American Scandal King

Chapter 207 Davis Prison Opens

The first thing Ian did after returning from Korea was to visit Gaskell.

Look at the old man, look at Lena, and look at his son.

I first looked at my son. The little guy is almost three months old. He has a chubby head and is very cute.

A pair of large light blue eyes stared at Ian, clearly an inheritance from him.

Holding his son, Ian played with him while sitting on the sofa and discussing work with Gaskell.

"Linuo Bank is still too small." At this moment, Ian said directly: "It's time to consider upgrading Linuo."

Each bank has its own fixed target ceiling. Lino Bank currently has a total of 40 billion in managed assets, and lending you 10 billion is already the limit. If it wants to continue to increase the loan amount, Lino Bank itself needs to reach a higher level.

If Lino Bank can control 300 billion in assets, then it will not be a problem for Ian to lend 80 billion.

Gaskell laughed and said, "That's not easy. Do you have any ideas?"

"How about buying Palos Bank?" Ian asked.

Gaskell shook his head slightly: "I can't buy it with Lino's money."

This is true.

It’s not that private banks in the United States cannot use managed assets to expand themselves. This is allowed, but it doesn’t mean there are no restrictions.

The key point is that you must have a certain profit and capital allocation ratio, etc.

Lino Bank's current profitability is average, largely due to the low interest rates paid to Ian, while the proportion of loans is increasing.

This means that Lino Bank no longer has any more funds to acquire other banks.

When it comes to funding, Ian also has a headache.

Carl Media has been continuously acquiring and acquiring companies in recent times, and its size has increased rapidly, but its debt is also high.

Currently, the total assets of the Carl Group are valued at around 265 billion yuan, and all liabilities add up to 235 billion yuan. The annual interest expenditure alone is as high as 12.21 billion yuan.

With this calculation, Ian should be thankful that his company's dividends can cover the interest, not to mention that you also need the bank to expand.

After thinking about it for a moment, Ian said, "There is some money in Afghanistan."

"Hmm?" Gaskell looked at him in surprise. "What did you say?"

Ian then gave a brief account of his cooperation with Afghanistan, leaving the old man bewildered.

Fake!

Ian, you're getting more and more powerful now, aren't you? You even dare to do business with Afghans?

But you know what, this is really a highly profitable business!

At least ten times the profit!

According to the agreement reached between Ian and Afghanistan, Afghanistan will give Ian a large sum of money to help run the business, and then exchange the money earned for weapons, food, and medicine to be sent over.

He did this through the Cripple Gang and had completed the first five million transaction not long ago.

The problem is that although the profit ratio is high, the scale is small!
Ian really doesn't care about these millions now.

However, Gaskell knew Ian quite well.

Since Ian had already decided to do this, Gaskell couldn't dissuade him.

He asked Ian, "How much is that money?"

Ian shrugged. "I'm not sure either. They didn't tell me. The key is that these guys are quite cautious and won't give me a lot at once, but I estimate it will be no less than 10 billion."

The Afghans are much more stingy than the Syrian terrorists who did business with the Chinese guys. Think about it, the Syrian terrorists wanted 15 billion without even meeting them, but the Afghans actually want to make a deal first to confirm their sincerity before they are willing to continue investing.

I hate doing business with poor people!

Afghanistan is so poor and stingy!
Gaskell said, "This money can't be used directly for bank expansion. You need to open a few more companies. Let me help you think of a solution. It would be best if there was someone to take the blame!"

Ian also knew that this matter could not be rushed, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

We have almost finished discussing things, and it’s getting late.

Ian was about to leave when he saw Lena's hungry eyes.

She grabbed Ian's hand, her eyes full of desire.

The body has recovered and the hunger and thirst value has increased.

Gaskell saw the spring tide in his wife's heart, and he smiled and said, "I'm going out for a drink. You stay with Lena."

As he said this, he walked out of the house with his crutches.

Ian and Lena were the only ones left in the room.

