America’s Big Hero

The third quarter started. If you hadn't been watching the boxing match all the time, you would never recognize the two on the stage at this moment.

The whole head was swollen, beyond recognition, and the eyes were swollen like bubbles, and I could only squint to see people.

Old Hei held his head, allowing the strong white man to hit it with two fists, while gritting his teeth to hold back, he kicked hard on the injured part of the left leg of the strong white man.

This isn't the first time he's resisted punches and kicked the wounds of a strong white man.

The strong white man had tried his best to drag his left leg behind him, but he was kicked up after all.

"Ah!!" The strong white man couldn't hold on anymore this time, and he half-kneeled on the ground with a scream.

Seeing that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived, Old Hei slapped the burly white man hard on the face.

"boom!"

The strong white man fell in the ring.

When Old Hei saw this, a cruel light burst out from his closed eyes, he stepped forward and stomped heavily on the white man's injured leg.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

The sound of broken bones was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the audio system, and the scalp of those who listened was numb.

"Ah!!!" A shrill scream came from the white man's mouth.

The old black became more excited when he heard the screams, he raised his size 46 foot and stepped on it again.

Holding the distorted calf, the white man took a blow with his arm, and his arm made a crisp sound, "click"!

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat!" Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he shouted indistinctly.

As soon as they admitted defeat, the two referees rushed over immediately.

It's just that Old Hei didn't seem to hear it, and stepped down again.

Seeing this, the two referees immediately hugged Lao Hei from the side and dragged him backward.

"Fuck, Fuck, let me go, you sons of bitches, I'm going to kill him!" Old Hei growled and struggled.

"Fuck you!" A referee let go of Old Hei's hand, and hit Old Hei's chin with a fierce lowercut.

With a sound of "Bang!", Old Hei's head was thrown back high, his eyes rolled over, and he fell down on the ring with a bang!

Now, it's completely quiet!

At this scene, the audience below all exclaimed in unison. Unexpectedly, the referee was so fierce, and then cheered like a tsunami.

The referee twisted his neck and raised his arm to brighten his muscles. He used to be a professional boxer, but he was too old and unable to keep up, so he joined the competition team as a referee.

Under the stage, the medical team that had been prepared a long time ago rushed up, and after a quick emergency treatment, they carefully carried the two inhuman contestants onto stretchers and rushed off the ring.

Go to the hospital as soon as possible, the strong white man's calf and arm must be broken, and the old black man won't be much better.

At this moment, Sean's kind nature is revealed. Faced with people who make money for him, Sean will still do his best to treat people who make money for him.

At least I won't do the kind of thing that's pushed to the society due to physical reasons.

In the three quarters before and after, more than 600 people, all of whom were rich, bet more than 12 million U.S. dollars, with an average of about 20,000 bets per person.

It's not high, but in this game, Sean's rake reached 1.2 million US dollars!

Of course, not all profits, and various expenses are also not small.

From now on, there will be at least two games every night. Although the guests who will come later will not be as rich as today, the number of people will be more.

Come to think of it, just betting and drawing results every day will not be less than 2 million.

That's not even the ticket price!

Yes, you need to buy tickets to enter the Peace Hotel.

$1,000, no counter-offer!

You have to consider the nature of the people who come here!

Anyone who dares to come here is a complete villain.

You come here to do shameful things!

Who cares about paying an extra $1,000 for something like this! ?

Know why bad guys have money?

Because 'without conscience, you can earn more'!

Two beauties in bikinis came to the ring, and they were responsible for cleaning up the blood on the ring.

What is most needed after blood and violence is beauty.

No separation!

The two beauties are in good shape, with round thighs and slender waists. They knelt on the ground, pouted their buttocks, and slowly wiped the floor.

After a duel of muscle and violence, people's blood is excited!

After the first game, the second game will follow.

Compared with the previous one, this one was all professional players who had undergone long-term training.

If the first game was a bloody and brutal duel, then this one is a decisive battle of technology, will and violence.

