Getting the idle factory to start up again isn't really a big deal, a lot of small and big bosses will embezzle some parts from the drug factory to sell, but now that the drug market is compressed, McCarthy can get it running because he has the skills.
But once something is decided, he cannot stop it.
West Fire Grass frowned, his face gradually turning ugly.
"Trouble."
McCarthy leaned forward.
"You are omnipotent, is there... any other way?"
West Fire Grass looked at West Fire Grass several times, hesitated to speak, and remained silent.
Seeing there is hope, McCarthy hurriedly urged.
"Just say it, Ricardo can handle the biggest troubles, he's one of the four ministers in Havana, no need to fear the sky falling."
As if annoyed by the urging, West Fire Grass thought long and hard before finally making up his mind, lowering his voice.
"I do have a way to make money, and big money, absolutely legal, more than ten times what you used to earn from selling drugs."
