Mobutu frowned as he looked at the two offers in front of him.

An order from EO, South Africa's largest military security company, is willing to help Zaire judge, only $40 million, of course, there is no guarantee of absolute success, but the fee is not refunded, and the words are full of high-profile people that Mobutu does not like, of course, people who are more high-profile than themselves.

EO is very famous in South Africa, and there are shadows of his existence in many countries, and the other party also wanted to come to Zaire to open a branch, but was rejected by Mobutu, he hated mercenaries as creatures entering his field of vision, but feng shui takes turns, and now, he has to rely on them to maintain his regime, which has to be said to be an irony.

Mobutu looked at another one.

There was a long list of them in English, and he could only understand a few of them, and the name was: "TheGatesofGod" translated, "God's Gate"!

This is a military security company registered in Cape Town, South Africa, with a registered capital of...

Hey?

Mobutu thought he had seen it wrong, but when he narrowed his eyes, he saw that the information read, $31 million!

This stream of snarky words is held in his mouth, but he doesn't know how to vent, he can't even say a simple groove, but this nostrils make a muffled sound, which seems to think of something, and his eyes flashed with a sudden realization, South Africa's registered capital is very messy, the real one is for reference only, whoever believes it is a big fool.

More than 30 million to invest in a security company, strictly speaking, if it is small-scale, it is completely enough, but if it is large-scale, it will be stretched, if you are a fan of European weapons, this expensive weapons and equipment is enough for you to eat a pot, but in Mobutu's opinion, what a mercenary company.

A few people, a few guns, a big drag, big pants and an occasional big horn, isn't this a mercenary?

Of course, what attracted him the most about this God's Gate was the other party's asking price, 38 million US dollars, which could ensure the safety of the upper echelons, and, if necessary, provide effective airdrop services, but not bombing services, which made Mobutu speculate that the other side had a small number of air troops.

This would have made it much less hassle for Mobutu to transport supplies to the front line.

The most important thing is that he has heard of EO's operational guidelines, where there are no helicopter gunships, they don't participate in the war, because they feel insecure, and their style is more fierce, and they often cause some scandals, but EO's background is too strong, and Mobutu has only heard that there are at least three African countries behind the other party, and it is still that kind of sovereign country.

When the time comes, this tail is stuck here in Zaire, and it can't be shaken off, and Mobutu will lead the tiger to the door.

At this point, he is still reluctant to give up Zaire, Somalia's Hassan army is still on the periphery, and it is still very early to catch him, if he runs away at this time, the family property that has been in business for decades will belong to someone else, for him, Zaire is surnamed Seko, not belongs to the people.

His full name is: Mobutu Sese Seko.

"Contact me about this Bill. Mr. Clemens. Mobutu suddenly felt like he had heard the name somewhere, but he didn't care, after all, it was a common name.

The secretary next to him answered, and just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Mobutu again.

"Give him a chance to come to Kinshasa, I want to meet him."

"Okay, do you have any other orders, sir?" The secretary asked.

Mobutu waved his hand, and the other party quickly left, leaving Mobutu alone in the room to ponder whether he could cut a little more at this price.

……

In order to make Mobutu feel the pressure, and in order to express his friendship with Hassan, Tang Dao sent 50 Degtyalev RPD machine guns to the front line, which is a light machine gun used for the fire point of the squad platoon, 650 rounds per minute, because it is a weapon produced in the 60s, the price is relatively cheap, according to the market price, this light machine gun is only about 3000 US dollars, which is very cheap, and it is also one of the more attractive weapons in Africa.

The shipment was sent to the front in two batches, and Hassan also held a thank-you party, as well as a press conference, of course, just for Miste to attend, and issued a statement saying that the Savior Company would assume its due social responsibility and oppose authoritarianism, which is a destruction of civilization, and the company began to dominate the headlines in an instant.

Many media began to pursue the name of the savior, so outside the gate of the base outside Mogadishu, you can often see reporters who want to interview, but they are all refused, Tang Dao will try his best to be the driving force behind the scenes, push Mister out, the company must learn to adapt to exposure, and when the Internet era comes, it will become no privacy at all, so Tang Dao is trying to make himself walk in front, and the company's website and publicity are all to adapt.

The PMC industry always carries a sense of mystery, the war gives them the right to hold violence, but many people think that this is a trampling on civilization and discrimination against this industry, but as the saying goes, it is not as good as your enemy, and began to take up the moral kidnapping as a weapon, hoping that you can learn from his kindness.

There is still a certain market for this language, Tang Dao plans to fix the image of the savior industry first, and create a personal design, which is conducive to future development, as for whether this real boss will be investigated? The investigation is done, in Africa, whether it is day or night, sooner or later it is he Tang someone who has the final say!

Smack!

Tang Dao sat on the sofa and lit a lighter, crossed Erlang's legs, looked at the flames with a fierce light, and looked at Mister standing by the window out of the corner of his eye, but his mood was obviously not very stable, as soon as his palm was closed, the lighter was pinched in the palm of his hand, and he put his feet down and supported his knees.

"What are you looking at?"

Mister turned his head and frowned, "There are too many reporters under the boss, and this will affect our work very much." ”

"That's all?" Tang Dao stood up, stretched his waist, and walked to the window, where he could see reporters fiddling with equipment not far away, and there were people with tents, planning to stay for a long time?

Tang Dao looked at this scene and paused for dozens of seconds before speaking, "How do you say we build a news building?" ”

“？？？” Miste was confused, he didn't quite understand what Tang Dao meant, he looked at the boss with a blank look, and listened to the other party continue, "I'm going to build a building in Mogadishu to house these news media people, you know, Somalia at night is cannibalistic, if we can provide them with a quiet and tranquil space, what do you say they will write about us in the media?" ”

I can't eat your food and scold your mother, there are such people, but there should be very few, but for the overall situation, there must be certain benefits, and Tang Dao also plans to run a newspaper, of course, this headquarters can't choose here, it must be in the United States, and when the time comes, try to make a voice in public opinion.

Of course, Tang Dao will not do that kind of loss-making business, people's hearts are sometimes the easiest, but sometimes they are also the most difficult.

At all times, if you want to get, you have to give first.

Although Mistre can't understand Tang Dao's approach, after all, the boss has said so, there must be a reason for him, and there is still a lot of open space inside the Mogadishu base, and they all plan to build another airstrip, and they are also ready to move some green quilts over to make this place a "warm" small family.