Profiteer!

A living traitor!

This is the idea of Zhang Xiyuan and the two, this bullshit ABC package, full of two words: "squeeze dry", maybe you will make a small profit, but he will definitely not lose, the most convincing thing for the two people is that this looks "atmospheric".

What helicopters, bullets, guns, artillery ...

But carefully scrutinized, not to be honest, not practical, is the price of almost I am afraid that few PMC companies dare to spend so lavishly, as far as their basalt current company account is only three million US dollars, these are still loans, the company is developing at a high speed, to pay wages, so as not to get the time to get the money, as the boss, by others armed salary.

Tang Dao also understood their eyes, and after a pause, he smiled and took the "menu" back.

"Of course, I know that this price may be a little insufficient, but the profit itself is small, if there is no money, the bank in my name can still provide a business loan, this matter, tomorrow at the meeting, Mister, is dinner ready?"

"It's done." Mister smiled and nodded, his smile became more and more like a profiteer, and said to Zhang Xiyuan and the two, "Both, the conditions in Somalia are limited, and we can only eat in the canteen." ”

"It's okay, it's okay." The two shook their hands.

"Please." Tang Dao stood up, took them, and the group went to the cafeteria with a smile.

The staff of this canteen has also expanded, the chef is Lao Chen, and his black godson is a helper, and he also earns 400 US dollars a month! There are also 7 chefs, with all kinds of chefs, so when Zhang Xiyuan and others see what mapo tofu, chili crab, boiling mutton, etc., they are very kind.

"Mr. Tang, do you still have a Sichuan chef in your company?"

"We seem to have a few employees who are from Sichuan, right?" Tang Dao looked at Mister, who nodded, "There are three yes." ”

Tang Dao smiled and said, "These three guys are used to eating hometown food, so we found a Sichuan chef, this food has to be eaten well, otherwise, the brothers are not happy, wouldn't it be a dereliction of duty for me to be the boss?" Hahahaha. ”

Sure enough, it's a big dog!

Zhang Xiyuan felt extremely bitter in his mouth, so the three employees found a Sichuan chef, and he asked in a low voice, "How much does it cost this month?" ”

"In the canteen, the cost is about 80,000 US dollars a month, we also have a small bar, and everyone has a quota of drinks a month, about 200,000 US dollars, of course, whether it is a canteen or a bar, if you want to eat well, then add extra money, basically we have three dishes and one soup." Tang Dao said casually, as if thinking of something, and said to the little angel, "Go to the bar and get a bottle of brandy." ”

"No, no." Wu Changsong shook his head, "Don't drink anymore." ”

"You guys finally came to Mogadishu once, this time to catch the wind and wash the dust, let's eat casually, tomorrow night the food is good, I asked someone from Australia to enter the splendid lobster, all of them are more than 80 centimeters, used to entertain guests, hahaha."

Tang Dao also gestured, if this was said from other people's mouths, it might be a show-off, but why did Zhang Xiyuan become more and more envious the more he listened.

This savior company has lived, and the employees are almost better than the middle class, this soft power, no wonder people have a good reputation in the mercenary industry, and the welfare treatment determines the attitude of employees towards the company.

A few people laughed, Bai Lan fell into his stomach and was drunk, Zhang Xiyuan and others let the bodyguards help him go to the dormitory, Tang Dao also burped, and was about to stand up while holding the table, and his feet swayed, almost weak, and Mister and the little angel next to him hurriedly supported him.

"Boss?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not good at drinking." Tang Dao blushed and quipped, "But I can't walk with my head upside down yet." As he spoke, he was about to walk, when he saw the chef Lao Chen just walked out, and the little black baby followed behind, and when he saw the two of them, Tang Dao smiled and gave them a thumbs up, praising the dishes for doing well, and the little angel and Mistre smiled helplessly.

The boss drinks a lot, and he talks a lot.

"Boss, I have something to tell you." Lao Chen said with embarrassment on his face, and touched the little black baby's head, "This kid wants him to go to school, and he has been messing around in the back kitchen with me, and he has no future." ”

"Yes, it's good to study at this age, but the conditions in Somalia are not good, where do you want to go? France? Germany? United States? Tang Dao bent down and said to the little black baby, who looked at Lao Chen and stiffened his neck, "I want to be a mercenary!" ”

"Huh?" Tang Dao was stunned, Lao Chen was also stunned, and when he reacted, he scolded his mother, "Damn, bitch, you are a fart mercenary, you can take a shuttle bullet without saying a word, Lao Tzu will treat you as a hero." ”

"I'm going to make a lot of money."

Lao Chen was angry and was about to beat him, but was stopped by Tang Dao, he looked at the little black baby's eyes, hiding stubbornness, "Are you very short of money?" ”

The little black baby lowered her head and didn't speak, this silence made Lao Chen want to take off his shoes and call him in the face.

"If you don't have a degree, you can't be a mercenary."

"Do mercenaries still need academic qualifications? I'm going to be a ...... like Mr. Mister," said the little black baby, holding up her hand.

Mist interjected, interrupted, and said coolly, "Mist is a law student at the University of Pennsylvania, and I'm getting ready for a Ph.D. ”

Belch...

Tang Dao also looked at him in surprise, hiding so deeply? This Penn law school is ranked seventh in the United States, and he is still a top student? No wonder the nickname "Judge".

Although Xiao Heiwa didn't understand the meaning of this school, it sounded so good, he suddenly muffled and looked at the little angel, who said in a deep voice, "I graduated from the Garibaldi Army Cavalry School, and I am the first student in the current class. ”

This time it was even more embarrassing, he looked at the boss again, Tang Dao smiled and shrugged, "Stanford University." ”

Afraid of a quiet moment in the air, Tang Dao was afraid of hitting the other party, so he touched the little black baby's head, "If you think that as long as you learn to shoot, then you are just cannon fodder for the world, but if you learn to make guns, you are changing them for the world, learning can make you understand the world, not in Africa, waiting for time to pass." ”

Tang Dao patted him on the shoulder and said to Lao Chen, "If you think about it clearly, you can come to me, I am happy and hope to witness history." After he finished speaking, he left the cafeteria, leaving Lao Chen and the two of them.

When I got out of the cafeteria, as soon as the cold wind blew, I shivered directly.

"Mister, what do you think we would do if we set up a bursary within our company?" Tang Dao suddenly said, "Our employees also have children, and some of their families are not very wealthy, so we can sponsor the outstanding ones to complete their studies, and of course, provide follow-up talents for our company." ”

"Boss, I'm afraid such an expense is very large." Mister frowned, the boss is addicted to charity? When will the PMC industry offer bursaries? Unheard of, the industry itself is a very dangerous industry, and the large investment in an employee also means that the future may not be able to recover the cost.

Tang Dao didn't care, "I only need my employees to ensure the completion of tasks on the battlefield, and I will complete the things off the battlefield for them, so I don't have to worry about them." He paused, "Moreover, I have requirements for this plan, I will first take out 10,000 US dollars and hand it over to the company, only those who pay the money can enjoy this treatment, the company only bears the proportion, and I will let the professionals draw up a plan." ”

This is a familiar routine?

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