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Montreal, Canada, Seagram Group Headquarters.

"Tell me." 55-year-old Edgar Mills Bronfman sat on a large office chair and looked at the man in front of him.

(Old Bronfman’s son is also named Edgar Bronfman, and is called Little Bronfman by the international community)

"The wine sold underground in New Jersey was determined to be fake. The day before yesterday, Sean established a Sean Liquor Company and formalized the company." George said in a low voice.

George was a staff member sent by Seagram Liquor Company to New Jersey to investigate the wines. During the secret investigation stage, many people under his command died. After that, he ran back to New York and did not dare to continue the investigation.

After the Elephant Party publicly investigated the Jonas family for smuggling alcohol, George immediately used his connections to pay close attention and returned to Montreal as soon as he got the news.

"Huh, it's true!" Old Bronfman snorted with an ugly face.

The Bronfman family is the earliest Jewish Russian. E. Bronfman immigrated to Canada in 1889. Due to the explosive development of the smuggled alcohol market after the United States promulgated Prohibition, in 1924, E. Bronfman’s son Samuel Brown

Furman established a brewing company in Montreal, contacted the Mafia across the United States, and began smuggling alcohol into the United States.

Afterwards, with a gun in one hand and alcohol in the other, the family assets began to grow explosively. In 1928, Seagrams of Ontario was annexed and officially changed its name, becoming a legal company.

It cannot be said that Sean imitated the Bronfman family's fortune...

All I can say is the same thing!

Well, early stage!

Everyone is a legitimate businessman.

All have a bright future!

At present, Seagram Winery, under the leadership of Old Bronfman, has become one of the world's largest liquor groups. Not only does it have its own brand, but its smuggling channels throughout the United States have transformed into the largest sales network in North America.

At the same time, due to historical reasons, the relationship with the Mafia families across North America has not been severed. Most of the Mafia smuggling alcohol in various places use Seagram's channels.

Smuggling alcohol evades huge tariffs, which in itself has little impact on Seagram's interests.

But a few months after Sean took control of New Jersey, the Seagram Group discovered that New Jersey had never taken goods from them, but there was always smuggled alcohol in New Jersey.

"Chairman, do you still need to continue the investigation?" George saw that the old Bronfman had not spoken for a long time, and then he asked.

"No need for the moment, you go down." Old Bronfman put down the information in his hand and said calmly.

George silently exited and closed the door. Old Bronfman looked at his son, "What do you think we should do?"

"Of course we have to find that guy's counterfeiting factory and take him to court." Little Bronfman said angrily: "We can't just let it go. Huh, if we don't do anything, those guys will just think that we are Bronfman."

The Furman family is afraid that if everyone makes fake wine, it will definitely have a devastating blow to the entire wine market."

"How to find his counterfeiting factory?"

"As long as you do it, it will leave traces. Those people below are very poor at doing things." Little Bronfman curled his lips, "You can definitely tell it from the mouths of those gangs. If one or two cannot do it, then find ten.

Twenty gangs, a group of gang members, are there any people with high moral character? I heard that there are more than 200 gangs in New Jersey. With so many gangs, it is impossible for everyone to be willing to keep the secret. There must be someone who is willing to tell."

"By bringing together multiple shipping information, we can naturally find out where the initial point is. As long as we are willing to spend money, we can definitely find it. If it is not convenient for us to take action, we can ask a private detective to investigate."

Although the young Bronfman is a little arrogant, as the third generation of the Bronfman family, his knowledge and level are really not bad.

Old Bronfman nodded and investigated according to this method. It can indeed be found, but...

"No need to investigate. The factory was in Passaic and has been demolished. Sean is building a new factory in Newark."

"Tear it down, tear it apart?" Little Bronfman opened his mouth in shock, his eyes widened, "No way, he really gave up on counterfeiting and started to develop his own brand, right?"

If others don't know, how can he know that although the wine industry is highly profitable, how difficult is it to do it?

So many wineries in Europe that have been in business for more than a hundred years are almost out of business. As a layman, he is looking for death if he wants to get involved in the red wine business!

"impossible!"