Lena was holding Ian in her arms. Having given birth to a child, she was obviously more plump, and the deep affection in her eyes was like a raging flame.

She pulled Ian towards the bed, and at that moment Ian felt like he was owing more than just 20 billion...

This made his heart tremble: "Baby, take it easy..."

Lian Na looked at him fiercely: "You owe me a lot of debts, you have to pay it back... plus interest!"

"Fuck!" Ian was pushed onto the bed by Lena in despair.

The banker's wife is so awesome, this is all considered interest.

The key is that I don't just owe you, I also owe Kate, Scarlett, Britney, Jessica and a bunch of other people...

At this moment, Ian deeply felt what it meant that heaven is hell.

So much so that when I left the next day, my legs felt weak.

Women who have given birth have an unusual appetite!
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Davis Prison, Los Angeles.

After several months of hard work, Ian's private prison was finally completed.

It is located on a piece of land outside Los Angeles, converted from an old hotel, adjacent to California Highway 1.

The tall walls, electric fences, and armed guards on the watchtowers form a unique and beautiful landscape here.

The guests here can live happily in the Davis Prison Hotel. They live in special hotel rooms surrounded by thick iron fences. There are diligent guards on duty at night. They can also play basketball and run during the day. Their lives are relaxed and happy.

When you have nothing to do, you can go to the garment factory to make clothes. Since it is close to California Highway 1, you can also organize outings, contribute to the construction of the US national construction site, and serve the society.

People living here live a very fulfilling life.

After leaving the Gaskells' house, Ian's first stop was Davis Prison to check out his new "hotel." In the warden's office, Ian sat in his chair, looking at the report.

The new warden, Ichabod Kraft, is a former prison guard who once served at MTC, one of the three largest prison companies in the United States.

Warden Kraft has extensive management experience and is known for his kind and gentle attitude.

Under his management, there had not been a single jailbreak, and his excellent management skills had created substantial profits for the prison. Although his management had led to severe physical damage and chronic malnutrition among many prisoners, it ultimately provided immense spiritual satisfaction to the prisoners.

They no longer have to worry about having nothing to do. Coming back from "get off work" every day, fearing and cursing Kraft is their daily routine.

After confirming that this was a senior management talent at the concentration camp level, Ian spent a large sum of money to recruit him.

Sitting in the warden's seat, Ian looked at the information in his hand and said, "The occupancy rate is only 26% now?"

Kraft smiled. "After all, we've just opened, so the initial clients are all from those construction sites. But don't worry. California has promised to ensure an occupancy rate of over 90% by the end of this year. I've already contacted the local judges, and they'll try to prioritize us and sentence the prisoners here. Of course, this also depends on whether there are enough prisoners."

"It will happen," Ian said casually. "Americans never disappoint us when it comes to crime. If we give the judges some more money, they will try their best to sentence us."

Kraft respectfully poured Ian some coffee. "I've contacted the nearby lumber mill, and they're willing to give us some business. It won't be long before our business scope expands again. Davis Prison will become your endless cash cow."

Ian smiled and said, "I like this part, but we need to take care of the Crips."

"Of course, I won't neglect what you've asked me to do." Kaf smiled and said, "By the way, I suggest we build a VIP unit in the prison. They'll have a better life there, but they'll have to pay for it, of course."

Although the Crips were specifically asked to be taken care of by Ian, the money still had to be spent. Even if it was his own employees' wallets, he had to squeeze them, right?

Some people have money but no connections, but the Cripples have connections so they should be content.

Ian nodded: "That's a good idea, but in the name of what?"

"What about human rights? Prisoners also have human rights and the obligation to be well cared for."

Ian nodded repeatedly: "That sounds good. We should treat these lost lambs with warmth like the spring breeze."

If you give money, there will naturally be spring breeze; if you don’t have money, there will only be winter wind.

At this moment, Ian smiled and said, "I like your mind in prison management. I was right about you. Let's go and take a look. We have to meet our clients after all."

So the two of them got up and left the warden's office building, heading towards the wind farm.

