My American magical life
Chapter 801 - 801 39 Leader - End Explosive update 12k words asking for monthly votes - Part 4

801: Chapter 39: Leader – End (Explosive update 12k words, asking for monthly votes) – Part 4 801: Chapter 39: Leader – End (Explosive update 12k words, asking for monthly votes) – Part 4 So, including Cheng Daqi’s bodyguards, the number of cars in the convoy increased by four.

Finally, with Cheng Daqi and the two girls in Mushang, their convoy had a total of ten vehicles.

What does this mean?

If we also included fire trucks and ambulances, it would even surpass the Great Commander’s convoy in number, it’s just that the three people in Cheng’s car are not yet sworn in as the Great Commander, so they are not entitled to the privilege of fire trucks and ambulances.

Riel’s snoring resounded; he was sleeping peacefully.

With such an impressive convoy in America, it basically meant whoever touched it was a dead man.

No fool would be so stupid, so of course, he could rest easy.

Xiao Sun couldn’t sleep, not because he was driving, but because he was somewhat astonished.

In the past, he hadn’t realized how eminent Cheng’s status was.

But today, now that he has become a part of this convoy, watching those cars on the road avoiding them like the plague, he truly felt the tangible sense of power for the first time.

Especially after the convoy hit Highway 10, when a highway patrol officer on a motorcycle spotted them.

The young cop thought it might be some Governor or even Senator traveling, and took the initiative to do free road clearing.

At first there was one motorcycle cop, then there were two, and later the superior officer of the motorcycle cops came driving his own car to back up the rear.

You say there’s no room for personal relationships in America?

Kid, that’s just because you haven’t earned people’s respect!

It might seem like those cops did something foolish, but actually, they didn’t make a mistake.

Their boss’s boss’s boss is Jax—Gru’s lackey.

Coincidentally, Cheng Daqi is Gru’s benefactor.

If they knew Cheng Daqi’s real entourage, those patrol cops’ boss might even drive over here personally to bodyguard Cheng Daqi.

They are just ordinary patrol officers, assigned to night shifts, which shows they don’t have much in the way of connections or vision, seeing Cheng is like a frog in a well seeing the moon for the first time.

Once they are lucky enough to understand Cheng Daqi’s true power, seeing him will be like mayflies gazing upon the vast sky.

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Smiling, Cheng patted the old patrol officer on the shoulder, then turned around and entered the already cleared-out bar with Mi’er and Lisa.

Of course, some people were unhappy about the tycoon’s behavior, but Riel would make them leave, thoroughly convinced.

“Why bother talking to these insignificant people?”

Mi’er complained about Cheng’s delays.

“Sometimes it’s the ‘small people’ that can change everything.

The higher our status, the more we should not lose our reverence for the ‘small people’.

Mi’er, even if those who paid the price have forgotten, we, as the ones who enjoy everything, must never forget.”

Lisa listened thoughtfully, while Mi’er scoffed.

That’s just some sweet talk meant to hoodwink people.

The world’s rules are always decided by the minority, no matter how much revolutionary power the so-called lower class has, the old-world rulers will still have their own place in the new world.

The flock always needs a leader, the shepherd’s position is ordained by heaven, not by humans.

In the capitalist world, capital is heaven.

“Bullshit.

You always have a ton of reasons.

Then tell me, what should we do with that dilapidated school?”

“Partner with LAPD, get some budget from the San Rodolfo City Council, transform it into a special prison officially co-owned by San Rodolfo and us.

What do you think?”

“You sound more like a capitalist than I do, Chan!”

“Ha ha ha, let’s have a drink.

A vodka, with ice, lime juice, ginger beer, oh, and most importantly, add some honey.”

Lisa asked in confusion.

“Chan, your plan sounds good, but can you really handle the San Rodolfo City Council?”

Mi’er also looked at Cheng, waiting for an answer; she was actually quite eager.

Although this scumbag wasn’t worth a damn, he was very wise.

She liked watching Cheng’s momentum when solving difficult problems.

Come on, solve this puzzle!

“The private prison industry in America emerged in the late nineties of the last century, but it’s mostly found in the economically depressed Rust Belt, an industry tied to the local security situation and economic conditions.

Notice, the ‘security’ and ‘economy’ I’m talking about are relative, not absolute.

For example, San Rodolfo, three years ago, an average American could support a family in San Rodolfo with their work salary, you could say a loaf of bread only cost one Dollar.

But now a loaf of bread requires two Dollars, yet their salary has not doubled.

This relative stagnation in economic development will affect the local security.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Under these circumstances, expanding prison capacity becomes an inevitable outcome in some sense.

Our entry or push is just accelerating this process.

As long as we provide the right research data and reports, and find some key people, this matter won’t be difficult to accomplish.”

After Cheng put on a show, the bartender handed over his ordered drink somewhat timidly.

“Sir, your drink.”

Lisa raised a question.

“But, Chan, I understand the profitability of private prisons, but have you thought about the investment for this venture?

Where will the start-up capital for this project come from?

Mi’er went to see those industries today, and the outlook is not very optimistic.

MAS and OC have inadequate blood-making capabilities, your LEC, BEC have just started, West State Logistics is on thin ice, and our New Era’s liquidity is very problematic; you need to consider that.”

Mi’er sighed almost imperceptibly.

She had just climbed to a new level, only to discover the problems she faced now were much more complicated than before.

The subtleties of these struggles were so profound; sometimes, she even felt weary at heart.

Cheng took a sip of his drink, looking appreciatively at Mi’er as he spoke.

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