"After eating big fish and big meat, no one can leave the meat at hand and starve!" Little Bronfman shook his head like a rattle.

He didn't believe that Sean could withstand the temptation and suffering of easily earning tens of millions a year without picking up, and working hard to create a brand that he didn't know whether it would succeed.

Historical experience told him that it would be impossible for normal people to endure it.

"I don't know if he can bear it..." Old Bronfman squinted and shook his head. During the Prohibition period, Seagram Liquor Industry grew at a jaw-dropping speed. After the Prohibition was lifted, they worked ten times harder.

They can't make as much money as they originally did, and the Bronfman family is also very uncomfortable with it.

It was an extremely difficult time.

"What should we do now, just let him go?" Little Bronfman asked with an ugly face.

"It's not that easy to move him." Old Bronfman shook his head. "Not to mention his influence in New Jersey, let's talk about Rockefeller's background. As long as he doesn't do it now, there is nothing we can do."

"Damn, shameless thief, robber, Rockefeller has really fallen, ha!" Little Bronfman cursed for a while through gritted teeth.

He completely forgot that this was how his family developed back then.

What? Seagram is involved in smuggling?

We just sold the wine. How those people operate after that has nothing to do with me, Seagram!

People are always forgetful.

…

Shawn Liquor was quietly established and up and running without causing any ripples.

At least among New Jersey's high society, Sean and the Elephant Party's mutual revenge was well known.

It was only now that the secrets that puzzled Sean about why he made a fortune so quickly in his early days were revealed.

It turns out that they are making "fake wine", and the profits are terrifying.

While they envy and hate how easy it is for Sean to make a fortune, most people also lament that Sean is "willing to give up".

To decisively cut off the easy profits of tens of millions a year and start a "regular winery", this kind of courage is really not something ordinary people can have.

That is tens of millions a year, wealth that many families cannot earn for generations.

Yes, in the eyes of everyone, the 'Shawn Winery' which is still under construction is a 'regular winery'. After all, it is openly blended, sold openly, has a regular brand, and pays taxes legally, so why is it not a regular winery.

Although those underground bars still took the goods from Sean, went back and filled them into the original bottles and became 'fake wine' again, but the illegal behavior changed from Sean to the gangs, and if there was another problem, they would not be able to find it no matter what.

It's Sean's fault.

Of course, the losses are indeed huge.

And as the news slowly spreads, the sales of these "mid-to-high-end" drinks will inevitably be greatly affected.

However, Sean is not worried about this.

After the public sale, some people in other states will also buy these "branded wines", bottle them and sell them in bits and pieces, and the sales volume may not necessarily decrease.

Although the price is not lower than that of smuggled products, it is better in safety.

It's too scattered and there's no way to check it.

State Court, today is the time to hear the Santos case.

The court was full of people, there were no reporters, they were all prominent figures from the Elephant Party and the Donkey Party.

The elephant party is here to support Santos, and the donkey party is here to watch the fun.

There is no such thing as a rabbit dying and a fox being sad. Sean is also a member of the upper class, and he is still a top-notch person.

As long as it's not overthrown by the "mud-legged people", it's not a problem, it's just an internal struggle.

"The court pronounced that Santos... was found guilty of the crime and sentenced to 12 years in prison." The judge announced the verdict with a serious face.

When the verdict was announced, Santos collapsed emotionally on the spot. He turned around and stared at Sean and roared loudly. He grabbed the railing and was about to rush out, "Sean, Sean, you murderer, you devil, you are

Yes...wuwuwu."

Santos's loud roar shocked several court police officers, who immediately rushed to hug Santos, and one of them raised his hand to cover Santos' mouth.

Everyone was silent, the Xiang Party members had a sullen face, and the Donkey Party members were gloating about the misfortune, including the judge standing above, who also watched this scene quietly.

Everyone wants to see what Sean will do.

"Don't stop him!" Sean sat there, smiled and waved to the two court police officers, "Let him go and let him say that the United States is a free country and he has the right to speak."

"Bah!" Santos spat heavily, his old face turning red, "No need to pretend!"

