American Scandal King

Chapter 216 Special Talent Training Center
Davis Prison.

"Galbraith, your pardon has been granted."

Following the prison guard's call, the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses slowly walked out of the prison holding his clothes.

Inside the surrounding iron bars, the prisoners whistled frantically: "Hey, kid, I'm going to miss you! Miss your white ass!"

"Come on, man, you've never succeeded before. He's under the warden's care."

"That's why I said I missed you. I'll come find you when I get out!"

Then laughter broke out in the prison.

As the prison guard walked into the warden's office, Galbraith saw Warden Kraft and a familiar face sitting on the sofa next to him.

Ian Carr!

Galbraith stood before the warden and saluted respectfully: "Mr. Warden, Mr. Karl."

Warden Kraft frowned. "You should put Mr. Karl before your name. It was Mr. Karl who asked me to take care of your life and save you from those guys' invasions during this period of time!"

Excellent executives must know how to flatter!
Galbraith saluted Ian Carr and said, "Thank you for your care, Mr. Carr."

Ian Carr smiled. "You're welcome. Congratulations, Mr. Galbraith. You've been granted amnesty and will return to the beautiful human world. By the way, what are your plans for the future?"

Galbraith smiled: "Get a job and live the rest of your life in peace."

Ian spread his hands: "That sounds very sad. What else do you think you can do? Go to the cashier at the supermarket? Or work as a waiter in a restaurant?"

Galbraith lowered his head in thought.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "I quit, sir."

Ian fell silent.

He looked directly at Galbraith.

Galbraith said: "Mr. Karl, I know you are not here for no reason, and I can guess what you want me to do, but I don't want to do it anymore."

A smart person is a smart person!

Ian chuckled softly. "You misunderstood, Galbraith. I didn't intend to ask you to help me cook the books. I came here simply because I'm grateful for the loss of a talented person."

He looked at Kraft as he spoke.

The warden stood up tactfully, walked out of the room, and closed the door respectfully.

Ian looked at the young man in front of him: "I can understand your thoughts, but I really don't intend to let you join Karl Media. I just want to give you some small financial support."

Galbraith looked at him. "Then I'll continue to commit crimes, help you make a lot of money, and in the end I'll still be the one to take all the blame."

Ian smiled and said, "I plan to invest in a law firm."

Galbraith looked at him puzzled.

Ian said, "I already own a prison and have some friends in politics. Next, I'll invest in a law firm. They'll be responsible for helping my people with lawsuits and providing the best legal assistance during their time in the business. It doesn't matter if they lose the case. Davis Prison is my friends' home. They will be well taken care of here. I can also provide them with insurance, health insurance, and hire the best doctors to treat and recuperate them. In the future, I also plan to invest in nursing homes, charitable foundations, pension funds, and even crematoriums and cemeteries... In a sense, Davis Prison can also become a sanatorium for these people. Those fierce gangsters outside will be as obedient as dogs in front of you, or simply become your bodyguards."

He looked at Galbraith and said, "These things won't be very large, but they offer one-stop services from cradle to grave, even private schools... I heard you're divorced? You need a new wife, new children, a new family, a new life. You can sleep with whores who cost ten thousand dollars a night, drive million-dollar cars, sleep in rooms that cost thirty thousand dollars a night, drink seventy thousand dollars worth of wine, feel the glare of the spotlight, be served by a host of servants, and live the life of a superior person!"

"When you wake up, you'll be greeted by a pair of beautiful twin girls. After breakfast, you'll jump into the pool for a comfortable swim. You won't even need to open your mouth for someone to feed you. You can have a party every night and have everyone in your sight serve you!"

"Carl Media will provide you with everything. Whether you are outside or inside the prison, you don't have to worry about anything. Even if you return here one day, your young and beautiful new wife can visit you every week. You can get recognition for good behavior and even go home once every six months... If you don't need a single female companion, you can also get a new one. You will be pardoned as quickly as possible, and then you will never have to worry about finding a job... You won't even need to work."

"You will still become a person that the world will pay attention to. You will achieve great success and shuttle back and forth between heaven and hell."

"And I can help you turn hell into heaven!"

