Chapter 18 Organizational Plan!

Chapter 18 Organizational Plan!

"New Hope Company?"

Dragan looked at Casare's back, turned to ask his younger brother, "Have you heard of this organization?"

The latter was also confused.

They would never have imagined that this was actually a small group that had just developed.

However, who knows how many gangs there are in Mexico. Even if there are three or five of you, you can charge protection fees even with a machete.

Countless gangs are formed and destroyed every day.

But to be able to engage in the arms business, it seems that this new generation of Mexicans must be capable.

He certainly wouldn't have thought there were just a few birdmen.

Dragan took a deep look at his "cousin" and said that if this gang doesn't do well in the future, he will join him.

"Let's go get the goods and sweep two streets tonight!"

Here, Casare took the money and did not return to the prison. Instead, he drove to a small village called "Belguedes", about 10 kilometers away from the plateau prison, in a suburb with few people.

This place was originally a plantation, but it was affected by the "Camarena" incident and was directly destroyed by the military. The young and middle-aged people went out to "start their own business", and only some old people were left behind.

As for the kids…

Have you ever heard of the Mexican Child Death Squadron?

Many drug trafficking organizations will traffic children, stuff some goods into the children's bodies by any means, and then transport them to orphanages in the United States.

Drug trafficking organizations have cooperative relationships with these welfare homes.

As for those kids…

Maybe his organs were trafficked, maybe he escaped and became a homeless person, who knows?

In 2014, while investigating an illegal body trade case, FBI agents discovered 10 tons of human remains at the Biological Resource Center (BRC) in Arizona, USA!

It is said to have a lot to do with the "human smuggling" between the United States and Mexico.

My child, living in this kind of country is a pain.

But this kind of place is just right for Victor. Mexico City is too chaotic, and it's too far from the prison. There are many informants, and anyone who doesn't follow the rules will be easily punished.

Will the young people in the village come back if they go out?

Mexicans do not have the habit of "doing Qingming".

I went to the village chief and rented a room at the entrance of the village for 60 pesos with its own yard.

Casare drove the car to the door, and when he got out of the car, he didn't even take out the key. There are few people stealing cars here, but if there is an emergency, he can get in the car and run away.

Jump, jump, jump, jump!

He knocked on the door rhythmically, and after a while, he saw a crack in the wooden door. When he saw it was Casare, Victor opened the door and let him in.

"How's it going? Is the transaction going well?"

"It went very smoothly. I raised the unit price of the goods, saying that the freight and selling prices also increased. Although Dragan was not happy, there was nothing he could do." Casare handed him the money, "The total is 12,400 US dollars. You count.”

"What's the point of our relationship?" Victor stuffed it into his pocket casually. Not to mention, Casare just did this. At least he felt respected.

"When the time comes, you will keep track of how much you have sold, and you will receive dividends once a month."

Casare nodded, "There's no rush."

The two walked into the house. There were three rooms inside, and the air was still filled with a musty smell.

"What's the use of renting this? It's very dilapidated."

Victor took out a cigarette and handed him one, "Those who engage in gray business must know how to leave a path for themselves. This is just one of our strongholds. You and Holder can rent a few more in the suburbs near Mexico City. From now on, we will go to the location we choose to trade arms.”

"I don't believe in the moral bottom line of Mexican drug traffickers at all."

If someone still fucks him in his own territory, then he has no future and deserves not to make a fortune.

When Casare heard what he said, he nodded with deep sympathy and expressed his agreement. Mexico has too much black food and is extremely insecure.

Why is "The Godfather" Gallardo so famous?

He tied the beasts together and taught them to sit on chairs and dine in a civilized manner. Ironically, at that time, Mexico's internal security index was the highest in forty years.

Because there are only the Gulf Cartel and the Guadalajara Group, the two parties can be regarded as "peacefully coexisting" with the comfort of their respective bosses.

But as soon as the godfather was imprisoned, 117 shootings occurred that day in Culiacan, the capital of Sinaloa, involving thousands of people.

