Alvin swept his gaze authoritatively across the room, only to realize he couldn't find a single suitable person to oversee this major project...
The best candidate was Raymond, but the old guy was currently on Nidavellir, haggling with Star-Lord's cheap-ass dad.
Compared to the massive deal involving the Dark Aster, a few billion in weapons barely counted as anything.
The only thing Alvin needed to do now was grab those weapons before the politicians figured out what he was up to. Otherwise, there might be a few complications.
Looking at Bruto and Yad as if they were piles of dog shit, Alvin said, "You idiots are no help at all...
"You two pool your money and find some professionals to assess the place in Peru.
"Figure out what can be grown where without doing too much damage to the environment or affecting the local residents...
"Once we get the land, we'll start hiring people to farm it...
"Then you can invest in building factories: fruit-processing plants, distilleries, saltworks...
"Everything that can turn a profit is fair game for you to invest in, except salt and liquor. I'll be the one buying those."
The two crime bosses, Bruto and Yad, stared at him in surprise, then nodded furiously...
This was the first time Alvin had given them a clear task. To them, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
At last, they had an industry that would tie them to Alvin. How could they let an opportunity like this slip by?
Besides, this was legitimate business. It had a future, something they could pass down...
Bruto flashed his mouthful of gold teeth and thumped his chest. "Principal Alvin, whatever you say goes!
"I can't believe I actually feel like I'm about to become a savior!
"Those poor bastards in Peru are in for