What Dean Dares Not To Do

Scott is a salesman of a small agricultural airport in southern Texas. As Christmas approaches, he is planning where his family will go on vacation.

However, there will be no such good luck this year. A farm here in Ohio has been complaining about problems with their agricultural machinery.

Damn it! If it was in the past, for such customers. Scott is likely to ignore it, and then send an after-sales staff to do it perfunctorily when he is in a good mood.

However, since RB's agricultural machinery landed in North America, such good days are gone forever.

In order to save and keep his customers as much as possible, Scott needs to fly across the United States and travel thousands of miles from sunny Texas to the cold weather of Ohio.

When he got off the plane, he didn't want to stay any longer. He hurried straight to the phone booth near the airport. He needed to make a call to the company's local contact point.

Scott rummaged through his briefcase for a long time, but he couldn't find what he wanted.

Obviously, good luck stayed away from him again, and the phone card that should have been stored in the mezzanine was gone.

"F*ck!" Scott cursed angrily, and then shivered in the cold wind in Ohio.

He looked up left and right. This damn Youngstown-Warren Airport didn't even have a decent convenience store.

"Sir, I guess you need help?" He had paid attention to his Dean for a long time and skillfully came up to talk to him.

"Yes, my phone card is missing. Do you know where to buy it nearby?"

Scott looked at Dean first and saw that he didn't look like a bad-hearted gangster, so he responded casually.

"Then you can ask the right person, sir." Dean turned his finger, and a brown card appeared in his hand.

Unused internal card, $50 each. Not only can it be used in the United States, but you can even call Canada.

"Internal card?" Scott had never heard of such a phone card, but the familiar logo made him doubt it.

"Why don't you try it, sir?" Dean generously handed the card to him.

"Okay," Scott glanced at the bleak airport again and decided to try it in two minutes. Anyway, he would not lose anything.

Then, at Dean's prompt, Scott picked up the phone and dialed the number.

Hearing the answer from his colleague on the other end of the phone, Scott looked at Dean in surprise, who motioned him to call first.

Five minutes later, Scott hung up the phone.

"It looks good. They are the same as ordinary phone cards. By the way, what's your name?

"Sean. "Wadner" Dean skillfully reported his name.

"Sean, you said this is an internal card." Scott looked at the card in his hand, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Of course, it took me a lot of effort to get this." Dean nodded confidently.

"For the sake of your great help just now, I'll take the $40 card."

"Sir, you can't do this. It's worth $50. You just heard the balance in the phone card.

I spent $45 to buy it, and I admit that I just want to make a difference. Little Dean, who sold phone cards in the cold wind, looked at Scott pitifully.

Oh, look at that little look. It's a replica of the little girl selling matches in Andersen's fairy tale.

However, business is business. Whenever the negotiator shows this expression, Scott will only make a fierce bargain.

"Sean, others may not know, but I Scott can be sure that there is no internal card at all. I guess..." Scott smiled meaningfully. "This should have been obtained by some kind of trick, just like the blue box once had."

The surprise in Dean's eyes flashed away, but it was caught by Scott, and he smiled proudly.

"If I'm right, you should also have the device that can make phone calls without time, right?"

If Dean pretended to be surprised just now, then he really looked at Scott with new eyes this time. It seems that he met a master today.

"Sir, maybe the truth is as you said. But I did spend $45 for this phone card.

Scott didn't answer, just looked like Dean.

"Well, you won, 40 dollars." Dean shrugged his shoulders like he was.

It was not until then that Scott smiled triumphantly, but after completing the deal, he was not in a hurry to leave.

"Sir, what else can I do?" Dean looked at him innocently.

"That kind of time-limited device, if you have it, I also need it, and the price is negotiable." Scott looks down on a $50 phone card and wants more.

As a salesperson, he calls dozens of hundreds of hours a month, and most of these expenses are reimbursed by the company.

This is not a small amount, but because he didn't spend his money, Scott didn't care much before.

But now it's different. If he can get that kind of free phone call device, he can save the cost.

However, saving this fee does not mean that the expenses he reimbursed to the company every month will be reduced.

With some small gray means, Scott can put the monthly reimbursement of phone bills into his pocket.

Look, the company didn't spend a penny more for it, but Scott got real benefits.

His predecessors once used the blue box to perform similar operations.