Several armed prison guards followed closely behind the two men as Ian walked along.

When you arrive at the wind field, you can see the prisoners gathering in groups of three or five.

Some were playing ball, some were smoking, their eyes were filled with murderous intent or cruelty, and some were desperate and confused.

Ian was like a condolence leader, smiling all the way.

On a bench not far away, several young people were talking. When they saw Ian, their eyes lit up and they waved to him.

It was Gan Lun and the other three who were involved in the Palos Bank robbery.

They were sentenced last year and received three years in prison, and after construction on Davis Prison was completed, Ian took the three of them over.

Seeing the three of them, Ian walked over with a smile: "Hi, hello. How are you doing here? Is the food good?"

Gan Lun said excitedly, "The warden is taking good care of us. I don't have to worry about my butt anymore. Thank God, your prison is finally completed. It's a pity that we don't have much time left before our pardon."

I actually felt helpless and hated that my prison sentence was too short.

Ian smiled and said, "It's okay, you are always welcome in Davis Prison."

The three young men laughed foolishly together.

Ian said, "If you have anything to say, you can talk to Kaf. As long as it's serious business, he will convey it to me. Remember, you are now considered non-staff members of Kaf Media, so do your job well."

The three boys nodded excitedly at the same time.

After chatting with them for a few minutes, Ian continued to inspect the prison with Kaf. Looking at the prisoners around him, Ian said, "It looks like there are gangs here too?"

This can be easily judged from the way the prisoners are gathered.

Kraft said, "It's mainly the Crips, MS, and the Fucheng Boys."

Although Crazy Git was killed by Ian, MS did not disappear. It just withdrew from the core area, but still exists. It is even fighting against the Crips Gang and providing a steady stream of material for Carl Media's news and Davis Prison's clients.

Ian said, "Don't let them cause trouble, especially keep the Crips under control. Tell them that all they can get is care for their lives, but if they dare to cause trouble in prison... Do you know that the best soldiers fear most, not the enemy, but their superiors?"

Kraft smiled. "You are quite right, Mr. Karl. We must make them fear us more than they fear the enemy."

He was very happy that the boss's support for these people was not unlimited.

Ian didn't say anything else, but continued to walk inside the prison and looked at each room one by one.

Some prisoners did not want to go to the prison, as it was a risk for them, so they stayed quietly in their rooms, reading books or something else.

At this moment, Ian arrived at a relatively remote prison and saw a well-mannered young man sitting there. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and reading a book.

Ian took a look and said puzzledly: "This person looks familiar."

Warden Kraft immediately said, "Ryan Galbraith, accountant for Enron."

"Ah! I was wondering why it looked familiar." Ian suddenly realized.

Enron falsified its accounts and eventually went bankrupt, so it was inevitable that someone had to take responsibility for it, and Galbraith was the scapegoat.

As for what he did, it doesn't matter.

Ian said: "Davis is a serious criminal prison, how could there be economic criminals?"

Kraft smiled and said, "He has strong professional skills, and the prison needs professional accountants. Davis Prison is not full yet, so I asked him to come over and give him some special care."

Ian murmured, "The Shawshank Redemption."

Warden Kraft immediately said, "There are no sewers here for him to crawl through."

"It doesn't matter if there is one. That would be good news."

Warden Kaf: "..."

However, private prisons will not lose their operating rights just because of one or two prisoner escapes.

Ian looked at the young man and said, "People like him should be kept. Maybe I can use them in the future. How many years was he sentenced to?"

"Not long, only a year and a half. He started imprisonment last year and will be released in February next year."

Ian hummed softly.

He turned and looked at Kraft: "Prison is a good place. It has the most valuable information and the most outstanding all-round talents. Kraft, I hope you can understand that money is not our only goal. Valuable information and excellent talents are equally important. If necessary, I hope this place can provide me with good special talents, so you have to take proper care of such people. This may reduce the prison's profits, but you will earn my gratitude!"

Kraft nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, boss, I won't let you down!"

(End of this chapter)