Reincarnated as a Deadbeat Dad

RDD 90

So 30 kilograms of beef cost around 2,800 pesos. Then, I bought other ingredients. So the cost for today was around 3,500 pesos. 

I bought beverages too. It was cheaper than I thought. 

Although I believe as time passed, my expenditure would increase... 

Anyway, the workers helped me to carry the ingredients into the truck. Carrying many things might take me more than an hour if I did it on my own. 

Once everything was in the truck, I took off and reached the FCIE. It was too early in the morning so the travel was smooth. I didn't encounter traffic on the way. So I reached the FCIE around 4 am. 

"Hm?"

When I got there, I was kind of confused because I saw two people waiting for me. 

"H- Hello, I'm Waylen Javier. My father told me that you guys are looking for a helper."

A young man, probably around 21 years old. He was standing next to Santiago.

"You heard that we're looking for a helper from your father?"

I tilted my head. 

"T- that's right. My father works at Castillo Construction as a Foreman. He said that the salary here is big so he recommended it to me."

His lips were twitching.

"I see... Santiago, can you please take the ingredients into the shop first? I will have to talk to Waylen."

"Okay." Santiago nodded. 

Even Santiago was skeptical about this Waylen Javier. I understood the reason, Waylen Javier had a tattoo on his arms. 

In this era, people who had tattoos were usually ex-convicts or members of a gang. 

Many people frowned upon a person who had a tattoo. There was even an unwritten rule that schools and companies would never enroll/hire people who had tattoos. 

So I was skeptical too. I know, this might sound prejudiced and biased. However, that was how society pictured people with tattoos.

I glanced at his tattoos... His arms had skull tattoos all around them. Definitely not a good type of tattoo to show. 

"Waylen, did you ever get to the prison?"

I asked him seriously. 

"... N- no."

He averted his gaze. 

"That's good, I need to see your NBI clearance. Do you have one?"

"Yes... I have one here."

"..."

I fucking knew it. This person went to prison. For a 21-year-old guy, that was a red flag. 

I narrowed my gaze and studied him. He had blue hair and deep black eyes. He looked strong since his muscles were quite firm. However, he looked timid. Or perhaps he was just timid because he knew that he was an ex-convict. 

"S- Sir. Here's my NBI clearance."

He passed the paper to me. NBI(National Bureau of Investigation) clearance showed if a person ever had a criminal record... Just as I expected, Waylen Javier had one. 

"Assault."

It said that Waylen spent 1 year and 6 months in prison.

I touched my chin and scrutinized... This might be bad. I don't want a violent person to work in my shop. Hell no.

"It said here that you beat a man to death. I want to hear what happened."

To be honest, I already wanted to kick him out but I wanted to hear the story first. I didn't want to be labeled as a bigot. 

"Sir, the man I beat is a rapist. He already had three cases of rape crime. When I found him attacking my cousin, I decided to beat him a lesson."

This time, Waylen easily said the story without stuttering. I looked into his eyes and I discerned that he was not lying. At least that was what I got from him. 

"Then why are you sent to prison?"

"The rapist is the son of a businessman. They filed a case and I was sent to prison without a proper court judgment."

"..."

I didn't know what to say. These types of things were very common, even in other countries. Rich people could get away from any crime as long as they slapped the government with money. 

It was a disgusting act. 

"They bribed the police. My father tried to fight them but we were just normal citizens. We're nothing compared to money."

He gritted his teeth in anger. 

His reaction was sincere... But I still have to think about it.

"Just give me a minute, I will call my brother."

"Y- Yes."

I opened my phone and contacted my brother. I knew that it was very early in the morning but I had to settle this thing first.

A few seconds later, my brother answered with a groggy voice. 

[You bastard, it's still fucking early. Why are you calling me?]

"The person you sent here has a criminal record." 

I immediately replied.

[Ah? Are you talking about Waylen? Don't worry he's not a bad person. He worked with the company whenever we needed more helpers. His father recommended him since he's a hardworking person. Besides, the salary in your shop is much higher than the minimum wage. So I want the right person to work with you.]

"Are you sure about that?"

[I'm sure. Now don't disturb me, I'm going to sleep.]

[Honey, who's that? Are you talking to another woman!? Are you cheating on me!?]

I heard Mari Mar's voice. It seemed that she was sleeping next to Sean. 

[Of course not. Mari, I'm talking to Keith right now. You know that I love you, baby.]

[Hm, let's go to sleep... I'm sore.]

[Okay baby... Keith, do not fucking call me again.]

"..."

I guess I didn't have a choice but give this Waylen Javier a chance. 

"Before I hire you, why did you decide to tattoo skulls on your arms? There are so many arts to use, why skull? And why did you even decide to put tattoos on your arms?"

"It reminds me of the fact that life is short and I have to cherish it." He answers very fast. 

Now that was a freaking answer. 

"I can hire you, but you have to cover your arms. I recommend you to use armbands."

"Thanks, Boss!"