Unfortunately, the technology of the telephone company was updated later, and the blue box did not work. But I didn't expect that today, he found something similar again.

That's a thousand dollars a month. Thinking about other colleagues around him who have such needs, Scott is very angry.

"Sir, are you mistaken? I'm just a second-way trafficker." Dean was unmoved and continued to pretend to be stupid.

"Listen," Scott whispered closer, "I know that you flyers have such ability. I promise you that as long as you can provide something similar, I am willing to spend a lot of money to buy it."

Dean blinked.

"One thousand dollars, one thousand dollars a set!" Scott stretched out a finger and stressed.

The stupidity in Dean's eyes has decreased.

"One thousand five hundred dollars! Within ten sets, as much as I want!" Thinking of the reimbursement of more than 4,000 dollars a month, Scott began to increase it.

"Sir, I don't know if it can be achieved. Let me be willing to try to persuade my family to tackle technical problems." Dean's eyes were extremely clear.

"Two days" Scott stretched out his finger and shook it. "I'm only in Ohio for two days."

"I understand. Whether it can be achieved in two days, I will be here again at this time." Dean bent down humbly, saying that he would do his best.

"To be honest, I still like the stupid look you just now." After patting him on the shoulder, Scott stroded out of the airport.

Quietly raising his middle finger, Dean quickly walked to a secluded path by the airport, where a Chevrolet pickup truck was waiting for him.

"Dean, is everything going well?" Roger in the car threw him a can of beer.

"It's smooth beyond imagination." Dean opened the can and touched him.

Roger is Dean's high school classmate. When he was in Wilson High School, they were hardcore friends.

But later Dean went to Cleveland, and Roger went to college in Youngstown.

Yes, there are also state universities in Youngstown. After all, including large urban areas and suburbs, there are more than 500,000 people in Youngstown, and it is normal for a university to serve it on such a city scale.

It's just that not to mention the United States, it is ranked more than 100 in the Midwest. Most of the local white high school students went there after graduation.

"Dean, did you go to Cleveland to watch the Cavaliers' game at the Quick Loan Stadium?"

"You know Roger, I'm good at tennis baseball and table tennis, and basketball doesn't call me."

"Oh, shit! Dean, that's the Cavaliers, our own team! You didn't even watch even one of their games?!"

"F*ckyou! Roger, as far as I know, you haven't been to the Cavaliers' game either.

"I was because I didn't have money, but I supported them in front of the TV!"

"It's as if I'm richer than you. It's enough for you to buy a month less cover."

"Then it's better to kill me~!"

...

In the south of the city, Dean came to Wood Street again.

This time he came not for Pete, but for his own business, to be precise, to prepare for the business in two days.

Since visiting Dad Pete, Dean has been trying to take out his phone card on a small scale.

Those pre-recharge cards of dozens of dollars are unexpectedly popular in the east and north of the city.

Especially for the face value of $10 or 20, with a 70% discount, all the small phone card inventory in Dean's hand was cleared in two days.

It turns out that no one can refuse small advantages, especially the poor living in the east and north of the city.

Most of the people of color there do not have their own houses, and most of them live in cheap apartments. This means that there is basically no landline phone at home, and a roadside public phone is the fastest choice when they need it.

So when someone is willing to sell them a $20 phone card for about $15, few people can refuse.

As for whether anyone suspects that the origin of these phone cards is unknown? ComeOn! I'm so poor that I can't afford the rent. Who still cares about this?

Besides, going to prison is as common for people in the east and north of the city as sparse as entering McDonald's.

They don't care whether the things in their hands are legal or not. The most important thing is to take advantage of them.

Because of their generous support, Dean has received more than $600 in the past few days.

However, he deliberately controlled the outflow speed of the phone card in his hand, and he only tried in a small range.

He didn't take any of those large phone cards and the time cards that Scott had just dreamed of.

Because it's about another important thing, taxes!

No matter whether Dean's income is legal or not, there is one thing he dares not play at all, that is to pay taxes!

However, Dean couldn't decide whether to pay taxes on these gray incomes. He didn't know how to perfectly avoid the regulation of the law.

At this time, naturally, he thought of the dear lawyer Wedner.

After rubbing his face, Dean smiled and walked into Wedner's law firm again with his head held high.