The two tested each other, fists, feet, knees, elbows, every move was clean and neat, even if they hadn't practiced, they could see the danger in it.

If those two in the first match were to face anyone in the second match at this moment, they would definitely lose.

The atmosphere of the first transfer was very good, and the second transfer was carried over perfectly.

At this moment, Sean was sitting next to old man Huang, "Old man Huang, how about it? I know there are many martial arts gyms in Chinatown. Are you interested in training some fighters to compete with me?"

"The contestants get 10% of the fixed ticket commission, and the winner gets another 10% of the betting bonus."

"Generally speaking, if you win a game, you can earn 100,000 to 150,000 U.S. dollars."

"Why, aren't all the fighters here belong to you?" Old man Huang was really interested when he heard that, 150,000 to 200,000 US dollars, this income is not low, especially for those martial arts gyms.

Most of the martial arts halls can't continue to operate relying on those Chinese who come to learn martial arts.

"All the gangs below organize their own people. I just help to provide them with more professional and scientific training materials, and then organize the competition. As for who the contestants are and where they come from, I don't care. Everyone earns money. " Sean said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll ask the people below about this matter." Old man Huang nodded, it would be good to find a way to make money for the people below.

"But I have to explain that no one here uses any routines. Everyone studies how to knock down the opponent in the shortest time. Don't underestimate them."

"Don't worry, I understand!" The old man Huang looked solemn. Most of the martial arts practice routines, which are practice methods, the purpose is to strengthen the body, and few people practice actual combat methods.

Besides, no matter how well you practice, if you don't have enough physical fitness, you will be beaten to death even if you are on stage.

After chatting for a while, the second game was over. Sean didn't care about the outcome, as long as everyone was satisfied with it.

In the two games, everyone placed bets. Those who won were naturally happy, and those who lost were not reconciled.

There is not much money, and no one cares.

Sean sent everyone away at the door. When they left, Marvin and his gang of dudes seemed very excited. They would definitely not be able to compete on stage. However, these guys had their own club to train boxers to participate in the competition. Eun naturally has nothing to disagree with.

The guests were sent away one by one, and the sign of the Peace Hotel was published. I believe that through these upper-level people, the news will spread soon.

Moreover, with so many wealthy people here, their reputation is naturally guaranteed.

The old man Huang was the last one to go, of course Sean knew what it meant.

The two of them were not in a hurry to go out. Before the old man Huang came, he never thought of asking Xiao En for help with the recent affairs in Chinatown.

But he just saw so many big people, many of them are from New York, he saw congressmen from Manhattan, New York City congressmen, high-level government departments, people from the prosecutor's office, and even the district police chief saw two ...

Things like the Peace Hotel and underground boxing matches cannot be kept secret, and Sean doesn't mind these people knowing.

Whether the crime is illegal has never been the key issue. The key issue is whether the criminal has sufficient power and whether he has a conflict of interest with other people.

The whole world knows what the Gold Club is for, but it wasn't until 2001 that it broke the law...

Harvey's Hollywood red sofa has existed for 30 years, and many people have sued him, but he was not really caught until he lost power.

Therefore, there is nothing terrible about Sean. Besides, just because it is illegal now doesn't mean it will be illegal in the future.

Sean has plans of his own.

He has always believed that America should be more free and open!

"I have encountered some difficulties recently." Mr. Huang didn't drag his feet. After so many years in the United States, he knows how to deal with Americans.

"Really!?" Sean looked very 'surprised', "I've been busy with Colombia recently, and I really don't know anything about New York."

When Xiao En said that, Mr. Huang didn't doubt it. He naturally knew that the X security incident was so big before. He also lamented that Xiao En had the courage to use armed helicopters and missiles in other countries to kill hundreds of people.

After listening to the old man Huang, Xiao En ordered Jonas to come over and ask, and only then did he know the whole story.

"The problem of racial discrimination has always existed. It is said, but it is useless." Sean sighed, "I will help you solve the problem on the official side, but the conflict between you and several gangs..."