"Who doesn't know that you are the biggest mafia boss in New Jersey and the biggest cancer in New Jersey? You are a vampire and you will definitely go to hell!"

"Go to hell!!!"

"Haha, what happens next?" Sean looked around at everyone present, with a faint smile still on his face, "In my eyes, you are just the barking of a defeated dog."

"has no meaning?"

"If I want to sue you, you can just yell at the court and slander me now, and your sentence will be longer."

"However." Sean smiled and patted his chest, "As everyone knows, I am a good person and a generous person. I will not pursue it. After all, who knows whether you can survive 12 years."

"Of course, I hope you can live and stay alive!"

"Don't worry, I will let someone take good care of you."

"Did you see it? Did you see it? He is threatening me, judge, he is threatening me!" Santos pointed at Sean, looked at the judge and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Sean, what do you have to say?" The judge looked at Sean expressionlessly.

"Evil people have disgusting and stinky thoughts in their minds. In their eyes, the whole world is dark, without any light. They can find the dark and despicable part in everything." Sean stood up slowly.

He came, bowed slightly to the judge and said: "In Santos' eyes, the world is like this, everyone wants to harm him."

"And what I want to tell you is that you think too much."

"I will take good care of you and give you the best accommodation, the best food, and the best medical care so that you can live a healthy life."

As he spoke, Sean showed his big white teeth and said, "After all, you can only see it if you are alive."

“How great my life is here!”

"And you can only look at the outside world through the bars in that cold and small room."

"Even if you fall ill, I will send you to the best hospital, hire the best doctor, insert tubes all over your body, and run the medical equipment next to you to ensure Santos' vital signs."

"There will be someone reading the newspaper to you with a smile every day. It is full of various reports about me."

"And you can only lie on the warm hospital bed and listen quietly, unable to do anything!"

hiss……

There was a gasp of air in the courtroom.

The temperature in the entire courtroom dropped a bit, and it was overcast.

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Sean. This guy...

Too vicious!

His words will definitely be deeply impressed on Santos' mind, and he will be tortured by these words every day that Santos lives in the future.

It tortured his spirit, tortured his soul, and made him miserable.

Everyone seemed to have a picture of what it would look like more than ten years later in their minds.

So vicious!

"I firmly believe that there will be such a day!"

"You, you, you..." Santos' face turned pale, his lips kept trembling, his body was like sieving chaff, and fear completely filled his heart.

Until Santos, who was as lost as a walking corpse, was taken out of the court by the bailiffs, and the sound rang out again in the court.

The Elephant Party members left under the leadership of Brewster Jesse, and everyone couldn't tell how they felt.

Sean was forced by them to abandon the 'fake wine' business and lost tens of millions in income a year, but he also used the Santos incident to give everyone a warning.

I, Sean, am here!

The Elephant Party seemed to have won, but it also offended Sean. New Jersey was already a vote base for the Donkey Party, and the advantage would be even greater in the future.

Whether it is a loss or a gain, no one can say.

However, Sean is not in the mood to pay attention to this matter at the moment.

Negotiations with the state government over prison acquisitions are about to begin.

He still needs to raise money.

Fortunately, Sean now has his own bank, so it is not too easy to apply for a loan.

"Twenty-five companies can only acquire so many!"

In the conference room of the state government office building, Sean sat at one end of the conference table, and Governor Benny sat at the other end. On both sides were the governor's team, and on the other side were people from the Donkey Party and the Elephant Party.

"Didn't we agree on the 52 companies?" Governor Bennie frowned deeply and said the word "Sichuan".

"No way, we don't have enough money!" Sean spread his hands and said confidently: "52, according to the cost-effective price, a total of 180 million is needed, with an average of 3.46 million US dollars per prison. Why don't you grab it?"

"Do you think my money was brought by the wind?"

"It's too expensive. I can't afford it if I don't have money." Sean denied it three times in a row!

"A prison, land, buildings, and equipment are not expensive anymore. They are all cost-effective according to market prices." Dirk Dudley, secretary of the governor's office, said.

"It's not expensive, you can sell it to someone else." Sean said "ha", completely acting like you are casual.

