Alberto, sitting at the desk crunching numbers, had a cigarette dangling from his lips. Smoke swirled around him to the point he could barely keep his eyes open.
In fact, the profits that Lezhu Company made from high-interest loans were nowhere near the profits from selling smuggled liquor in bars, but the latter business had the advantage of stability.
No one knew what the future would hold, so retaining this type of industry was actually a way to increase risk resistance.
Even if one day they could no longer sell liquor, at least they could still make high-interest loans, right?
There were two other employees at the desk, both with proper accounting backgrounds.
Working for a financial company that gave out high-interest loans might not sound very respectable, but the pay was definitely good, not to mention the job was quite leisurely.
No one was forcing them to cook the books or take the fall and end up in jail.