"It's not a big problem. As long as the authorities don't get sidetracked, it can be resolved gradually." Old Man Huang said with a smile.

"I have a brother named You Rui, and Mr. Huang should have met him. He was in the restaurant that day." Sean said suddenly, "Mr. Huang also knows that with the presence of the five major families in New York, it is impossible for other families to enter New York. "

The old man Huang's eyes flickered, "What does Mr. Xiao En mean?"

"Youri can provide some news, targeted news." Xiao En put on a meaningful smile the smallest.

"Then what does Mr. Xiao En need here?" Elder Huang instantly understood.

"I want a piece of land near Central Street." Sean said looking into the old man Huang's eyes.

Old man Huang frowned deeply, land!

As we all know, the Chinese have the habit of buying houses and land, and this habit has been passed down for thousands of years.

It is said that the Chinese are poor, but in fact, data shows that the average income of Chinese in the United States is more than 50% higher than the average income of Americans.

With the expansion of Chinatown over the years, those lands have been acquired by the Chinese little by little.

Saving money, buying houses and land, this is the fundamental way for Chinatown to expand little by little.

Of course, due to xenophobia, racial discrimination, different living habits, etc., the land is not so valuable in the hands of the Chinese.

4 square kilometers of land in Manhattan, New York!

The land occupied by Chinatown is all golden land, close to the New York City Police Department, the city government office building, the federal office building, Wall Street...

The reason why the Chinese get it at a relatively low price is actually similar to the method used by the blacks to gather in large numbers, causing the whites to sell their properties at a low price.

Sean took a fancy to the land he could get during the expansion of Chinatown.

And the old man Huang hesitated precisely because of the land, and the Chinese are very obsessed with land.

"Don't worry, I won't lose one point for the amount of money, and I will help you take down the entire Jewish district in a short period of time." Sean said with a smile.

"How old are you?" Huang asked with a frown.

"20 acres!" Sean blurted out.

"No, there are too many!" The old man stood up abruptly, staring at Xiao En.

The current Chinatown is not as big as the later generations, 20 acres and 13,000 square meters, which is too big.

"18 acres!"

"2 acres!"

Hearing the figure of 2 mu, Xiao En also jumped up angrily, what the hell, the old lady doesn't bargain so hard, it's too much!

"17 acres!"

"3 acres!"

"16 acres!"

"4 acres!"

"15 acres!"

"4 acres!"

Sean:? ? ?

I'm so down!

Old Man Huang: I know, but I'm afraid of chaos.

The old man Huang shook his head, and Xiao En was afraid that the old man would shake his head off.

"No, you can't do this, Mr. Huang, you have to take a long-term view!" Xiao En made the old man happy.

He didn't think the old man Huang could think of how valuable the land in Manhattan would be in the future, but the racial characteristics of the Chinese determined that the old man valued the land extremely.

For the old man Huang and those old people in Chinatown, the United States is not their hometown, and they have never regarded the United States as their own country, and they have no sense of identity.

(PS: Affected by thousands of years of traditional culture, democracy has always been far away from the Chinese. Compared with participating in politics abroad, the Chinese prefer to develop in economics, education and culture overseas. American law stipulates that any American citizen or holding Residents with green cards have the right to join the court jury, but few Chinese are willing to participate. The Chinese generally think that this will take up their time to make money. Similarly, they are unwilling to participate in any parades and riots. They all pay attention to low-key, and they also feel that it is a waste of time to make money, and they are unwilling to vote in the election, and they also feel that it is a waste of time.)

(PS2: Taking Malay as an example, one-third of the Malay population is Chinese, but the proportion of Chinese in the Malay army is less than 3%. No matter what you say, the fact is that you don’t have enough sense of identity.)

The only thing they can identify with here is Chinatown. Chinatown is home, homeland!

Watching their homes expand little by little is the greatest wish of these old men.

Sean was very helpless, and called Jonas to bring a map of New York.

Looking at the map, the old man Huang squinted at Xiao En, why did you prepare this thing in advance?

