I need a van, like the Chinese restaurant man

It's all about the van. That's when you really got it made.
A couple of doors down from me is a Chinese restaurant. We share an alley in the back. This tiny place does a good $3 million a year from what I hear. Here's part of their secret.
Everyday at about 10:30 am a big black Econoline van pulls up. And out jumps the entire work force of that place. The girls and the cooks go inside. The delivery drivers go straight to the 4 compact cars (hereafter referred to as "the fleet"), take light up signs out of the trunk, affix to the roof of the car and plug into the cigarette lighter outlet.
Throughout the day and into the evening I see my neighbors from the far east conducting their routine business. The cooks sit outside in their kitchen whites and paper hats, talk on their cellphones and smoke. The drivers go running to and from the fleet tearing out of the parking lot with a car full of warm Chinese food in their plastic "Have a nice day" bags. Unfortunately I have also had the misfortune of occasionally catching one of the cooks shooting a snot rocket as he wheels his trash toward the dumpster. Overall though, my general observation is that I see the same faces everyday and they work. They work very hard.
At approximately 10:30pm, the fleet is de-signed and parked for the night. The van quietly pulls up and waits at the door. They all exit in their street clothes, perhaps snuffing out that last cigarette or giving one good final spit for the evening and pile into the van. And slowly the van takes off into the dark.
Maybe it's going to Queens? Maybe to Danbury? All I know is it's going somewhere where these folks live maybe all together or right near one another. The boss knows. The boss holds the key to the van. The boss knows that every single day they are getting into that van and coming to work. Those that ride the van don't take "personal days" or "need a day off cause they're feeling a little burned out".
Now, I'm not a proponent of slavery. Not in any way, shape or form. But after being in the business long enough now to know that your whole livelihood has to depend on your workforce- I kind of dig the idea of your labor being a little bit dependent on you. Like for housing, food and being grateful for getting their ass out of China and giving them the opportunity to earn a living working for you.
When you have the van, you are the man.