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 income 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 investments, 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 Mexico, 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 astonishment.
You're not joking, right?
Letting a drug buyer become a tutor?
Wotafa, even the Yanks would think your brain is filled with crap...
Victor glanced at Casare, who immediately 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 agreement, 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.
But that won't be available until 1996, its founder is still in school.
But doesn't that mean I can't develop it myself?
Tijuana has Mexico's largest "Internet Region", primarily responsible for software development and training internet talents.
If Mexico 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 Mexico.
And there's also semiconductors…
What was that Dutch company called?
If Victor remembered 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 times, 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 fermenting, could I possibly get involved?
Philips is a major investing firm, almost dragged down, maybe this time I could get a stake by using appropriate funds.
Better to have a branch in Mexico too!
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 Mexico 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 compliments, General!"
"Alright, I have some things to take care of, won't stay long, some other time, 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 America, 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 name of the bar.
On stage, two scantily clad women danced provocatively, so enticing that no man could withstand it.
Below, dozens of burly men howled loudly, but when they wanted to touch, they hesitated, sometimes secretly touching, then anxiously looked up to the second floor, and when they saw the bosses hadn't noticed, their laughter became even more lewd, their actions bolder.
At the entrance of the second floor stood several armed militants wearing masks and carrying assault rifles, occasionally glancing inside.
Inside sat many people, smoking heavily.
"Fuck! I still say the same thing, Victor can take whatever, but Kima Huakan, impossible! If he dares to come, 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 reinforcements from the Texas headquarters, about 600 brothers will !"