(Sorry, it’s over. I have a severe headache and didn’t get out of bed)

Sean visited the rooms at each level and was very dissatisfied in the end, "The good rooms are too bad, and the bad rooms are too good."

Henry Pope opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"The accommodation conditions definitely need to be improved. Of course, most of them will remain, but some rooms need to be improved."

As he walked, Sean talked about his idea, "We must choose the best prime location, hire French designers, and build the highest-grade prison. The elevator will directly enter the home, and the minimum apartment size must be 400 square meters."

"What kind of telephone, cable, satellite, everything that can be connected to him will be connected to him. There is a garden above the prison, a swimming pool inside the prison, and there is a British butler standing at the door."

"Wearing a wig, you are a very gentleman. As soon as the prisoner comes in, no matter what happens, he has to say: Mayl help you, sir?"

"You speak with an authentic Cockney accent, Beier has face!"

"If you build a nightclub in a prison, all the girls will have to be from Hollywood."

“You can get tens of thousands of dollars just by playing!”

"Build another private hospital, full of experts and famous doctors, and provide 24-hour consultation."

"Just one word, expensive!"

"Any shot you make is worth 18,000!"

"The prisoners around are either members of parliament or high-ranking officials and rich people."

"If you were so poisonous, you would be too embarrassed to say hello to anyone!"

Henry Pope and others were confused when they saw Sean scolding Fang Qiu. They looked at each other, Boss, this is crazy.

"How much does a prison like this cost per day?" Sean suddenly turned around and asked.

"Boss, this is the prison, where prisoners are kept!" Henry Pope's eyes were as big as brass bells.

"I know, what happened to the prison? Prisons should also have human rights, okay?" Sean said, patting Henry Pope on the shoulder, "Henry, you have to change your thinking. Now, this is a private prison.

, this is a business.”

"You have to study the hearts of prisoners. For the sake of money, people's freedom is lost, so why not spend the money?"

“Donate to the bank or the country?”

"You can't just go to jail here and let other men fuck your women and beat your children outside, right?"

"Pfft!" Henry Pope spat out, looking at Sean with strange eyes.

Although it is very subversive, I have to say that this reason cannot be refuted.

Perfect!

Is this a capitalist?

No wonder they are so rich!

His brain is fucking different from that of a normal person, no, a human being!

What a beast!

Sean turned to look at Jonas and Bill again, "If you are caught one day, will you be willing to spend money to live in such a prison?"

"Fake, why was I caught?" Jonas said through gritted teeth.

"I mean what if! What if! Damn it!"

"Okay, I'm definitely willing." Jonas spread his hands and said, "Even if it's expensive!"

"$100,000 a month?"

"This is too damn expensive!" Jonas looked at Sean with his mouth wide open.

"100,000 a month, only 1.2 million a year. Even if you are sentenced to 50 years, it's only 60 million. You won't survive 50 years."

"You won't live for 50 years!"

"Okay." Jonas really thought about it seriously and said after a while, "I'm still willing, but most prisoners can't afford it. I'm afraid there aren't that many rich prisoners!"

"What you are talking about is indeed a problem." Sean squinted his eyes, bit his fingers, and thought for a while before saying, "Immediately collect the information of all prisoners, and then conduct a property statistics."

"These are all consumers. The investigation must be in-depth and the needs of the prisoners themselves must also be taken into consideration!"

"Wait a minute, boss, you don't really want to do this, do you?" Henry Pope twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely, thinking that Sean was just joking.

"Nonsense, these are all prisoners!" Sean turned to glare at Henry, pointed at the prison building and said loudly: "Why the hell did I spend $180 million to buy them back?"

"Of course I want to squeeze every drop of oil out of them!"

"Otherwise, am I here to do charity?"

Henry Pope was left speechless.

"Also, do you think those prisoners are willing to spend so much money to live in such a prison?"

"Yes!" Henry Pope spread his hands.

"Then, is there any law that stipulates that prisons cannot provide better treatment to prisoners?" Sean asked again.

"No sir, I'm sure of it!" Henry nodded again.

"Look, the law allows it, I am willing to build it, and the prisoners are willing to spend money. There is no problem for all three parties, so why should there be any hesitation?"

"Okay, now, I think you're right." Henry nodded again.

"Of course, I will think about it carefully. It is best to unite this type of prison together to facilitate management." Sean rubbed his chin and thought for a while before saying: "Well, ordinary prisons also need to have a model room, otherwise

, those guys may not be willing to honestly take out the money in their pockets."

Bill and Jonas looked at each other, Sean was really getting more and more stupid.

This matter has been settled, and Sean still needs to check on the food problem.

As the saying goes, basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation, even a tough person must eat, right? This matter is related to many subsequent measures.

When the meals were served, they were generally divided into two categories. One was for ordinary prisoners, and the other was for those who were willing to spend money. However, due to the limitations of the prison conditions, there were not many varieties.

Taking a spoon and tasting the ordinary one first, Sean frowned slightly. It was not delicious. Of course, it was not unpalatable, and the fruits were all normal.

When he tasted the custom-made one that he spent money on, Sean shook his head again. It was just so-so and not really delicious.

Putting down the spoon, Sean said aloud: "This won't work."

"What?" Henry Pope asked aloud.

"In the future, food will be divided into three grades." Sean raised a finger and said: "The first grade is nutritious meal, the second grade is this ordinary meal, and the third grade is the customized version."

"Nutritious meals? Give nutritious meals to prisoners?" Henry was a little surprised. How could the boss be so kind?

"Of course, prisoners are human beings too, and their rights and interests must be protected. For their health, they must eat nutritious meals!"

"Wait a minute, what does nutritious meal mean?" Jonas' intuition told him that there was something going on here!

"The kind that athletes eat, NBA athletes, generally means a small amount of carbohydrates, less salt, less oil, less sugar, white water chicken breast, white buffalo beef, etc." Sean said seriously.

"Shit!" Bill exclaimed with a look of astonishment on his face, "Is that what NBA players eat? Is that okay?"

"Ahem, it tastes bad, but it's healthy!" Sean coughed lightly and said.

"Damn your health, that thing tastes terrible!"

"What do you call this? Why is it so unpalatable? Health is the most important thing. Long-term consumption of foods with excessive oil content can easily cause obesity. Long-term consumption of videos with excessive sugar content can easily cause cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, which can be life-threatening!

"

"I am also thinking about the health of the prisoners!"

You are just picking!

Several people rolled their eyes.

"Now the work of prisoners in the prison needs to be changed. The work intensity is too low. They all still have time to make a fuss and play ball. Are you kidding me? This is a prison!" Sean snorted coldly.

"Looking back, I will rearrange my work. The work intensity and time must be increased."

"Isn't it illegal to increase the intensity and time of work?" Henry Pope said with some uncertainty.

"How can it be illegal? They did it voluntarily, and we won't force anything!" Sean's mouth curled up.

"How can you do it voluntarily!?" Henry spread his hands, looking in disbelief.

"How is it impossible!"

Sean is very familiar with this experience.

Decades later, some large factories will cause considerable social repercussions due to employees' "voluntary" overtime work, and the final result will be...

Go home and work overtime, don't work overtime at the company. Don't you pay for the company's electricity bill?

It seems like the company is forcing you.

Obviously you voluntarily worked overtime for the task, what does it have to do with the company?

"Those who work hard will eat normal meals and live in normal cells. Those who work more will be fed well and housed well. This is called distribution according to work!"

"For those guys who are unwilling to make progress, are lazy, cheat, and can't complete their tasks, we will not force them. We will carefully study the legal regulations and provide them with the worst prison cells within the scope of the regulations.
To be continued...