Chapter 1997 The alcoholic new employee of the pandora termite team [20 points]
Chapter 1997 Pandora’s new employee of the Termite Team
Bendolph took out a hundred dollars out of anger, but actually he didn't feel any pain in his heart. "Little devil, don't dig up a termite nest."
Grant stopped not far away and showed a smile. "What a naughty boy."
"Pandora is about to dig up." Dudu, the little man, said solemnly, holding up a small shovel.
"Go ahead and dig. If you find a termite nest, the money will be yours. Come on, little devil," said Bendorf.
"Well, thank you, grandpa." Dudu smiled and nodded.
"No, I'm not an old man," said Bendolph. "Young Bendolph."
Dudu blinked his big eyes, but grandpa looked so old. Little man, I didn’t say anything. Dad told Pandora that many people don’t like to be called grandpa. Grandpa Larry and uncle are all the same.
Many gifts.
"Dig it."
The little man said to Sister Baobao, Sister Maria, and Hamdan beside him.
"here we go."
In less than ten minutes, Bandov's expression changed. "There really is a termite nest. Damn it, how can there be one here?"
Little man, for the sake of effectiveness, the first thing I dug was a termite nest near the corner of the wall. "The wood is all broken," Dudu said, knocking on the wooden board.
"This is impossible." Bandoff came over and knocked. Sure enough, something was wrong.
This house was left to him by Bendolf's father. It has been at least sixty years. This is an old house. Bendolf renovated it when he was young. In recent years, Bendolf has been focusing on drinking. The house
It hasn't been repaired in several years.
"Gert, such a bastard wants to make money from me, and this profiteer will succeed soon." Bandov said through gritted teeth. "Kid, okay, I admit, this is a termite nest."
"Dig out all the pandora." The villain said with his mouth puffed out.
"dig, dig, Bendorf has plenty of money." Bendorf took out a bottle of wine and took a sip.
"Smelly wine." Dudu, the little man, muttered.
A few villains divided the work and started digging for the next day's mark point. "Hey, there really is one."
Then, the third marked point was dug up, revealing the termites inside. Bandov, his eyes widened, these little guys are serious, this is already the third one, my sixty dollars. Bandov
Husband, you see, most of the one hundred dollars is gone.
I muttered in my heart, it couldn't really exist. There are so many termite nests. Waiting, the fifth termite nest was dug out, and Bandoff gave up completely.
"Hey, old guy, it looks like your place has become a termite nest." Gretel had a smile on his face, which made Bendolph very unhappy.
"Stingy Gretel, how come your time has become so cheap? Hey, I think you should go back to your damn monster shop. Maybe, there is that stray dog now, go back to your place and see if there is anything to eat.
." Bendorf said.
"No, this little guy is my client today." Grete said.
"This kid, don't try to lie to me." Bendolph laughed. "This little guy, maybe go back and buy diapers. Maybe you should open a diaper store."
Gretel glanced at Bendolph with disdain. "Bandolfo, you may be more suitable to stay with horses. Maybe all you have in your head is horse dung."
"Damn miser," cried Bendorf.
"Grandpa Grete." Dudu, a little man, brought over a termite box. "Grandpa Bendorf, there are a lot of termite eggs here."
"Of course, Bendorf is a very good termite farmer." Gretel laughed.
At this moment, there was no trace of the monster grandfather at all. Bendorf saw Gretel actually buying termites. "You monster, you don't even let go of things like termites."
"This is a treasure." Gretel weighed it. "There are two pounds here, which is quite a lot."
"And these." Dudu pointed at the baby and Maria carrying the big box.
"It looks like a lot, awesome, six dollars a pound." Gretel said after looking at the mature termites.
"God, this stuff costs six dollars a pound, are you crazy?" Bendorf almost dropped the bottle in surprise.
These are termites, but there are still people buying them, and the price is not cheap. "These eggs are of just the right quality. I'm willing to pay thirteen dollars."
"Thirteen dollars for termite eggs, Gretel, you are really crazy." Bendolph became even more surprised.
Six termite nests, pqandora and baby, Maria, and Hamdan spent three hours digging, fifteen pounds of termites, four pounds of termite eggs, a total profit of one hundred and forty-two dollars, plus Bandov's
One hundred dollars, Pandora gave Bandov a discount, six nests for only one hundred dollars.
"Two hundred and forty-two dollars in three hours?" Bendolph did the math and exclaimed in surprise.
"God, where did these children come from?"
"Hee hee." Dudu smiled happily, counting the bills and dividing the money.
Except for 20% of the termite catching team development fund, the other money was divided directly among several villains, and Hamdan got a share. When Bandov saw it, his eyelids jumped, these were two bottles of whiskey
ah.
With only three hours left, Bendorf looked at Grete. "Hey, stingy madman."
