When Jiang Hao agreed to go to Mexico with him, Johnson was delighted. He raised his beer bottle and clinked it against Jiang Hao's. "You're a very capable guy. I can tell."
"You're pretty capable too, daring to say you can guarantee my safety in Mexico." Jiang Hao smiled.
Heaven was too far away; the United States was too close.
Drugs, corruption, and violence—those were Mexico's truest face.
In Mexico, drug cartels wielded enormous power. The government did not dare provoke them, and neither did the police. If a politician stood up against the cartels and tried to crack down on drugs, that person—and even their family—would be found dead in the street the next day.
Why were the cartels so rampant? Because the profits were enormous. With the United States, the world's largest drug market, right next door, annual drug transactions exceeded 80 billion US Dollars. That was more than enough to support their own armed forces. Why would they fear government officials?
In truth, America's indulgence also had a great deal to do with it. A chaotic neighboring country better served the interests of the United States.
Johnson smiled. "I do business with those people. I also have a few friends there. You know who I mean."
"Your smuggling business is so huge. You don't deal in drugs?" Jiang Hao asked.
Johnson shook his head. "Every kind of business can make money. There's no need to stick your hand into everything. I don't like drugs, so I never touch them. Besides, you know, if you do other smuggling businesses well, they may not earn any less than drug trafficking."
Johnson smiled as he spoke.
Jiang Hao believed that. There were countless businesses in this world more profitable than selling drugs, such as finance, Internet Plus, electronics, health supplements,