The beasts are unleashed and the rules are gone.

"What about the thing I asked you to check?"

"I really couldn't find out Webster's wife. He was too well guarded, but he had three mistresses. One of them was a female guard in the prison who was responsible for the female prisoners. They gave birth to a boy who went to high school in a boarding school. , and I heard that this female prison guard had evidence that Webster had taken bribes. This is what I heard from others at the time.”

This guy is also good at intelligence.

"Are you going to take revenge on him?" Casare asked.

"Can you get that evidence?"

Seeing how proactive he was, Victor was a little curious.

"I met a female drug dealer in the women's prison. She was quite ruthless and worked with the Casello family outside. After I met her a few times, I learned that she had a son, and she hoped that his son could study abroad."

"You want us to send her son abroad?" Victor thought he was joking. Don't you know how expensive it is to spend abroad?

With your current income, you are still engaged in knitting.

Casare lowered his voice, "Mexico is only a few kilometers away from the Guatemalan border, so it should be considered a foreign country."

Fuck!

Are you playing word games here?

Victor looked at him strangely, "You change so quickly, you thought I was cruel before."

Casare was silent for a while, then smiled, "I bought my mother a new sewing machine with the $600 from the first order. She was very happy. I took them to a big meal. Although it only cost me $30, looking at their smiles, I knew what I should ask for."

He has experienced the taste of money.

Just like a shark that smells blood, will it open its mouth?

Victor nodded and thought for a while, "After the Day of the Dead, send your mother and your brothers and sisters to the United States. At that time, I will pay for their living expenses and study needs."

It's too dangerous in Mexico.

Casare was startled and said quickly, "I can pay..."

"You are my brother, your mother is my mother, your brothers and sisters are my brothers and sisters, don't fight with me for this little money." Victor put his hands on his shoulders and said.

Casare was almost moved by these words. Maybe because of long-term social reasons, Mexicans are very selfish and like to take the biggest share in business.

Just like a drug cartel with a turnover of hundreds of millions or billions a year, but the gunmen, transporters, and planters below don’t get much money at all. Didn’t Los Zetas break away from the Gulf Cartel because of uneven distribution?

Victor’s notebook also wrote the development path of “his own career”. The gray industry will do business in Mexico first, and the United States, Guatemala, and El Salvador next to it will not be taken care of. He doesn’t need so many employees.

When there are more people, he will open a “company”.

He plans to create a “love funding union” in the “company”, and take out a certain amount of turnover as a fund every month to provide life assistance to employees who join the company.

For example, to fund their children’s studies and help the elderly with their retirement. If the employees are willing, they can also donate according to their wishes, and the money will be used to improve the lives of employees.

He even thought about buying insurance for employees so that they can enjoy legal “work” benefits.

By then, after public opinion propaganda, the “company” will become a charity.

The Mexican police didn't say that you can't start a business.

This path was later tried by many Mexican drug lords, but it was not ideal. After all, the expenses were too high. Los Zetas alone later had 120,000 people. You would feel overwhelmed if you paid everyone's salary.

If you give them insurance, they will resist when the police arrest you. If you give them a gold, oh, you will become a separatist warlord tomorrow.

But, after all, this is just imagination.

After all, the boss has to care about the mood of the partners.

Building a few welfare institutions is already the best social expenditure.

Of course, this is only on the premise of making money. If you don't make money, who the hell will do it?

"Work hard, don't you want to immigrate to the United States? This is not a dream." Victor painted a big pie for him. When your arms business is on the table, you don't want to immigrate to the United States.

Back to business, Victor thought for a while, "Then agree to her, but people like her should see the benefits first. Send $1,000 to her son, and then ask him to write a letter to the prison. As long as the female prisoner finds evidence from the prison guard, I will give her an additional $2,000 and send her son to study abroad."

"But Webster will definitely ask her about this matter, and she may give you up." Victor said.

"She is a tight-lipped person."

Victor squinted his eyes and smoked, and no one knew what he was thinking.