I'm building Gundams in America

As the economic and cultural center of the American Northwest, Seattle ranks fourth in the nation for police salaries, with an average annual salary of approximately $9 per officer.

That is, an average of 7500 yuan per month.

However, this is the average for police officers. Compared to patrol officers who are on the streets and could be shot at any time, and police officers who investigate murders and other criminal cases every day, prison guards are much safer.

King County Correctional Center is a minor offender prison, mainly housing juvenile offenders and those serving sentences of less than one year. Its security level is among the highest in the prison system.

For this reason, the income of these prison guards at King County Correctional Center is much lower than that of police officers in other departments.

The median annual salary is only between $38000 and $53000.

On average, it costs three to four thousand yuan per month.

Even a captain like Robert only earns $60000 a year.

On average, it costs more than five thousand yuan per month.

For these prison guards, their income is completely insufficient to make ends meet.

This is why Robert took out loans to invest.

Unfortunately, this investment not only failed to help him turn his life around and become a wealthy man with no worries about food and clothing, but instead trapped him so tightly that he almost could never recover.

It was because several prison guards had various problems with money in their lives that they started to collect dirty money in the prison and began to generate income from prisoners.

Upon hearing Wayne accurately pinpoint each person's vulnerabilities, the guards were all stunned, hardly believing their ears. As prison guards, they naturally understood how dangerous it was to have a prisoner accurately describe their personal condition.

Almost every year there are cases of prisoners who, after being released from prison, seek revenge against police officers or prison guards.

There were quite a few judges who were killed.

This is also a major characteristic of the United States.

What Wayne said sent chills down the spines of the four of them!

"Damn it...where the hell did you find out all this...?"

Robert stared intently at Wayne, as if he were looking at the most dangerous prisoner he had ever encountered in his police career.

In that instant, he even considered shooting Wayne dead on the spot in his office.

This kind of person is just too damn dangerous...

But in the next instant, his thoughts changed completely.

Because the prisoner in front of him reached into his pocket and casually tossed him something.

That was something Robert recognized very well and liked very much.

A roll of fucking money.

He almost instinctively took the roll of banknotes, and instantly realized that it was a full $1000. He swallowed hard, and his whole body calmed down.

Staring at the portrait on the US dollar bill, he said:

"Damn, look at this great man, Benjamin Franklin... I really like him, you know, he has always been the greatest man in my heart..."

"We must respect and cherish American history, which is something that so many people lack right now..."

As he spoke, he opened the drawer of his desk and put the roll of banknotes inside.

Prison guard Anderson said:

"But Robert, what this kid said is really..."

Before he could finish speaking, he immediately saw Wayne throw out a dark shadow at him as well.

Anderson quickly caught it and discovered that it was also a roll of banknotes.

On the $1000 bill, Benjamin Franklin looked exceptionally kind and approachable, clearly a great man. Anderson finally uttered the second half of his sentence:

"...What this kid said is truly... truly appalling..."

Immediately afterwards, Bob, Sean, and Warren, the three prison guards, all saw a roll of banknotes flying toward them.

He quickly reached out and took it, his previously solemn expression melting away like ice.

Wayne's actions were extremely disrespectful, even reminiscent of throwing bones to a dog.

He sat in the chair rather lazily from beginning to end, even making his handcuffs clang as he tossed out banknotes.

None of the prison guards present had time to consider these things.

All they had in their eyes was that roll of banknotes.

He gave so much.

$1000 in cash is roughly a quarter to a fifth of a person's monthly income.

It can help them solve many of their immediate major problems.

You should know that although the prisoners would usually make offerings, they were lucky if they gave thirty or fifty each time.

In places like Lyon, where someone can book a 20-minute session for 2,000 yuan, it takes more than a dozen prison guards to share the cost.

Each person received only a pitiful hundred or so yuan.

That's already a lot.

The fact that he received $1000 in cash at once left all five people present completely stunned.

Robert also sat up straight, his expression becoming much more serious, and said to Wayne:

"Ahem, Mr. Wayne, you know we are all law-abiding citizens, and you are a respectable person, but anything you want to do needs to be within the framework of laws and regulations..."

"Bob! Damn it, unlock this gentleman's handcuffs! How can you treat a gentleman like this!"

Bob quickly stepped forward and helped Wayne remove the handcuffs.

