If the project succeeds, their shares could convert into equity in a publicly listed private prison company, which would mean even more profits—easily several times what they earn now.
Domo, ah.
At the end of the conversation, the old father let out a deep sigh.
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It's afternoon in America; in Hua Country, it's just morning.
Cao Yueyue was woken up by her mom. No matter how much of a "President Cao" she might be at work, at home she's just Xiao Cao. Sleeping in even a little makes her fair game for criticism.
"Get up, it's already almost eight o'clock! If you don't get up now, be careful your boss fires you!"
Her mom flipped on the bedroom light as Xiao Cao shifted under the covers, pulling the blanket over her head and muttering her explanation.
"Mom, relax. If he fires someone, it's not gonna be me. I don't need to go in early today; I'm on the late shift."