Sean: Believe it or not, I said I never thought of you.

Sean is also at a loss.

If he wanted to win the entire piece of land close to the road, he had to convince the old man Huang. Without the old man Huang triumphant in the middle, even if Xiao En spent money, what he could get was scattered.

The map was spread out, and what Sean originally wanted was a piece of land directly opposite Chinatown, but looking at the old man now, it was hopeless.

After thinking for a while, Sean moved his hand to the position of the "Museum of Chinese in America" ​​in later generations.

The Museum of Chinese in America was established five years ago, in 1980, in Old Chinatown, New York. It mainly displays some fragments of Chinese life in the United States and achievements in various fields over the past 200 years.

Displaying culture, history and so on are all appearances, 80 years, who will show it to!

The real purpose is to strengthen the cohesion of Chinese Americans.

In 2009, with the growing scale of Chinatown, the museum moved once and moved to 210-215 Center Street.

Now Sean is looking at this later land, but the museum is only 1,500 square meters in total, less than 3 acres, which obviously cannot satisfy Sean's appetite.

Start to lay out your own layout from now on. If you can't get a large enough piece of land, what's the point of playing.

"Here, I want 10 mu!" Sean said with a firm face, "It can't be less!"

"This is the territory of the Italians." Huang Lao looked at the map, and seeing that it was not Chinatown, his expression immediately softened.

"I know, I will let Yuri cooperate with you." Sean didn't bother to follow the old man to write slowly.

The piece of land he was looking at was half in the Italian quarter and half in the Jewish quarter.

"Yuri cooperates with you and will give you information about the Italian Gang and the South American Gang, and the rest, do you understand?" Sean squinted and said.

"I will send someone to get rid of all their high-level officials. As for whether your people can succeed in their positions, that's none of my business."

"Of course." Sean nodded.

"But the police and the New York City Government..." Old Man Huang frowned.

"I'll help you lobby for this matter, but afterward, you need to assign a group of people to calm the situation." Sean looked up at the old man.

The old man hesitated and said, "Yes."

"Afterwards, your direction of development is here. Squeeze all the people here as soon as possible, and I will pay for the purchase of real estate."

"But there is a problem, the population." The old man Huang said with some embarrassment: "With enough population, the city government can't do anything about us, but the problem is, it's a bit difficult."

"Then get someone to come here, isn't New York the largest gathering place for Chinese on the east coast?" Sean frowned.

"But New York is not only in Manhattan Chinatown. Here, um, the rent is a bit high, and many people have gone to live in Brooklyn." The old man Huang was a little helpless.

Sean: ...

"If you have any needs, you can tell me. I can help you as much as possible. I will pay for the purchase of this piece of land, and before I get all the land, I can hand it over to the person who bought it." Sean thought for a while He continued: "In addition, I have a bank under my name. If someone buys a house here in Manhattan, they can ask my bank for a loan if they don't have enough money. I will slightly lower the loan threshold."

Bank of America will habitually raise the standards for Chinese people when reviewing loans, not to say that they discriminate. White people always feel that Chinese people are not stable enough, and many accidents may happen.

But Sean knows that only Chinese who have a mortgage on their backs are good Chinese...

After making a rough plan with Old Man Huang, the matter will be over.

It is not so easy to win that piece of land, even if You Rui cooperates, but the land is easy to fight, and the most difficult part is to acquire all the properties.

Sean reckoned that it would take a lot of effort every year.

I can only let it go first.

It is important to let You Rui cooperate with the old man Huang to kill the gangs around him.

Land, sooner or later, with his connections, Old Man Huang will not refuse to buy land in Chinatown.

An American super-rich who understands China, speaks Mandarin, and has goodwill towards them is of great significance.

After seeing off the old man Huang, Xiao En returned to the villa by car.

On the way, Sean asked about the situation of the two prison boxers, and the news he got was that the white boxer's calf was completely broken, the forearm and hand bones were cracked, and three ribs were broken.

The old black also had several broken ribs and multiple fractures in his arms.

