I bought a prison in the United States.

"Psychological evaluations also carry some weight at parole hearings, although not as much as formal assessments."

Lin Ge thought for a moment, "Then let's do a psychological evaluation first."

"Yes, I know a clinical psychologist in Tulsa."

Eleanor quickly found a suitable person from her network of relationships.

"She frequently takes on court-appointed appraisal cases; her prices are reasonable, and her reports are thorough. I'll arrange an appointment for you."

"Thank you for your help."

Eleanor placed the pencil on the table, making a soft click.

"Mr. Chen, there's something else I'd like to ask."

"What?"

"Your voice sounds different today."

"How are they different?"

There's something in your voice that... I'm not sure how to describe it.

"It's like the hoarseness you get after running a long distance, but it's not a problem with your vocal cords."

Lin Ge's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the receiver.

He recalled that moment on the rooftop, when he extended his consciousness outward, implanting his plea for help into the minds of everyone around him.

The feeling was like emitting an extremely long wave that exceeded the range of human hearing, with the vocal cords bearing a load they shouldn't have had to.

"Maybe I didn't sleep well last night," was the only explanation Lin Ge could offer.

Eleanor was just asking casually.

"See you on the 12th, don't be late."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Lin Ge also put down the receiver.

The rhythmic clanging of the presses could be heard from the factory in the distance; Craig and Randy had probably already begun their day's work.

Not all prisoners know what happened last night; some are carefree and slept soundly last night.

Many people even got up and saw the police cars parked outside, and learned from other people's conversations that Ghost Fang had killed Blue Snake the night before.

But no one was surprised. Some law-abiding people breathed a sigh of relief. The battle between the ghost snake and the demon snake had finally come to an end, and they could finally have some peace and quiet.

In prison, news travels fast, but some news often becomes something between fact and legend in the process of spreading.

Blue Snake's men watched as their leader's body was carried out, and not a single one of them shed a tear.

They didn't even have any intention of retaliating against "Three Dogs".

Whether it was them or the "three dogs," their expressions were unusually calm, as if they had already anticipated this day.

Today, they were all diligently working in the factory, tightening screws and operating sewing machines.

Losing two prisoners in a prison is not a big deal; people will always come and go, in whatever form.

Lin Ge took a new sheet of paper from the drawer and unscrewed the cap of his fountain pen.

He began writing letters.

This was not an official document addressed to the state corrections department.

That was a psychological evaluation recommendation letter for Jerome Washington.

The letter contained very little information.

Describe Jerome's behavior during his imprisonment.

Actions that assist management in handling emergencies.

And his cooperative attitude in his daily work.

At the end of the letter, he used a sentence structure commonly used by lawyers:

"I believe that conducting a comprehensive psychological evaluation of this person will help the parole board make a more accurate judgment."

He folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and wrote the name and address of the clinical psychologist Eleanor had given him on the envelope.

Then he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

My temples are still throbbing, and the soreness behind my eyes hasn't completely subsided.

He didn't know when this feeling would subside, but at least for the time being, he couldn't overuse his abilities.

Deep within Lingo's consciousness, in the area where emotions are stored, there still lingers a strange sense of emptiness from last night's release.

It's like an over-extracted reservoir, with the silt at the bottom exposed to the air, slowly drying and cracking.

But he had tasted the benefits, and the reverse mind control, even if it was only temporary, was still not to be underestimated.

Ringo's ambitions gradually grew. In this prison, he was no longer the man with only a dozen dollars left in his pocket, waiting for his fate to be judged.

He is now the master of this prison.

The fate of everyone in this prison, more or less, is related to his decisions!

It is both a burden and a power!

He opened his eyes.

The sunlight outside the window had moved to the edge of the desk, illuminating the completed letter of recommendation.

Lin Ge picked up the envelope, stood up, and walked out of the office.

In the hallway, Harmon was discussing today's staff schedule with Tommy.

Wade's need to rest for a while means that the other five players will have to share his shifts.

Tommy volunteered to work an extra night shift, and Harmon scribbled on the shift schedule, trying to distribute the workload as evenly as possible among everyone.

Seeing Ringo come out, Hamon looked up:

"Is the letter finished?"

"It's finished."

"Do you need me to have someone deliver it?"

"I'll take them myself. I'm going to the hospital anyway to see Wade and Jerome."

Hamon nodded. "Give them my regards."

Ringo walked out of the prison gates and headed for his pickup truck.

It was already October, and the sunlight shone on his face, carrying a dry warmth.

Fall in Oklahoma is different from fall in other places; there are no mountains of red leaves and cool breezes.

Here, there are only the gradually lengthening nights and the faint chill that appears at the beginning of the morning, foreshadowing the approaching winter.

He opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and placed the envelope on the passenger seat.

The radio turned on automatically, playing a local news report:

The city of Tulsa has announced that it will hold a hearing next month on the redevelopment of the old industrial area, where several real estate developers have already submitted their redevelopment proposals.

Real estate in old industrial areas?

When Lin Ge heard this news, he wouldn't have thought that this matter had anything to do with him in the past.

After all, he runs a prison and has no intention of venturing into real estate.

But during this period, he had an idea: Tulsa had many abandoned industries and farms, and land was very cheap.

If we can buy it, it will be very helpful for the future development of the prison system.

Ringo's vision has expanded beyond a small jail in McLean County.

He knew that the private prison industry would need to expand sooner or later to grow bigger and stronger.

This is a golden time, as the government is very generous in its subsidies to private prisons, and the start-up capital does not need to be too much.

McLean County is a very small county with a population of just over 20,000.

One prison that can hold a hundred or so people is enough; there is no need to expand it.

But Tulsa County is different. The county seat, Tulsa, has a population of more than 20,000, while the entire county has a population of 600,000.

A branch prison was set up here, which can accommodate more than a thousand people.

This is Ringo's next plan.