No one has ever done the prison business so far. Sean is the first to prepare to take over the business. The exact financial situation is unknown at all. Who will they sell it to?

That's a prison, and all the prisoners are there, and no one is easy to mess with.

Do you really think anyone can manage it?

Seeing Sean's attitude, everyone in the conference room looked at each other with helpless expressions.

There was such a big fuss over a prison acquisition issue before, so many people died, and Sean was almost beaten to death.

Moreover, with so many people eyeing this fiscal revenue, how many transactions have been done in private?!

Now that they don’t have that much money, they can’t explain it at all.

It's like being trapped by Sean.

"Then you tell me what you think?" Benny coughed slightly and said loudly. It's nothing more than negotiation, so let's talk.

"Reduced price, 3.46 million, hehe, I know the cost well!" Sean sneered at the corner of his mouth. Who said there is no corruption in the United States?

It just legalizes corruption through law. After all, the United States does not prohibit officials from doing business.

"It is impossible to reduce prices. These are state assets and must not be lost." Benny refused.

"Then allow me to pay in installments." Sean continued: "180 million is a one-time payment. What a joke. Ask the entire United States how many people can afford so much cash at one time!"

"Instalment payment..." Benny muttered and looked at the congressmen.

"I can't do it here, I need it urgently," said a congressman.

"Neither can I!"

"It can't be delayed!"

Everyone shook their heads and shrugged, no one wanted to wait.

Benny's mouth twitched fiercely, and he looked at Sean again, "Okay, Sean, let's not beat around the bush and talk about your conditions."

"180 million, nothing means nothing!" Sean took out his cigar and trimmed it slowly without looking at the others.

Now is not the time before, when these wild dogs bit down on this piece of meat, no one wanted to spit it out. Now it is not their turn to make the decision.

"Sean, there is nothing that cannot be solved. We all know that you are a person who cares about human rights and works for prisoners." Benny looked at Sean with a smile.

‘Cough, cough, cough’ Sean choked on his cigarette, but he still wanted to lose face after all.

"As we all know, managing those inmates is difficult, and it's difficult for me, so, first of all: the state has to keep the prisons occupied," Sean said, raising a finger.

"Occupancy rate!?" Everyone looked at each other.

What’s really weird is that I haven’t seen you for a long time. A word like occupancy rate that only appears in the hotel industry actually appears in prisons...

What a heck!

"Yes, the occupancy rate must ensure that the prison has an injection rate of more than 90%. Every room in the prison has maintenance costs. It is a huge waste to leave it vacant." Sean said seriously.

"We are a country ruled by law. Law enforcement must be strict, violations must be investigated, and bending the law for personal gain is resolutely prohibited. This is the inevitable result of legal system construction!"

"So..." Sean shrugged, "You need to communicate with the judges."

"Sean, the prisons you are looking at all have sentences of more than one year!" Benny said through gritted teeth.

"When people make mistakes, they should be punished. Put all those bad guys in jail, and the security environment will naturally improve, right?" Sean looked at everyone.

Everyone in the room glanced at each other. This problem was not a big one. They were all bastards anyway, and it had no impact on their interests.

"Okay, I promise you, the parliament will pass this regulation." Benny nodded.

"Well, secondly, the people who are imprisoned must obtain the consent of the prison. I don't want those with serious diseases, and they can't work... Ahem, they are also human beings. We must try to give them a reasonable guarantee of survival.

Well, the hospital is more suitable." Sean said with a smile.

"This... this is not in compliance with the regulations. If you are sentenced, you will go to jail." Benny was too lazy to speak and looked at his secretary. Dirk Dudley immediately spoke up.

"Stipulations, is there anything more important than human life?" Sean waved his arms, "Human rights, human rights, and the law cannot despise human rights!"

Everyone rolled their eyes, America finally made you understand.

"Ahem, as long as you have a serious medical condition certified by a doctor, you won't have to serve a sentence just because the prison refuses to accept you..." Sean said softly again.

Everyone: Oh!!!

Understood!

This is good!

This is good!