Both of them had moderate concussions, not to mention skin trauma, soft tissue contusion, etc., they are not injuries.

Sean clicked his tongue twice. In fact, he was quite willing to see this kind of low-tech but fierce battle.

In comparison, in the second match, the two boxers were better in all aspects of technique and body, but they were not murderous.

Well, it's more suitable for promotion. It's a bit close to doing black boxing, but it's not black enough.

It's just that the source of fighters suitable for black boxing is a problem.

A fight is a serious injury, how many fighters can bear this kind of consumption!

Still have to rely on prison!

Thinking of the key point, Sean turned his head to look at Jonas and asked, "How many of the 85 prisons in New Jersey are private?"

"Ah?" Jonas was stunned for a moment, then recalled carefully before saying, "No, there is no private one, right?"

"How come!?" Sean's face was full of surprise, but he remembered that most of the American prisons in later generations were privately run.

With 5% of the world's population and 25% of the world's prisoners, the United States has created the most in the world.

"Why do you open a private prison? It doesn't make money!" Jonas looked at Sean in puzzlement.

Sean didn't speak, and put his hands on his forehead and fell into a state of contemplation.

He can be sure that most of the prisons in the United States will be privately run in the future, and it is very profitable to open prisons, and several major prison giants are still listed companies.

But now there are few private prisons.

So, what is the reason that led to such a situation in the future generations of the prison?

If you seize the opportunity yourself, the business opportunities here are too great!

It's just that it's a little late today.

Early the next morning, Sean went straight to the Newark Police Station to meet dear Chief Wells.

60% of Newark's residents are black, and it is a paradise for criminals. There are not too many criminals here. As the police chief, Wells will definitely help him find some answers.

Wells felt strange about Sean's sudden visit, and Sean's question made him even more strange.

"Prison, open a private prison? Ha!" Wells laughed loudly: "Why, do you think there are too few villains around you, and you are going to prepare more for yourself? Or are you afraid that one day you will be arrested and there will be no good place to go? .”

"Fake, if I'm caught, I'll be the first to confess!" Sean scolded with a smile.

Just kidding, Wells still found a lot of information according to Sean's request.

How many people have been in key prisons in Newark in the last ten years, sentencing intervals, etc.

Know from Wells that not all criminals end up in jail.

Because the government needs to spend money after being locked up, and the government does not want to invest so much money in criminals, and these investments will not return any income!

Therefore, many criminals resort to fines and out-of-court settlements.

At present, the proportion of criminals in custody in the United States is not high in the world, less than 8%, which is only slightly more than the population.

Sean immediately contacted Governor Benny and obtained the funds that New Jersey invests in prisons every year from the state government.

Let Jonas get some information from the prison.

After comparing, Sean found the problem.

The current operating mode of prisons is different from the future, or the old-fashioned and traditional simple detention. Every year, the government needs to invest a lot of money in prisons.

Prison construction and maintenance costs, personnel wages and welfare expenditures, living and medical expenses for prisoners.

That's a lot of money for any state!

In order to reduce expenditure, state governments at all levels can only reduce the number of criminals in custody, and try to deal with less serious cases through plea bargaining and out-of-court settlement.

This is completely different from later generations, who will arrest people as soon as they can and sentence them as soon as they can.

"How is life in prison?" Sean asked Jonas after sorting out the materials in his hand.

"It's not bad, our people are all good." Jonas said.

"I mean ordinary people, what about ordinary people?"

"That's very bad. The accommodation conditions are very poor. The beds are bunk beds. There are six people in a room. There is only one toilet and a washbasin. In some poor conditions, eight people are in one room. You can only take a bath every two days!" Jonas stretched out his hand and made an 'eight' exaggeratedly.

"Very bad?!" Sean looked at Jonas in disbelief with a weird expression on his face.

"Well, it's bad!" Jonas nodded affirmatively, waving his arms exaggeratedly, "That's simply not how people live, it's too crowded!"

"The food is also poor, only one orange or other cheap fruit per meal, and less than a pound of chicken per day."

