Chapter 1997: The Alcoholic New Employee of Pandora Termite Team [20 Points]

The 1st RA Termite Team's new employee

Bandof took out a hundred dollars in anger, but he was actually very upset. "Little brat, don't really dig out a termite nest."

Grant stopped not far away and smiled. "What a naughty big kid."

"Pandora is going to dig." Dudu, the little man, held up a small shovel and said solemnly.

"Dig, if you dig out a termite nest, the money is yours, little brat, come on." Bandof said.

"Well, thank you grandpa." Dudu smiled and nodded.

"No, I'm not a grandpa." Bandof said. "Young Bandof."

Dudu blinked his big eyes, but grandpas all looked so old. The little man didn't say that his father told Pandora that many people don't like to be called grandpa, Grandpa Larry is like that, and calling uncle will get a lot of gifts.

"Dig it."

The little man said to the baby sister, Maria sister, and Hamdan next to him.

"Let's start."

In less than ten minutes, Bandov's face changed. "There really is a termite nest. Damn, how could there be one here?"

The little man, for the sake of effect, first dug a termite nest near the corner of the wall. "The wood is broken." Dudu knocked on the board and said.

"This is impossible." Bandov came over and knocked. Sure enough, something was wrong.

This house was left to Bandov by his father. It is at least sixty years old. This is an old house. Bandov renovated it when he was young. In recent years, Bandov has been focusing on drinking, and the house has not been renovated for several years.

"Gert, this bastard has been trying to make money from me for a long time. This profiteer is going to succeed." Bandov said with gritted teeth. "Little devil, okay, I admit that this is a termite nest."

"Dig out all the pandora." The little man said with a puffed mouth.

"Dig it, dig it, Bandov has plenty of money." Bandov took out a bottle of wine, took a big sip and said.

"Stinky wine." The little man muttered.

Several little men divided the work and began to dig the next day's mark. "Hey, there really is."

As the third mark was dug, the termites were exposed. Bandov's eyes were wide open. These little guys were serious. This was the third one. My sixty dollars. Bandov saw that most of the hundred dollars was gone.

He muttered in his heart, there can't be so many termite nests. Wait, the fifth termite nest was dug out, and Bandov was completely disappointed.

"Hey, old man, it looks like your place has become a termite nest." Grete had a smile on his face, which made Bandov very unhappy.

"Stingy Grete, why did your time become so cheap? Hey, I think you should go back to your damn monster shop. Maybe, now there is that stray dog, go back to your place to see if there is anything to eat." Bandov said.

"No, this little guy is my customer today." Grete said.

"Don't try to trick me, kid." Bandov laughed. "This little guy, maybe you should go back and buy diapers, or maybe you should open a diaper store."

Grete glanced at Bandov with disdain. "Bandov, you might be more suitable to stay with horses, and your head might only be filled with horse manure."

"Damn miser." Bandov shouted.

"Grandpa Grete." Dudu, the little man, brought the box of termites over. "Grandpa Bandov has a lot of termite eggs here."

"Of course, Bandov is a very good termite breeder." Grete laughed.

At this moment, there was no sign of a monster grandfather at all. Bandov saw that Grete actually bought termites. "You monster, you don't even let termites go."

"This is a treasure." Grete weighed it. "There are two pounds here, which is really a lot."

"And these." Dudu pointed at the baby and Maria carrying the big box.

"It looks like a lot, really great, six dollars a pound." Grete said after looking at the mature termites.

"God, this thing is six dollars a pound, are you crazy?" Bendolf almost dropped his bottle in surprise.

These are termites, and there are people who buy them, and the price is not cheap. "These eggs are of good quality, I am willing to pay thirteen dollars."

"Thirteen dollars for termite eggs, Grete, you are really crazy." Bendolf was even more surprised.

Six termite nests, Pqandora and Baobao, Maria, Hamdan, four people dug for a total of three hours, fifteen pounds of termites, four pounds of termite eggs, a total profit of one hundred and forty-two dollars, plus one hundred dollars from Bendolf, Pandora gave Bendolf a discount, six nests only one hundred dollars.

"Three hours, earning two hundred and forty-two dollars?" Bendolf, after calculating, exclaimed in surprise.

"God, where did these children come from?"

"Hehe." Dudu smiled and happily counted the bills and divided the money.

Apart from the 20% of the termite catching team development fund, the rest of the money was directly divided among the villains, and Hamdan got one. When Bandov saw it, his eyelids jumped. These were two bottles of whiskey.

There were only three hours, and Bandov looked at Grete. "Hey, stingy lunatic."

Who is Grete? As soon as he saw Bandov approaching, he knew what Bandov was up to. "Bandov, if I were you, I wouldn't say such stupid things."