Seeing that everyone was stunned, Sean smiled and continued: "Third, if the prison is not managed well, the government will be responsible for backing it up and must buy back the prison unconditionally."

"This is impossible!" Benny almost jumped up in anger. What's the point? You can only make money and not lose money, right?

"Then the prison will file for bankruptcy. If those prisoners escape, you can find them wherever you like." Sean curled his lips and said nonchalantly: "My damn money didn't come from strong winds. There is no law in the United States that requires me to

Even if you have to lose money, you should continue to experience it, right?!"

"Aren't you being a rogue!" Benny was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

"What do you mean by playing rogue? You are insulting my character!" Sean immediately became unhappy, "If I can't run the business well, then the state government can't run the business well, and I'll be compensating for the state government!"

“Prisons are an indispensable institution of a country’s polity!”

"I am supporting the construction of the state government!"

"Everyone knows how dark the prison is, how much evil there is, and what a huge mess it is!"

“I am bearing the losses on behalf of the state government!”

"Are you kidding? I'm a scoundrel. Then you can find a scoundrel like me who has high moral character and an internationalist spirit who never benefits himself but only benefits others!"

this……

Benny looked at a group of congressmen, who were all speechless. They clearly felt that Sean was trying to make excuses, but they didn't know how to refute.

It is impossible for birds to eat and prisons not to exist. This thing has existed for thousands of years.

This bird feeding is the responsibility of the government.

After selling it to Sean, the bird food can save a lot of money.

With such concerns, it's impossible for them to find anyone else willing to take over this mess.

Nothing wrong!

hiss!!!

Or, do you agree?

Sean's attitude of not paying if you don't agree with me leaves a group of congressmen with no solution at all.

Everyone is waiting for the US$180 million and the tens of millions of US dollars of government public funds saved every year in the future.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired!

Are several of Sean's demands excessive?

Not too much!

Is it reasonable?

Very beaver!

In later generations, the average annual government lobbying funds for CCA and GEO were only about 3 million.

Can’t I buy a beaver with 180 million yuan?

Ah……

In the end, in addition to these three major conditions, Sean also reached an agreement with the state government, and the government also provided a monthly subsidy of US$72 for each prisoner.

This is already US$178 less than the original US$250, which works out to save US$2,136 per prisoner per year, with more than 26,000 prisoners, and the state government spends US$55.536 million less every year.

For such a large sum of money, the state government pinched its nose and had to approve Sean's conditions.

After all, it's all business at the end of the day.

Most of the time, the outcome of the vote is decided before the vote is cast!

Of course, the main reason why Sean spent so much money was to set a precedent.

The cost of setting a precedent has always been greater than inheriting it for future generations.

In fact, these three clauses will indeed exist in later generations, but that will have to be after 2010. Sean spent money in advance to clear the way.

In order to receive the 180 million funds as soon as possible, hello everyone Sanqi...

The state assembly began voting and passed the three articles with 72% of the vote.

After the articles were passed, there was no large-scale publicity, only a small space in the corner of the newspaper.

The media in other regions also strangely did not report it extensively. With this precedent, all kinds of capital have tacitly chosen to wait and see to see what the subsequent development will be.

In order to make money, there is nothing that capital cannot do.

As for the 180 million in funds, Sean can still get it, although Sean actually has no money now.

Fortunately, all the companies under his control are basically on the right track and can afford the funds needed in the development process. The only major money grabbers left are the construction of the Cartagena Industrial Zone and the interior decoration of the Peace Hotel is about to be completed.

By the way, the post-renovation of Peace Hotel really made Sean feel distressed. He really didn’t expect to spend so much money!

It cost more than 34 million!

Damn, it costs more than building a building.

The whole thing was posted in U.S. dollars.

Thanks to Sean's foresight, he set up his own bank as the core and used company employees and gangs to absorb private funds on a large scale. Otherwise, where would the money be?

Of this 180 million, Sean could only take out 16 million, and the rest was all ‘loans’ from banks.

Your own bank must also follow formal procedures to avoid taxes.