He had already received $500, and now he had collected a total of $1500 from Wayne. At this moment, he felt that the prisoner Wayne in front of him was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye. However, Robert's worries were not unreasonable.

With Wayne being so generous, his demands must be quite substantial.

It could very well involve the life or death of a prisoner in jail.

If that's the case, you'll have to pay extra.

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Of course, Captain Robert, I understand. You and your team are the backbone of America, the founders of America's greatness again, but..."

Wayne sighed, a hint of resentment showing on his face, and shook his head, saying:

"This is what hurts me the most... You love America, but does America love you?"

Upon hearing this, the prison guards present were all taken aback, and then their expressions turned somber.

If it weren't for the pressures of life, who wouldn't want to work peacefully and not do those underhanded things?

But if they didn't engage in those private deals, they might not even be able to survive, let alone have their current jobs.

This is a paradox.

As a patriot of America, if you want to love this country better, you must first hurt it.

Wayne continued:

"Captain Robert, take you for example. You invested your money in Trump coins because of your love for this country and your love for the president. But how has the president rewarded you? How has this country rewarded you?"

Robert took a deep breath and slowly nodded.

By this time, he was deeply trapped in the cryptocurrency issued by the president, and even had to pay loan interest, enduring daily regret and torment.

Wayne's words resonated with his own thoughts.

Yes, I didn't take out a loan to buy cryptocurrency to make money. I did it for this country, to make America great again. But how the hell has this country repaid me?

I'm struggling on the verge of bankruptcy!

Wayne then looked at Warren, the prison guard beside him, and continued:

"And Officer Warren, as a veteran, your father dedicated his youth and a leg to this country on the battlefield in Iraq. What did this country give him in return?"

Warren murmured:

"That damn medical bill..."

Bob, who was standing nearby, nodded and said:

"Yeah, buddy, you're right. This country even tolerates my ex-wife robbing me... She used my money to buy her new boyfriend a fucking Tesla..."

"And me..." Sean took a deep breath, his eyes already slightly red. "Guys, you know what? Last month I went to visit my little angel, Leila, my daughter... and then I discovered that her teacher was guiding her to change her gender identity..."

"My God, can you imagine? My precious daughter suddenly told me that she should actually be a boy! She's only eight years old!" Everyone present, including Wayne, cast sympathetic glances at Sean.

Prison guard Anderson walked over, patted Sean on the shoulder, and said:

"Hey bro, I think you should give her some proper guidance... What did your ex-wife say?"

Sean shook his head and said with a helpless expression:

"Don't even mention it. She said it's her daughter's freedom, and as parents, we can't interfere with our children's free will..."

Wayne shrugged, calmly looked at everyone, and then said:

"Gentlemen, I think we have reached a consensus: it is this country that has let you down, not you who have let it down."

Everyone present nodded subconsciously, agreeing with Wayne's statement.

Robert said in a low voice:

"Damn it... Mr. Wayne, what the hell are you, some kind of succubus crawled out of hell? To be honest, I'm starting to admire you... So what exactly do you need me to do?"

Wayne said gently:

"It's simple, officers, I just want your respect."

The five prison guards present were prepared for the difficult questions Wayne might pose, such as putting certain prisoners in solitary confinement for a month, or creating an opportunity for him to kill a prisoner.

But Wayne hadn't expected that he was simply asking for respect.

That's it?

Robert was stunned:

"Is that all?"

Wayne nodded:

"That's all."

Robert breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"Yes, Mr. Wayne, please rest assured that you will not face any restrictions within our managed prison area. You will not be assigned to forced labor, nor will you be subject to any study or curfew regulations..."

"If you like, you can go to the duty room in the evening to surf the internet for a while, watch TV for a while... or even play some indoor golf... Bob will arrange it for you."

The other party's request was so simple that Robert felt a little uneasy.

But then I stopped thinking about it.

After all, that thousand dollars was real.

The other party might just be a rich tycoon.

It's like those YouTube influencers giving huge tips to restaurant servers, except here the setting is a prison.

You pay, I provide the service; the higher the fee, the higher the service quality.

This is just a good business opportunity.

Wayne then asked, seemingly casually:

"By the way, has anyone in the prison administration inquired about my situation?"

Your skill, Bard Performance, has been improved (Specialization 3% + 1%).

[Experience Points +1]

[You seem to have successfully brainwashed these enforcers of the Dark Court, gaining a superficial friendship.]

[Experience Points +1]