Chapter 52: Follow the Golden Retriever, Three Days of Hunger......
Knowledge is power!
You have to have knowledge in your head, and you will know what to do when you have the opportunity!
So, in this matter, who is Master Huang?
Who is the county commissioner?
Who is the Gentry?
Who are the people?
Look at Faisal, this is the county magistrate!
Then himself, no, can the sickle team be this Huang master?
Wang Zhen, who came back to his senses, heard the golden retriever congratulating Faisal perfunctorily, so he reached out and gently poked the golden retriever in the back.
The Golden Retriever coughed lightly, "Wang, you tell Faisal. ”
In a word, everyone's eyes looked at Wang Zhen.
"How is Mr. Faisal going to distribute the money?" Wang Zhen looked at Faisal with a smile.
Faisal grinned, this is the purpose of his coming, although the scythe team hired the foot-covering building, but the sickle team didn't need to do things, could it be that the foot-covering building could still be kept an eye on?
If you encounter another attack, if you are a little slower, you may die!
Besides, the situation on his side has to be reported to the person in front of him, and he must be well wooed.
Iraq is better to be in charge of this sentence if there is no county official, but Mesopotamia is the birthplace of human culture after all, and there is no shortage of similar fables for thousands of years of cultural heritage.
"Fifty-fifty, what does Mr. Wang think?" Faisal said, staring into Wang Zhen's eyes.
Golden:???
Donkey et al.: !!
Is this to give them a share of money?
"Mr. Faisal." Wang Zhen's face was expressionless, "We attach great importance to your attack, and after the report, a large number of intelligence officers have made efforts to do so. ”
"On the other hand, our Scythe Squad has only a three-month contract with the military, you know what I mean?"
The golden retriever and the others didn't say a word, and looked at Faisal with a straight face: We don't understand.
"What does Mr. Wang mean?" Faisal understood what Wang Zhen meant.
"We only need seventy percent of the income during this period!" Wang Zhen gestured.
Golden Retriever et al.: But I was shocked!
Faisal nodded heavily, smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Wang Zhen's hand, "Then thank you for taking care of you during this time." ”
"Rest assured, the Scythe Squad never disappoints guests." Wang Zhen smiled and sent Faisal away.
When he came back again, he saw the golden retriever and others staring at him with burning eyes, like wolves.
"He's going to give us $350,000?" The Golden Retriever asked in a low voice.
Wang Zhen sat on the sofa with his head held high, and let out a "uh-huh" from his nose. ”
"Why?" The Golden Retriever understood what political donations were, but he didn't understand why Faisal was splitting the money among them.
Reaching out and pointing to the refrigerator, the donkey immediately trotted over with a doggy face, took a bottle of ice and handed it over.
Wang Zhen drooped his eyelids and looked at it, "Unscrew it, then you don't have the eyesight to see it!" ”
The donkey's face darkened, "Drink or not!" ”
"No sense of service at all!" Wang Zhen snatched it, unscrewed it and poured a few mouthfuls, opened his mouth and burped, and then asked with a smile: "If he Faisal is really so capable, why didn't Ahmad invest in him early, why did he pay now." ”
"In the final analysis, he Faisal took advantage of the United States, and we helped him eliminate the attacker, and then found the clue of the attacker, and this change came from us, or from the United States."
"Ahmed's investment is bullish on his relationship with the United States, not his Faisal himself, at least not yet."
"Of course he wants to give us the money, and besides, we are only responsible for protecting him for three months, after which he doesn't need to share the profits when he receives political contributions, why doesn't he agree."
Golden retriever smash it, smash it, think about it, it's really such a truth, but why didn't you think of it before?
If he really had this brain, he would at least sit in the position of branch manager in Daril by virtue of his resume of being one of the first to be born and died with Mike Martz.
"Haven't you ever encountered anything like this before on a mission?" Wang Zhen asked.
"I should have encountered it, I don't know very well, even if there is such a thing, it is a special person from the company to talk about, and it has nothing to do with us." The Golden Retriever thought for a moment and said.
Wang Zhen nodded, let a group of brains are full of muscles, and it is not realistic to study how to kill people all day long or spend all day drinking and drinking big-headed soldiers to do this.
This is considered the peripheral development of the mission, and it requires professionals.
"Do you have to tell the company about this?" Wang Zhen asked.
The golden retriever thought about it and nodded, private work is private work, but this is obviously not, no matter how much money there is, he Golden Retriever can't do such a thing as carrying the company's black money.
After looking at his watch and calculating the jet lag, the golden retriever made a phone call to Cobham to explain the matter.
Cobham listened quietly and did not interrupt, and only said at the end: "Since you are talking about it yourself, then pay 50% to the company, and the money will be transferred from the Baghdad branch." ”
Hanging up the phone, Cobham shook his head and muttered with a smile, "This guy has found a good helper, and it doesn't cost him so much favor." ”
On the other side, watching the golden retriever hang up the phone, Wang Zhen asked in a low voice, "What do you say?" ”
"Half of it is paid to the company." Saying that, the golden retriever looked into Wang Zhen's eyes and said, "Don't think that the company is too much, without the company's backing, we are not as free as we are now." ”
"Of course I know." Wang Zhen pursed his lips, "If it weren't for this skin, Faisal wouldn't be so easy to speak." ”
Half of the handover is still 175,000 left, and the task commission is only 300,000.
Besides, political donations or something, the first one is the most difficult, and there will naturally be more later, and there are still more than two months, Wang Zhen estimates that what they have in their hands will definitely exceed the task commission.
Flattered!
"This time, you take 2 shares, we all take 10, how about it?" The golden retriever discussed with Wang Zhen in a low voice.
"Huh?" Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Don't be kidding, you are the captain, you take the same as everyone else, how can I take two copies?" ”
"No, rules are rules, I'm afraid you think it's too little." The golden retriever patted Wang Zhen's leg with a smile, looked up and said loudly: "The 350,000, the company takes half of it, and the rest is ours, Wang Zhen takes two copies, let's each have one, do you ask?" ”
"How much is that?" The donkey came to Wang Zhen with one stride, and picked up the bottle of unfinished Coke with a smile, "Boss, come, drink Bing Kole!" ”
The donkey has no skin and no face, and Wang Zhen is also convinced, "It's not much, it's only 25,000." ”
"From now on, you are the boss!" The donkey said in a solemn and loud voice, and glared at the golden retriever with disdain, "Together, we will overthrow the cruel rule of this fool and elect a new king!" ”
In a word, Wang Zhen almost burst out laughing, and inexplicably thought of a famous saying: Follow the golden retriever, and be hungry for nine meals in three days.
When I looked up, I saw a sneer on the corner of the golden retriever's mouth, and he came up and gave the donkey two punches.
Damn, it's the other way around!
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Chasing, chasing, I just received an editor's notice, the little horn is out of play, and the chasing is too crotch-pulling, try Sanjiang, Sanjiang is not possible......
Reader's father, alas, can we not raise books!