Chapter 51: The Wooden Door and Wooden Table

In the morning, Enio and several friends met at the front door of their house, their faces beaming with genuine smiles from within.

The day before, they had completed two deals, earning a commission of ten dollars, which might not seem like much at first glance.

But keep in mind, during this period, illegal immigrants renting out other people's work cards could only keep about fifteen dollars of actual income for themselves.

Adding a bit more, this was already equivalent to an illegal immigrant's monthly income, and they had made it in just one day.

To be precise, it was in just one afternoon.

This speed of making money was enough to make anyone's eyes turn red with envy.

Lance always paid them in cash on the spot, which stimulated them to work even harder for him.

In this world, nothing couldn't be driven by profit. If there was, it simply meant you hadn't invested enough.

Ten dollars was enough to keep these young immigrants without a proper job working hard for him.