instinctively touched the gun at his waist.

Gao Guang whispered, "How should I introduce myself? I can't just say hello, I'm a mad dog. No, this won't work, absolutely not!"

Mike exclaimed, "Is this what you're worried about?"

Francisco thought for a moment and said, "Let's call you boss."

"Boss is not a nickname. I have to give myself a cool nickname. In the future, when I have to be called by a nickname, you absolutely can't call me mad dog!"

John helplessly said, "Is there a problem with the nickname mad dog? It's not common to give yourself a nickname."

Mike frowned and said, "Yeah, should we finish the job first and then come up with a nickname?"

Gao Guang firmly said, "No, absolutely not! This is our first appearance in this industry. I have to have a code name. I'll be called Mad Dog here. Can I change my name in other places? I absolutely can't be called Mad Dog anymore. It damages my image."

After a few people stared at each other for a moment, John said angrily, "This is ridiculous. I can't think of anything."

Mike looked at Gao Guang and said, "You're too thin, long and thin... um, how about calling you Mantis?"

"No, it's not fierce enough."

John curiously asked, "Didn't you have any nicknames before? Tell us so we can refer to it."

Gao Guang said without hesitation, "I can't use my previous nicknames."

"Why? It's brave to say it out loud. Even if we can't use it, it's still fun to hear."

Gao Guang whispered, "I've always been thin since I was a child, so my nickname has always been Skinny, Electric Pole, Bamboo Pole, and other similar nicknames accompanied me until middle school. Then, after my struggle, they gave me a related nickname that insulted me severely, called Stick, which means wooden stick in English."

Mike didn't understand and asked, "Isn't that good? Is this word insulting? Wooden stick is not bad."

Gao Guang glared at Mike angrily and said, "This is definitely an extremely insulting word. Whoever dares to call me Stick, I will kill him!"

Seeing that Gao Guang was really anxious, John said regretfully, "Okay, what else?"

"Well, when I grew up a little bit, no one called me a nickname anymore. I grew up and became less childish. But in college, my roommates called me Monkey because I practiced martial arts. So I performed a set of stick techniques at the New Year's party, and they called me Sun Wukong, and then it changed to Monkey. But Monkey is absolutely not acceptable because I hate monkeys! I hate them so much! So, under my persuasion, they called me Big Brother."

"I hate monkeys too."

"Me too."

"That's right, monkeys are really annoying, but what does Big Brother mean?"

Gao Guang scratched his head and said, "It's a reference to Journey to the West. Chinese people understand it, but I can't explain it to you clearly. Anyway, it's still Monkey."Several people fell silent again. Now they reached a consensus once more, absolutely not calling him "Monkey," so this nickname couldn't be decided.

At this moment, Francisco suddenly said, "Bayonet, machete, rifle, pistol, artillery shell, landmine, hand grenade, airplane, tank, there are many nicknames to choose from. Anyway, the military has the most nicknames like these. You pick one."

Mike nodded and said, "That's right. We're about to break into some bastard's house soon, and it's very likely that we'll have to fight. At this time, discussing nicknames at the entrance of someone else's house, I think it's quite funny."

Then just pick one randomly, but John said, "Nicknames are for a lifetime. How can we casually choose a tacky nickname? It's better to be called a mad dog."

"No, nicknames are for a lifetime, so even if I die, I won't use the nickname 'Mad Dog.' Absolutely not!"

Gao Guang's stubbornness made the other people helpless. Francisco suddenly said, "Dragon, Great Wall, panda, bun, um... let me think, there's also kung fu."

John immediately said, "The Chinese style is so strong. Are you trying to kill him? Absolutely not."

Francisco shrugged and said, "I've said all I know. It's not my business anymore. Guys, we've already wasted five minutes here. Someone is starting to watch us. Someone is coming out!"

Under pressure, people can make decisions quickly. Gao Guang had no choice. He urgently said, "Just call me Otto for now. We can come up with a nickname later. Whoever dares to call me Mad Dog will be fined! Let's go!"

Someone came out from the door, a black man, looking unfriendly at Francisco, then lowered his head and looked at the open car door, where Gao Guang was sitting in the passenger seat.

Gao Guang got out of the car and instinctively straightened his clothes.

John, sitting in the back seat, said discontentedly, "Always fining, fining. Just call yourself 'Fining.'"

- - - Side note - - -

Nicknames are important, but I just can't think of one. How about you guys help me think of one?

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