Chapter 211 Protection Fee
"I didn't expect this useless loser, who's just waiting to die, to find a job that pays over ten thousand per month as soon as he started looking," Daniel murmured in shock, then turned to Noah.
"Noah, you’ve lived under the Wilson family's roof for a year. During that time, the Wilson family provided you with food and clothing every day. Without the support of the Wilson family, you would have been sleeping on the streets. Now that you're making over ten thousand per month, I think it's time for you to give back to the Wilson family," Daniel said.
"Oh? And how do you suggest I repay the Wilson family?" Noah asked, a playful smile appearing on his lips.
"Here's the deal: from now on, you will hand over sixty percent of your monthly salary to me. If you earn ten thousand this month, you'll give me six thousand, and the remaining four thousand will cover your living expenses and gas fees. How does that sound?" Daniel said solemnly.
"Don't even dream of getting the money," Noah replied.
Noah looked at Daniel as if he were an idiot. "I'm afraid if I give you the money, you'll invest it in some financial product and end up getting scammed."
"You!" Daniel's face changed color, and he was so angry that he huffed and puffed.
Noah was a loser, always bringing up the most shameful experience in his life - losing five hundred thousand dollars in a financial transaction.
He didn't expect Noah to bring it up again.
"How infuriating!" Daniel gasped for breath, feeling a sharp pain in his chest and coughing.
"Dad!" Lisa quickly approached, gently patting Daniel's back and then glaring at Noah.
She knew that Noah was intentionally provoking Daniel.
Noah smirked and remained silent.
"Oh, by the way, honey, Evelyn said that you beat up a customer while delivering food..." Lisa hesitated.
"What? You assaulted a customer!" Daniel widened his eyes. "Noah, are you an idiot? You're just a delivery guy. How dare you assault a customer! Won't you get fired? If things get out of hand and the police get involved, no one will bail you out!"
"Don't worry, honey. I know what I'm doing," Noah chuckled and didn't bother with Daniel anymore.
Lisa secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that. If Noah said it was fine, then it most likely was.
After chatting for a while, Lisa helped Daniel to the room, while Noah freshened up and went upstairs to sleep.
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The next night, Noah went to Noah's Barbecue Restaurant again to help out.
But today, there was an additional female waitress.
She was around twenty years old, with slight baby fat on her cheeks, which made her seem cute.
"Noah, let me introduce you. This is Charlotte. She graduated from the School of Business and Economics like me." Grace smiled and said, "Before this, she worked as a live streamer on Facebook Live and owed them thirty thousand dollars.
"But recently, Facebook Live has terminated the contracts they signed with the female college students, without even asking for the money back. It's strange."
Grace looked puzzled, then continued, "After Charlotte left Facebook Live, I asked her to come and work with me at the barbecue restaurant as a partner. At the end of the year, we'll share the profits."
"Charlotte, this is Noah."
"Noah!" Charlotte spoke softly as she walked over, shyly looking at Noah, appearing a bit timid.
Grace had previously mentioned Noah to her.
A millionaire had given a million dollars as a reward on the Facebook Live platform.
Noah nodded and smiled, "You guys are operating this barbecue restaurant as partners, both of you are bosses, so one of you is the big boss, and one of you is the small boss."
"Compared to you, we’re not bosses." Charlotte shook her head, feeling relieved. Noah seemed quite approachable.
After chatting for a while, Noah helped them in the restaurant.
Around nine o'clock in the evening, suddenly, footsteps approached. A dozen men walked over. These burly men had muscular bodies, and they were wearing tank tops that showed off their tattoos. They looked very fierce. The leader was a man with a bald head who had a blue tiger tattoo on his chest.
When the customers who were eating barbecue saw these men, their eyes flickered and a hint of fear appeared.
"Who’s the boss here?" Baldy walked to the barbecue grill expressionlessly and spoke.
"I’m the boss, what can I do for you?" Grace quickly put down the meat she was roasting, wiped her hands, and went over with a smile.
"What would you like to eat, everyone?"
"We’re not here to eat, we’re here to collect protection money," Baldy said coldly.
"Protection money?" Grace was stunned. Were there still people collecting protection money in this society?
"Everyone, I really had no idea that I needed to pay protection money!" Grace forced a smile.
"You didn’t know? That's because you’re new here. The previous owners of this shop had to pay protection money to Jack of Orchard Breeze Avenue every month." Baldy's voice was icy.
"Jack?" When the customers heard that name, their faces changed slightly. "Jack is the tyrant of Orchard Breeze Avenue! No one dares to provoke him!"
"They say that all the shops on this street have to pay protection money on time every month, otherwise their business will be unstable."
"I heard that last month, a restaurant didn't pay the protection money on time, so Jack sent three of his men to eat at the restaurant every day."
"They claimed there were cockroaches in the food. The next day, they complained that the prices were too high. On the third day, they secretly poured a handful of salt into the food and said the dishes were too salty and inedible.
"In short, they caused all sorts of trouble! And the authorities can't be bothered to intervene in these small matters.
"In the end, the restaurant closed, and no one went there to eat!"
As Grace heard those discussions, her face turned completely gloomy. She didn't expect the terrible consequences of not paying protection money. Her barbecue restaurant had just opened and was doing well, and she needed to attract repeat customers. If she didn't pay the protection money, it was likely that the barbecue restaurant wouldn't be able to continue operating.
"Noah, what's the matter?" Grace asked curiously when she saw Noah speak up.
"A thousand dollars a year is too little," Noah said calmly.
Grace was stunned. Baldy looked at Noah with a playful glint in his eyes and asked, "A thousand dollars a year is too little, huh, kid? So, how much is appropriate?"
"Let's say at least ten million a year," Noah said in a serious tone.
Ten million a year!
Grace was shocked, her mouth hung open. Why would they complain about the protection fee being too little?
Even if it was too little, it didn't have to be ten million a year!
"Noah, are you joking?" Grace's face turned slightly awkward.
"I'm not joking," Noah said seriously.