Who is Gretel? As soon as he saw Bendorf approaching, he knew what Bendolph had in mind. "Bandoff, if I were you, I wouldn't say anything stupid."
"Am I worse than a little devil without all his teeth?" cried Bendorf.
"This child has abilities that no one else can match," Grete said.
"ability?"
Bendorf, curl your lips, it’s not like Bendorf has never seen a termite trapping company.
But that requires a lot of capital, and Bandolf does not have it. Since the St. Andy Farm Racecourse was cancelled, Bandolf has been unemployed. For three years, Bandolf was drunk longer than he was sober. You must know that Bandolf
Both Bendolph and his father worked at St. Andy's Farm, and losing this job was like losing his soul.
"Okay." Bendorf raised the bottle and took a sip.
"Drinking grandpa, do you want a job digging termites?" Little Dudu kept eavesdropping on the conversation between the two.
"Hey, kid, don't think, I'll work for you kid," Bendorf shouted.
"But Pandora is willing to pay two dollars for a termite nest." Pandora said.
"God, you will make twenty dollars digging a termite nest, but you are only willing to give me two dollars," Bendorf shouted.
"Also, the price of selling termite nests is one-sixth," Dudu said.
"One sixth?" Bandov said, his brain was a bit weak.
"Like how many points can we just divide?" Bandoff, wanted to know.
The little man clapped his fingers and calculated, twelve dollars, plus one-sixth of one hundred and forty-two dollars. The little man, calculated, rounded up the whole number. "Thirty-five dollars."
"Thirty-five dollars?" Bendolph's eyes lit up. God, this can buy a bottle of good whiskey.
Bendolph was tempted. "Okay, kid, but I want to be the captain of the termite squad."
"No." Dudu said. "Pandora will be the captain."
"Okay, okay, I think I can be a captain who doesn't care about anything." Bandov said. "I don't want to be laughed at and work under a brat captain."
"Okay, honorary captain." Dudu, remembering that his father said that honorary principal and president, no matter what happens, just be the captain.
"OK, fine, no matter what, I can't have less money." Bendolph said.
"Um."
The villain showed a trace of pride.
Grete beside him smiled, he was such a smart little guy.
Pandora made a smart move by accepting Bendorf.
"Hey, Drunkard Bendolph."
"No, Mrs. Orson, I have found a new job. Please call me Mr. Bandoff, the captain of the termite trapping team." Bandoff said.
"Termite capture, it's really amazing."
"Yes, I think it will spread all over the town tomorrow," exclaimed Mr. Orson.
"Mr. Orson, ma'am, maybe you should let me help you see if there are any nasty, disgusting little things in this beautiful house," Bandoff said.
"Okay, okay." Mr. and Mrs. Olson hesitated and agreed.
"That's great." The little Pandora people following Bandoff waved their little hands excitedly.
"Oh, it's you?" Mrs. Olson covered her mouth and shouted.
"Mrs. Orson, do you know them?" Bendolph was a little confused.
"Yes, these children came here a few hours ago." Mrs. Olsen. "Bandolfo, do you know these children?"
"Yes." Bendorf didn't say much.
"That's it."
The two of them didn't say anything more, and invited Bendorf and a few children to come in.
"Sir, madam, we are about to begin."
"OK."
The Orson family is a small manor. The two of them worked in New York before coming to the small town of Bandora. Mr. Orson is a writer and Mrs. Orson is a screenwriter.
"Look, what is that child doing?" Mrs. Olson looked at it with confusion, holding a magnifying glass and lying on the ground pandora.
"Maybe look for termites again," said Mr. Orson.
"What a surprising way to do it."
"Bandolfo, here." The villain pulled out a small flag and placed it in the corner of the terrace.
"There are some here too."
After a while, several villains discovered that there were three places. "Three places?"
Bendolph, doing a quick calculation, was very satisfied with the profit he could make. Six dollars, three termite nests, could be sold for seventy dollars, one-sixth, which added up to twenty dollars and a bottle of whiskey.
How exciting this is, when Bendolph thought about it, his mood immediately improved, and he obeyed the little man Pandora's words. As long as he could find the termite nest, Bendolph was willing to do anything.
Three little flags, put them down, Bendolph, and have a serious discussion about the price with Mr. and Mrs. Orson.
"Three termite nests."
"Yes, sir." Bandov said with a look of horror. "There is a place close to the terrace. God, I can't imagine how dangerous it would be if you and your wife were standing on the terrace that was eaten by termites."
"You're right," said Mr. Orson. "Bandolfo, I'm willing to pay you a sum of money to clean them up."
"Of course, this is my job." Bendorf. "A termite nest only costs twenty dollars."
"Twenty dollars, three sixty dollars, okay, I accept it." Mr. Orson thought for a moment and said.
"Your decision is very wise." Bendorf said.
"OK, we can start." Bendorf said with a proud look on his face.