Well, it turns out that Rabbit's students are not human...

Well... most of them are not human.

"Okay, that's pretty bad." Sean nodded after thinking about it. Those old blacks who do nothing and only live on relief can't eat worse than this.

Well, as long as you go to various relief stations every day to get food coupons.

With that said, Sean slapped the table heavily, which startled Jonas.

"This is simply inhumane, this is abuse, this is a crime, this is a disregard for human rights!" Sean cursed loudly with an expression of indignation.

Jonas looked at Sean with a strange expression, this... is too unreal!

"Even if they are criminals, they still have human rights. They are living people. The government is an executioner. They cannot abuse criminals like this!"

"Yes, no!"

"I, Sean, absolutely do not allow this kind of thing to happen before my eyes."

"Boss, are you... sick?" Jonas looked at Sean uncertainly.

Sean: ￣へ￣

"Is it weird that I speak for criminals?" Sean asked with a black face.

"Uh..." Jonas thought for a while, and suddenly realized, "It's not surprising!"

"That's right." Sean was satisfied.

"After all, you are the worst criminal!" Jonas pursed his lips and nodded heavily.

"Fack!" Sean kicked him hard.

Jonas laughed and jumped away.

"Boss, what are you going to do?" Jonas leaned over again and asked.

"Of course, it is to speak out for those who are being held in prisons and are suffering from abuse and unfair treatment. They need, get, and rights!" Sean said firmly: "Jonas, you go to various prisons and collect them. Evidence, photos, videos of prisoner abuse."

"In addition, let the gangs find out the people who were previously imprisoned in prison, ask them if they have received unfair treatment, and record some of them."

"No, what are you doing?" Jonas looked confused.

"Take the prison to court, the people have the right to know the truth!"

Falk, Jonas rolled his eyes, he was convinced, Sean hypnotized himself all the time, as if he was really a good person.

"Okay, hurry up and do the business, this is a big deal!" Sean smiled and grabbed a box of Cuban cigars and threw it over.

Jonas took it, then turned around and walked out with a smile.

Sean is not idle either, Saul is not by his side, he has gone to India to explore the blended oil market, but he can find other lawyers.

In fact, they should set up a law firm under their own control.

Sean thought to himself.

After the lawyers were in place, Sean immediately asked the gang members who had been abused in prison to gather in Newark, and asked the lawyer team to record them in detail one by one.

It's better to carry out group lawsuits later.

At the same time, Sean asked Peter and several congressmen he supported to release the news, and reporters immediately came to interview them.

"Our compatriots are being treated unfairly!" With videos and photos in hand, these congressmen lashed out at various prisons in the state when they were interviewed by reporters.

Prisoners were beaten, forced labor, and what's more, sexual abuse happened.

In women's prisons, male prison guards forcibly inspected female prisoners' bodies, raped them, forced them to sell silver, and so on.

The news media here just exposed it, and the lawyer team over there sued eight prisons at the same time in the county court.

Things quickly spread through TV, newspapers, radio and other channels, and most people in New Jersey, including New York, knew the news.

Jail accused...

Before the court opened, there was another wave of demonstrations in major cities in New Jersey.

This time the marchers were either gang members or had criminal records.

Many people claimed that they had been abused in prisons. The sudden wave made the state extremely passive.

Improve the treatment of prisoners?

Give prisoners human rights?

Well, the United States emphasizes freedom and democracy, and human rights. However, many people don't say anything about prisoners, but they don't think that the treatment of prisoners should be improved.

But this matter, inexplicably, there is not much opposition.

Well, after all, the richer and more powerful you are, the more afraid you will be thrown into prison one day...

Although I don't want to have such a day, but what if, right?

If prison conditions are better, why not?

Of course, the state may not take the money out, not even a cent!

The parade was mighty, and the evidence on the court side was solid. For a while, everyone in the prison became yelling and beating.

At this moment, Sean appeared again in Governor Benny's office.

"Damn it, what the hell are you doing!"