"Am I not as good as the little brat who hasn't even grown all his teeth yet?" Bandov shouted.

"This kid has skills that no one else can match." Grete said.

"Skills?"

Bandov pouted. It's not like Bandov hasn't seen a termite catching company before.

But that requires a lot of capital, which Bandov doesn't have. Since the cancellation of the St. Andrews Farm, Bandov has been unemployed. For three whole years, Bandov has been drunk longer than sober. You know, Bandov and Bandov's father are both St. Andrews Farm horse farms. Losing this job is like losing his soul.

"Okay." Bandov raised the bottle and took a sip.

"Drinking grandpa, do you want a termite digging job?" The little man Dudu kept his ears erect to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.

"Hey, little brat, don't think, I will work for you little brat." Bandov shouted.

"But Pandora is willing to pay two dollars for a termite nest." Pandora said.

"God, you can earn $20 by digging out a termite nest, but you are only willing to give me $2." Bandoff shouted.

"And, the money from selling termite nests is divided into one-sixth." Dudu said.

"One-sixth?" Bandoff's brain was a little insufficient.

"Like how much can be divided just now?" Bandoff wanted to know.

Dudu counted on his fingers, twelve dollars, plus one-sixth of one hundred and forty-two dollars, little man, count, make it a whole number. "Thirty-five dollars."

"Thirty-five dollars?" Bandoff's eyes lit up, God, this can buy a bottle of good whiskey.

Bandoff was tempted. "Okay, kid, but I want to be the captain of the termite team."

"No." Dudu said. "Pandora will be the captain."

"Okay, okay, I think I can be a captain who doesn't care about things." Bandoff said. "I don't want to be laughed at by others, working under a little brat captain."

"Okay, honorary captain." Dudu, thinking of what his father said about honorary principal, president, no matter what, just the name of captain is good.

"OK, okay, no matter what, my money can't be less." Bandov said.

"Yeah."

The villain showed a little pride.

Grete beside him smiled, what a smart little guy.

Pandora accepted Bandov, which was a wise move.

"Hey, drunkard Bandov."

"No, Mrs. Orson, I found a new job, please call me Mr. Bandov, captain of the termite capture team." Bandov said.

"Termite capture, this is really amazing."

"Yes, I think it will spread in the town tomorrow." Mr. Orson shouted.

"Mr. Orson, Mrs. Orson, maybe I should help to see if there are any hateful and disgusting little things in this beautiful house." Bandov said.

"OK, okay." Mr. Orson and Mrs. Orson hesitated and agreed.

"Great." The Pandora people following behind Bandorf waved their hands excitedly.

"Oh, it's you?" Mrs. Orson covered her mouth and shouted.

"Mrs. Orson, do you know them?" Bandorf was a little confused.

"Yes, these children came a few hours ago." Mrs. Orson. "Bandorf, do you know these children?"

"Yes." Bandorf didn't say much.

"Is that so."

The two didn't say anything else, and invited Bandorf and the children in.

"Sir, Madam, we're going to start."

"Okay."

The Orson family is a small manor. Before coming to the town of Bandorra, the two worked in New York. Mr. Orson is a writer, and Mrs. Orson is a screenwriter.

"Look, what is that child doing?" Mrs. Orson looked at it with a puzzled look, holding a magnifying glass and lying on the ground.

"Maybe look for termites again." Mr. Orson said.

"What a surprising way."

"Bandorf, here." The little man took out a small flag and stuck it in a corner of the terrace.

"There are also here."

After a while, several little people found three. "Three?"

Bandof quickly calculated that he could get a profit and was very satisfied. Six dollars, three termite nests, can be sold for seventy dollars. One sixth of it, add up to enough twenty dollars, a bottle of whiskey.

How exciting this is. When Bandof thought about it, his mood immediately became very good. He obeyed the words of the little Pandora. As long as he could find the termite nest, Bandof was willing to do everything.

Three small flags were planted. Bandof wanted to have a good talk with Mr. and Mrs. Orson about the price.

"Three termite nests." △≧miào.*bi(.*)gé△≧,

"Yes, sir." Bandof said in horror. "There is one near the terrace. God, I can't imagine how dangerous it would be if you and your wife stood on the terrace eaten by termites."

"You are right." Mr. Orson said. "Bandof, I am willing to pay you a sum of money, please clean them up."

"Of course, this is my job." Bandof. "Only twenty dollars for one termite nest."

"Twenty dollars, three for sixty dollars, OK, I'll take it." Mr. Orson thought for a moment and said.

"Your decision is very wise." Bandoff said.

"Ok, we can start now." Bandov said with a proud look on his face.

"Yeah."