America's Big Hero

(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 wants to win the entire piece of land close to the road, he must convince the old man Huang. Without the old man Huang triumphant in the middle, even if Xiao En spends money, what he can get is 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 location of the later 'Museum of Chinese in America'.

The Museum of Chinese in America was established five years ago, in 5, 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 1980 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 09, with the growing scale of Chinatown, the museum moved once and moved to No. 210-215 Central Street.

Now Sean is looking at this later land, but the museum is only 1500 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.

Just leave it alone.

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 operation mode of prisons is different from the future, or the old-fashioned 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.