An aunt of Renzo's had put a plot of land up for sale in Teresópolis, but the business had been stalled for months. Renzo went to the real estate owner and proposed a deal: if he could find a buyer, they would split the commission fifty-fifty. The broker accepted the proposal.
 
Using his charisma and persuasiveness, Renzo talked to dozens of people and found a buyer in a matter of days.
 
After the sale was completed, he went to the real estate company to get his share of the money.
 
The broker gave him a check.
 
Faced with the value, Renzo complained: "But that's not what we agreed on..."
“What are you thinking, kid? Be satisfied with what I'm paying you. If I wanted to, I wouldn't give you a fuck!"
Renzo looked at him calmly:
“You have a week.”
"What?"
“I'll be back in a week. If you don't pay me half the commission, as we agreed, you'll have to give me everything you got.”
“GET OUT OF HERE YOU PUNK!”, shouted the broker.
 
Renzo left. He came back daily for a week. He watched the real estate company from the sidewalk. As the facade was made of glass, the broker could see him; the guy made obscene gestures and shouted curses. Renzo stared at him, impassive.
 
After 7 days Renzo returned, this time bringing what looked like a gift: a beautiful box wrapped in colored paper and a bow.
 
He noticed that the broker was watching him from his room on the mezzanine:
"Here comes the fucking brat..."
 
Inside the store, Renzo knelt down and placed the box on the floor in the middle of the room. Then he lit a wick that came out of the package.
 
The real estate office had several employees, who at this moment were watching him from their desks, intrigued. He turned to them and shouted: “Girls: RUN!”
 
Renzo bolted through the exit, followed by the women. He was already on the other side of the sidewalk when the box exploded: he could see the hair of two employees, who were still near the entrance door, standing on end with the force of the displacement of air.
 
The glass walls of the real estate's facade were now entirely covered in feces.
 
RENZO: There wasn't a measly space to put your finger without touching the shit...
 
A cloud of vaporized turd was slowly pouring out of the open door, tainting the street in front. Inside, tables, furniture, walls, papers, files: everything was impregnated.
 
The case is that Renzo had collected dog shit from the streets and gardens of Teresópolis for a week. Gathering the material in that box, he installed a bomb loaded with gunpowder and wrapped everything in gift paper.
 
As the place had become impractical, the broker had to set up his business in another store, in another part of the city. On opening day, Renzo was there.
 
He received a check for the full amount of the commission.

(to be continued)