…

After the prison was legally transferred to Sean's name, Sean immediately took people to visit the prison. The warden happened to be an old friend, Henry Pope.

The old guy made $100,000 from his place last time and was very happy, even though one prisoner was beaten half to death.

But it's none of his business. The prisoner accidentally dropped it.

Sean is planning to fire most of the original prison guards. In a prison with an average of 500 people, Sean only retains 8 guards. Without them, it will reduce expenses!

This is only 20% of the prison guards originally employed by the government.

The capitalists don’t have any surplus food either!

This kind of layoff method made many people in the state exclaim that Sean is too shrewd... too shrewd.

Sean felt the same way. In fact, what he didn't know was that in later years, CCA had done something like this in a prison in Lawrenceville with only 5 guards guarding 750 inmates.

According to the three-shift system, there are only 1.5 prison guards every eight hours on average.

That's what you call a capitalist.

As for Sean, these 8 people are still retained, and he will add his own manpower later. According to his plan, 500 people must be guarded by 15 people, and 5 people must be guarded every 8 hours to be safer.

"Can this be managed?" Bill heard Sean say this when visiting the prison. Bill looked at Sean dumbfounded, "Is this too little?"

Henry Pope was also scratching his head, but fortunately we were old friends, and Sean would keep him on account of his previous reputation.

"Young!?" Sean stood in the corridor and pointed at the big iron doors and said, "They are already a group of mature prisoners and they must learn to manage themselves!"

Bill, Jonas:(?ω?｀ll)

After a tour, Sean specifically asked Henry Pope to open the cell doors of different levels.

"Sir, please." With a click, the cell door opened, and in the surprised eyes of the prisoners, Sean, Bill, and Jonas walked in one after another.

"Is this the best cell?" Sean raised his eyebrows?

"Uh...yes." Henry Pope was a little confused. Isn't this condition good enough?

It's a single room, complete with tables and chairs, and a separate bathroom that's isolated. The entire area is 15 square meters, which is great.

"It's too crude." Sean shook his head in dissatisfaction.

A group of people, including prisoners, looked at Sean blankly, what the hell are you kidding, this is a prison!

"Hey, brother, are you going to decorate your new home?" The prisoner sitting on the bed shouted to Sean.

Sean glanced at him without saying anything, then turned to look at Henry Pope, "Why does he live here?"

Henry Pope was a little hard to talk to.

"There's nothing bad to say. Did you pay me?" Sean smiled and reached out to pat Henry Pope on the shoulder, "Henry, you have to understand that now, this is a business."

Henry Pope nodded, "$2,000 a month."

"So cheap." Sean was a little surprised.

"How cheap!?" A prison guard who was following him couldn't help but replied: "Sir, our salary is only US$932 per month."

With 12 months' salary plus one month's bonus, their annual legal income is US$12,116. During this period, the per capita GDP of the United States was only US$18,200 and the per capita GNP was only 17,436.

(GDP is gross domestic product, GNP is national per capita income. The GDP and GNP of the United States are almost the same, while the rabbit in 2019 was 6.46:2.82)

As we all know, Lao Ma and I each have an average of US$28.2 billion...

And $12,000 is the per capita income of ordinary people.

Therefore, the cost of $2,000 for such a shabby place is really excessive.

"Hey, boy, are you here to cause trouble?" The prisoner tilted his head and looked at Sean, his eyes full of evil.

Sean turned his head and glanced at Jonas, who looked at the prisoner with a cruel smile on his face.

Without waiting for the prisoner to react, Jonas kicked the prisoner down with a flying kick. Bill also rushed forward. The two held each other down and started punching and kicking each other wildly.

"Oh, damn it, Fake, warden, warden, they are going to kill me!!" The prisoner wanted to resist at first, but after a few moments he curled up on the ground holding his head and shouted for help.

Henry Pope turned his head to the side, poked his feet on the ground, and kept cursing in his heart, do you know who the hell you are cursing?!

…

…

I have a cold, and my head hurts terribly. My temperature has been cooling down these days. After all, I am getting older and my body is not as good as that of young people. I have a cold...

I barely managed to type despite my headache, my head was buzzing...