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 an?
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 Arica, it basically ant 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 sowhat astonished.
In the past, he hadn’t realized how eminent Cheng’s status was.
But today, now that he has beco 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 ti.
Especially after the convoy hit Highway 10, when a highway patrol officer on a motorcycle spotted them.
The young cop thought it might be so 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 ca driving his own car to back up the rear.
You say there’s no room for personal relationships in Arica?
Kid, that’s just because you haven’t earned people’s respect!
It might seem like those cops did sothing 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 ti.
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, so 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.
“Sotis 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 so sweet talk ant 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 , what should we do with that dilapidated school?”
“Partner with LAPD, get so 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, li juice, ginger beer, oh, and most importantly, add so 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 montum when solving difficult problems.
Co on, solve this puzzle!
“The private prison industry in Arica erged 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 Arican 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 developnt will affect the local security.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
Under these circumstances, expanding prison capacity becos an inevitable outco in so sense.
Our entry or push is just accelerating this process.
As long as we provide the right research data and reports, and find so key people, this matter won’t be difficult to accomplish.”
After Cheng put on a show, the bartender handed over his ordered drink sowhat timidly.
“Sir, your drink.”
Lisa raised a question.
“But, Chan, I understand the profitability of private prisons, but have you thought about the investnt for this venture?
Where will the start-up capital for this project co 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; sotis, 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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