PRI Chapter 10: That's All White Bills!

For Lind, the most difficult task in the system missions was earning 500,000 dollars in 30 days.

Border Prison currently had no production lines, so it couldn't make profits through prisoner labor.

Its geographical location also didn't support outsourcing prisoners to plantations for work.

So after thinking it over, Lind felt he still needed to fleece some money from the government.

Like the Y2K bug, for instance.

He remembered that CCA had used this method to swindle quite a bit of money from the government.

The specific implementation plan was to use the company payroll system and the Y2K bug to increase prisoner wages, then pocket the money after the government settled the payments.

What if the government discovered it and demanded repayment?

Sorry, the wages had already been paid to the prisoners. Go ask the prisoners for it.

In fact, until Lind's transmigration, the Federal Bureau of Prisons still hadn't recovered this bad debt from CCA.

However, CCA dared to do this because they had strong backing and connections above.

Lind's Border Prison was small-scale and couldn't dare to do too much.

Getting 100,000 dollars first would be enough.

For the remaining 400,000 dollars, Lind planned to immediately request operational management fees from the government after the state Department of Corrections finished its inspection.

For private prisons, the contracts signed by the American government were quite generous.

For example, one bed guarantee clause promised that even if the prison wasn't full, the government would still pay fees based on 90% of the designed bed capacity.

That is to say, Border Prison had a designed capacity of 300 people, so the government would pay subsidies based on 270 people.

Lind calculated that if they were all minor criminals, it would be 340,000 dollars per month.

This matter had been in ongoing negotiations and consultations with the government, but due to Old Edward's sudden death, it had been temporarily shelved.

Now Lind picked it up again, planning to first cry poor to the government and have them release one month's subsidy.

The two payments together would total 440,000 dollars.

"If only they were all serious criminals," Lind muttered.

If calculated based on subsidies for 270 serious criminals, Lind could get over 700,000 dollars in subsidies from the government per month.

"And illegal immigrants."

Lind was very envious of the business of detaining illegal immigrants, because the federal government offered 200 dollars per day subsidy for each illegal immigrant!

GEO Group had made crazy money from this business.

Unfortunately, the prison didn't have an immigration detention center, so he couldn't do this business yet.

Besides these two government subsidies, operating prisons had many other generous terms.

For instance, when private prisons closed due to poor management, the government had to unconditionally buy back prison assets according to contract.

For example, private prisons using prisoners for production activities didn't need to pay federal consumption tax on their products.

This was tax exemption!

In America, what did tax exemption mean? Those who understood, understood.

Only death and taxes were unavoidable, but at prisons this became: only death was unavoidable.

This was damn near pure profit!

When Lind thought about how these prisoners acted like masters, staying in their cells all day doing nothing, he immediately beat his chest in distress.

That was all white bills!

Thinking of this, Lind immediately stood up, planning to follow the guards to search the cells.

"Must speed up prison reorganization, can't delay making money!"

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A three-foot wall separated the bathroom from the changing room.

As soon as James entered, he had all prisoners line up against the changing room wall.

But there were always disobedient ones.

"Why should I, officer? I want to stand in front," a Mexican man lazily raised his hand to protest.

"Shut up. I'll count to three, get in line!"

James didn't acknowledge his demand.

With years of experience, he knew these prisoners were just deliberately causing trouble. If he dealt with one, he wouldn't have peace afterward.

However, the prisoners still weren't behaving, grinning and raising their hands repeatedly.

"Three!"

"Officer, can we masturbate in the bathroom?"

"Two!"

"Officer, can someone help me wash?"

"One!"

"Officer, what if I need to use the toilet?"

James stepped forward, knocked down the most talkative prisoner with one punch, then handcuffed him to the door handle.

"Looks like you don't want to shower today."

"Officer, you're going too far," Casas spoke up. "He was just saying a few words."

A bunch of people chimed in.

"Yeah, I'm going to report you for beating prisoners!"

"I'm going to complain to the deputy warden!"

"This is violating our human rights!"

"All of you shut up!"

James roared, making nearby prisoners cover their ears.

"Violating human rights? How do you think you got in here?"

"Outside, you were all just bugs that everyone wanted to squash!"

"Only here, by following the rules here, do you have a chance to become human again!"

"So I don't care what status you had outside prison. Here you must learn to obey! If you don't listen, then I'll use my baton to teach you what rules are!"

James raised his baton.

Immediately, Carter and other guards also raised their batons.

Seeing the guards were serious, the prisoners could only back down.

Since they couldn't get any advantage from this bull-strong new supervisor, there was no need to make trouble for themselves.

Afterward, each prisoner took a set of underwear, a pair of socks, a pair of slippers, and a T-shirt, and lined up at the bathroom door.

Border Prison currently had no female prisoners, so a group of grown men didn't need to avoid anything.

James stood at the bathroom door, demonstrating to other guards how pre-shower inspections should be done.

"Use one finger to lift your little brother, turn around, squat down, and cough a few times!"

The prisoner in front was stunned, "What?"

The prison had never had this procedure before.

"Do it!" James was serious and stern-faced.

"Okay, okay." The prisoner didn't dare refuse and directly turned around, squatted, held himself, and coughed.

Nothing unusual. James also checked the prisoner's clothes and shoes thoroughly.

Only after completing all checks did he let the person pass.

"Remember, prisoners are cunning and will hide things in their assholes, like marijuana, or cigarettes, even contraband drugs, so you must check carefully!"

"Understood." Carter, standing behind James, answered decisively, then looked eagerly at the next prisoner.

James patted his shoulder, signaling him to try.

"Turn around, hold yourself, cough!"

"Wrong. It's turn around, bend over, hold yourself, cough!"

"Yes!"

At the same time, in the prison block.

All cell doors were open. Lind stood in the center of the corridor, saying to Cohen, Andy, and two other guards, "Quick battle! Search everything in the cells! Don't miss any corner!"

"Yes!" Cohen and Andy nodded, each leading a guard to rush into cells and search quickly.

Their movements were rough but thorough.

James had already told them all the places to search.

Pillows, clothes, blankets, lockers, toothpaste, books, posters on walls, etc. All places that could possibly hide things couldn't be missed.

After these things were turned over, they were piled all over the floor.

Lind watched them search cell by cell without urging, waiting patiently.

But soon, Cohen ran up to him and shouted, "Warden, we found contraband blades in Casas's locker!"

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