"The most important thing is that I already have credibility in this area... You know Gan Lun and the others, right? They've been released from prison, published books, become famous, and made money. They are extremely grateful to me and miss Davis Prison so much! They wrote to me not long ago, hoping that I could arrange some errands for them. They miss Davis Prison. I can ask them to kill a hundred people right now, and they won't hesitate." "Of course, you can also choose to refuse, and then waste your talents in a miserable search for a job, being rejected and despised again and again, like a homeless person on the street, helpless and helpless, and eventually spend your life in depression and loneliness. You may become addicted to drugs, and then be killed in a robbery, or die inexplicably in a street gunfight, or die in the winter of Christmas, or in the scorching summer, with your body stinking in the gutter... You choose to be a righteous person, and then die in such a dirty and desperate way."

"It's up to you to choose a wonderful life or to be as brilliant as a butterfly without the need for fire!"

Having said this, Ian finally stopped.

Perfect seduction, no hypnosis required!
Galbraith looked at him blankly. "It sounds like accounting doesn't get paid that way. What do you need me to do for you?"

Ian Carr smiled.

He said, “You just have to do it for yourself and do what you’re good at!”

………………

After leaving the prison, Galbraith went to a hotel.

Wearing the designer suit handed to him by the waiter and a million-dollar watch, Galbraith looked at himself in the mirror.

He seemed to have returned to the society where people were superior to others.

When I turned around, Ian was sitting on the sofa, looking at me with a smile.

Galbraith thought for a moment and said, "What's next?"

Ian handed him a document. "From now on, you are the boss of Red Stone, a brilliant business genius. You don't need to be involved in the specific operations. Just let people know that Red Stone is a well-qualified arms company that holds a controlling stake in a pharmaceutical company with equally great potential. You need to gain Madoff's trust and get him to invest in your company. Then you must inform me of his movements. At the same time, you will also help Madoff secure sufficient loans...try to get Jewish investors in him. And then, when I need you, I will bankrupt Madoff."

Galbraith looked at the document and said, "The company is in San Francisco? I'm still on parole and can't leave Los Angeles."

Ian smiled and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry about it, you can go wherever you want. You don't have to work in the supermarket they arranged for you."

Galbraith put away the documents. "I also need a luxury car, a mansion, and $100,000 in cash for easier tipping... and ideally a celebrity girlfriend. She doesn't have to be famous, but she'd better have appeared in some movies and TV shows. Did you know that women are the best brand for men?"

Ian smiled. "No problem. You can take your pick at UTA."

He picked up the phone and said, "Marty, find me a girl at UTA who's a little famous, not the kind I've used before, but willing to sleep with for money."

On the other end of the line, Marty Bauer said in a low voice, "There aren't many things at UTA you haven't used."

Ian: "..."

He looked at Galbraith, who was laughing.

Ian said: "The company needs to grow bigger, and you need more outstanding actors."

Marty Bauer: "Can't keep up with you, Mr. Carl!"

"Fuck, Marty! Okay, someone on Olivia's level is fine too, if they want to. This part isn't forced."

He hung up the phone and said to Galbraith, "You can pick it yourself later."

Galbraith thought for a moment and smiled. "I heard you have some friends in the political world? Did you help them a lot in this midterm election?"

Ian was happy: "No problem, I can take you there, but I won't introduce you directly. You have to figure out the rest by yourself."

Galbraith nodded. "Of course. After all, I've never met you."

Ian smiled and said, "It's somewhat related. Your company will place a lot of advertisements on LANN, including inviting UTA stars like Scarlett, Jessica, Shawna, etc. We can get to know each other, but it's just an acquaintance... normal and ordinary business dealings."

Galbraith laughed and said, "You'd better find a few more companies. It's too obvious that all the profits are flowing to Cal Media. I don't want you to get into trouble. I have no one to take care of me in Davis Prison."

Ian nodded repeatedly: "I'll listen to you on this matter, you're the expert!"

Galbraith looked at himself in the mirror and said, "I suspect I'll be on your headlines by next year at the latest... Good times are few and far between, so I'll live it up."

(End of this chapter)