guy, and points at each one of the man’s ears; and says, ‘I am going to kick you in the head on this side, and then swing my leg all the way around, and kick you in the other side of the head.”
“So what?”
Connor walked up nose to nose with the youth, swung his right foot up, and kicked the youth in the side of the head. Before the young man could fall to Connor’s right, Connor swung the same leg all the way around, and kicked him in the other side of his head. The youth dropped to the ground as if struck by a lightning bolt. Connor looked around at the startled gang.
“If you young men would be interested in making some honest money, we may be able to do some business. I wish to start a limousine service and comic book store. How would you all like to work for me? Of course if any of you do not know how to read, you will need to learn. I can help tutor you in between your work, and your regular schooling.
“How much will it pay,” the youngest looking one asked.
“Minimum wage until you start making me money, and then I will cut you in on the profits. A limousine must be at my disposal, along with a driver, at all times. You will all have cell phones I can reach you at all times with. If you all are interested, meet me back here tomorrow with details on already established limousine services for sale with building. I want the real estate too. Anyone interested?”
“Are you for real or are you just crazy,” one of the others asked.
Connor took out a wad of hundred dollar bills and gave each of them two hundred dollars. He gestured at the youth still on the ground, and gave the youngest boy another two hundred dollars. “Ask your friend, when he wakes up, if he wants in on this, and no hard feelings.”
One of the young men laughed and said, “what makes you think we won’t just split with the money chump?”
In an instant, Connor smacked the youth to the ground with his open hand. “Another thing, you speak to me and each other with respect. We will be conducting business, and I am not your mommy or your parole agent. You will address each other, and me, in complete sentences. If you wish to speak to me, you will address me as Mr. Connor or Sir. We conduct our business with class, dignity, and the English language.”
Connor grabbed the young man he had slapped off of the ground as if he were a child. “In answer to your dishonorable question young man, you will meet me here tomorrow or give me back the money. If you do not, I will hunt you down.”
Connor looked around at the stunned faces around him. He smiled brightly. “Any one want in on this, or a piece of me?”
“I want in,” the youngest boy said, “Sir.”
The oldest looking youth looked at his companions and then looked at Connor. “We will all take a shot at this Mr. Connor. What price range will we be looking for?”
“The sky is the limit. I wish to know about all the places available with real estate. Keep in mind I wish to sell comic books and regular books out of an attached area in the building, with street access. I want a first class operation or one we can make into one. We also want a big enough place to do our own vehicle servicing. You all will learn how to maintain our fleet. I want you to also look into a local warehouse handling comic book sales to retail outlets.”
“We will need to find a place without other comic stores around too,” one of the youths in the back added.
“Good thinking,” Connor nodded. “Keep using your heads out there, and keep notes on whatever you have questions about.”
“Why us ma.I mean Sir,” the oldest asked.
“I believe in fate boys. I did not want to interview, and I wanted employees who have a stake in what they do for me, and something to lose if things go badly. If there are no other questions, I need to get back to work.” Connor got into his car, while his erstwhile employees dragged their friend out of the way. Connor looked into the rear view mirror as he
“So what?”
Connor walked up nose to nose with the youth, swung his right foot up, and kicked the youth in the side of the head. Before the young man could fall to Connor’s right, Connor swung the same leg all the way around, and kicked him in the other side of his head. The youth dropped to the ground as if struck by a lightning bolt. Connor looked around at the startled gang.
“If you young men would be interested in making some honest money, we may be able to do some business. I wish to start a limousine service and comic book store. How would you all like to work for me? Of course if any of you do not know how to read, you will need to learn. I can help tutor you in between your work, and your regular schooling.
“How much will it pay,” the youngest looking one asked.
“Minimum wage until you start making me money, and then I will cut you in on the profits. A limousine must be at my disposal, along with a driver, at all times. You will all have cell phones I can reach you at all times with. If you all are interested, meet me back here tomorrow with details on already established limousine services for sale with building. I want the real estate too. Anyone interested?”
“Are you for real or are you just crazy,” one of the others asked.
Connor took out a wad of hundred dollar bills and gave each of them two hundred dollars. He gestured at the youth still on the ground, and gave the youngest boy another two hundred dollars. “Ask your friend, when he wakes up, if he wants in on this, and no hard feelings.”
One of the young men laughed and said, “what makes you think we won’t just split with the money chump?”
In an instant, Connor smacked the youth to the ground with his open hand. “Another thing, you speak to me and each other with respect. We will be conducting business, and I am not your mommy or your parole agent. You will address each other, and me, in complete sentences. If you wish to speak to me, you will address me as Mr. Connor or Sir. We conduct our business with class, dignity, and the English language.”
Connor grabbed the young man he had slapped off of the ground as if he were a child. “In answer to your dishonorable question young man, you will meet me here tomorrow or give me back the money. If you do not, I will hunt you down.”
Connor looked around at the stunned faces around him. He smiled brightly. “Any one want in on this, or a piece of me?”
“I want in,” the youngest boy said, “Sir.”
The oldest looking youth looked at his companions and then looked at Connor. “We will all take a shot at this Mr. Connor. What price range will we be looking for?”
“The sky is the limit. I wish to know about all the places available with real estate. Keep in mind I wish to sell comic books and regular books out of an attached area in the building, with street access. I want a first class operation or one we can make into one. We also want a big enough place to do our own vehicle servicing. You all will learn how to maintain our fleet. I want you to also look into a local warehouse handling comic book sales to retail outlets.”
“We will need to find a place without other comic stores around too,” one of the youths in the back added.
“Good thinking,” Connor nodded. “Keep using your heads out there, and keep notes on whatever you have questions about.”
“Why us ma.I mean Sir,” the oldest asked.
“I believe in fate boys. I did not want to interview, and I wanted employees who have a stake in what they do for me, and something to lose if things go badly. If there are no other questions, I need to get back to work.” Connor got into his car, while his erstwhile employees dragged their friend out of the way. Connor looked into the rear view mirror as he
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