Chapter 228: I’m looking for Carson Flores, I’m his girlfriend_1
"Carson, you’re inside, so I’ll stand guard."
Just as Carson Flores had entered the guardhouse to switch shifts, the young security guard, Augustus Vasquez, proactively gave up his seat to him.
Carson Flores smiled and tossed over a pack of cigarettes: "Thanks."
It didn’t take long after Carson Flores joined the security team for everyone to figure out his situation.
He came from a wealthy family, wasn’t short on money, and was just here to kill time. He didn’t care about the paycheck at all.
He was capable, able to take on a group of thugs all by himself without blinking an eye.
He was generous. In just a few days, he had treated them twice, and the amount of cigarettes he distributed among them was countless. He’d already spent the equivalent of one or two months’ salary.
He was lazy. If he could sit, he wouldn’t stand, and he would never work hard unless it was absolute necessary.
On the one hand, everyone admired Carson Flores’s capabilities; on the other hand, since they had taken favors from him, they felt obliged to reciprocate. Thus, whoever was paired with Carson Flores would voluntarily choose the harder task of standing guard, allowing him to relax inside the guardhouse.
In return, Carson Flores treated his partners fairly, sometimes tossing them a pack of cigarettes or inviting them for a quick meal. Because of this, those who stood guard for him weren’t complaining. Instead, they were happy—wasn’t it like getting an extra income?
There were many vehicles and visitors coming in and out of the factory. Augustus Vasquez stood guard and checked them, while Carson Flores sat by the window, in charge of registering information and making phone calls.