There are traitors and betrayers, but naturally, there are also patriots.
Or one could say that some people's interests are so deeply tied, they can't disembark from the ship.
The birthplace of financial games.
Freedom Lighthouse.
East Detroit.
Vera, with her delicate face adorned with shades, looked at the vast farmland around her.
"Vera, this deal is just too good to pass up."
The handsome white guy beside her marveled.
Apart from the two of them, a line of black cars was parked along the road, with suited bodyguards in sunglasses standing silently on each side, creating quite a spectacle.
"Yes, it's really profitable."
Vera nodded contentedly.
How could it not be profitable?
At market price, an acre of agricultural land in America is about 3,000 US dollars.
This farm spans around five thousand acres, which means its normal value is 15 million US dollars.
But Vera obtained it for just 10 million US dollars.
