Now the sewing machines are no longer stepped on, but manufactured instead, because the current number of criminals is very large, fully capable of consuming them, and the prison system's inco can reach over 30 million US dollars a year, all profit.
Of course, there is still potential here.
"General, besides drug traffickers, many of the people captured by the Northern Army are high-educated criminals, I plan to gather them and then leverage their knowledge for investnts, like that one..." Kelton Torres pointed to a thin man wearing glasses, expressionless in front of the assembly line, but very focused.
"He is a physics professor from the National University of xico, he was caught while buying drugs for his drug-addicted wife, I think it's a waste to have such people doing this rough work, I plan to have him start a coaching class, specifically for rich families..."
Victor looked at him in astonishnt.
Dude…
You're not joking, right?
Letting a drug buyer beco a tutor?
Wotafa, even the Yanks would think your brain is filled with crap...
Victor glanced at Casare, who imdiately understood, the boss hoped this bad guy would step forward, cleared his throat, "Kelton, have you considered the safety of the students? A criminal is always a criminal, who's responsible if he harms the students?"
Kelton Torres, hearing this, nodded in agreent, frowning, "I've heard about computers, it would work if there was face-to-face chat available on it, if the students have any questions, let our high-educated criminals answer, we'd definitely make a fortune."
!!!!
Victor looked at him with a strange expression in his eyes, this guy's mind… moves really fast.
Isn't this just ICQ?
But that won't be available until 1996, its founder is still in school.
But doesn't that an I can't develop it myself?
Tijuana has xico's largest "Internet Region", primarily responsible for software developnt and training internet talents.
If xico officially develops ICQ first, its reputation will surely be even more prominent.
Casare, hearing Kelton Torres's remarks, also lit up, looking towards the boss.
"Let's talk when we get back, there's potential in this." Victor calmly said.
The first one to eat the crab always gets more benefits.
The 90s could be said to be the most pivotal year in world changes, with the internet taking off in this decade, communication as well, and if you can overtake in the corners in these important sectors, becoming a cornerstone industry for xico.
And there's also semiconductors…
What was that Dutch company called?
ASML?
Yes, that's the one.
If Victor rembered correctly, it later developed well and just started a few years ago, ASML's early history was full of challenges, the company nearly went bankrupt multiple tis, but turned around after successfully going public in 1995.
In other words, this thing is totally a hen that can't lay golden eggs yet, still fernting, could I possibly get involved?
Philips is a major investing firm, almost dragged down, maybe this ti I could get a stake by using appropriate funds.
Better to have a branch in xico too!
Avoid the Yanks…
from causing trouble.
Semiconductor, chips are indeed the main track for the future.
Almost forgot about this, Victor plans to go back and think hard about other paths to fortune.
Warden Kelton Torres continued the tour with them, also showing the cells, inside were criminals looking scared, clearly often beaten up.
"General, Mr. Bramo Ramsfield has arrived in xico City." Just then, the secretary quickly approached him and whispered.
Victor nodded in approval, saying, "Kelton, you've done well with this prison, kept it in very good relation, I'm very satisfied, keep it up."
"Thank you for your complints, General!"
"Alright, I have so things to take care of, won't stay long, so other ti, I'll invite the elders for a drink."
"General, aren't you going to have dinner here before you leave?"
"No thanks, I have guests from Arica, I need to see them."
Although Kelton Torres felt disappointed, he understood, and watched as Victor and his group left, and once the car convoy was completely out of sight, he turned around, his expression fierce.
"Inside the cell, who farted!"
"Damn it, I'll stuff those damned bastards right up!"
...
Kima Huakan Slum in a bar.
Glowing with enchanting and seductive "lights."
Obviously not a proper place.
"Hanky Pank", the na of the bar.
On stage, two scantily clad won danced provocatively, so enticing that no man could withstand it.
Below, dozens of burly n howled loudly, but when they wanted to touch, they hesitated, sotis secretly touching, then anxiously looked up to the second floor, and when they saw the bosses hadn't noticed, their laughter beca even more lewd, their actions bolder.
At the entrance of the second floor stood several ard militants wearing masks and carrying assault rifles, occasionally glancing inside.
Inside sat many people, smoking heavily.
"Fuck! I still say the sa thing, Victor can take whatever, but Kima Huakan, impossible! If he dares to co, I swear..." A man with a face full of scars smoked impatiently and picked up a gun, "I'll kill him!"
"Those who want to surrender might as well go now, but we, Los Aztecs, will never surrender."
"I've already asked for reinforcents from the Texas headquarters, about 600 brothers will support us!"
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