Wang Zhen hasn't thought clearly about Cobham's proposal, and that guy is still in Baghdad dealing with the aftermath of the attack.
I heard from Jin Mao that those people did go to attack the oil well. Just as Wang Zhen expected, they surrounded the small oil well town and began to persuade them to surrender. It was true that the morale of the troops in Kuli was shaken.
Fortunately, Curry stabilized the morale of the troops and asked everyone to guard for half an hour. If reinforcements did not arrive after half an hour, they would surrender.
Seif's people arrived in more than 20 minutes, and then...
He was ambushed and beaten to pieces.
Of course, it still had its effect, attracting firepower and delaying time. After all, it was my own business. I fought to the death and finally waited for the reinforcements from the Imperial Barrier.
It’s just that there’s a lot of wrangling to do afterwards.
Wang Zhen went to deal with Bayonet's funeral the next day.
Hire a cold chain truck to take the body to Wyoming and find Bayonet's parents.
Normally, Wang Zhen felt that he was quite eloquent, but when he stood at the door of Bayonet's house, Wang Zhen was completely stiff. He didn't dare to knock on the door, and he didn't know what to say.
Such a big son, he was fine before, but now he comes back like a corpse.
Wang Zhen was so confused that he didn't even know how he walked out of Bayonet's house. Facing a pair of old people who were crying until they lost their voices, Wang Zhen didn't dare to look into their eyes.
As for the poet, he didn't say a word during the whole process.
A cemetery was found for burial, and Bayonet's wife and children also came to attend the funeral.
The child is 12 years old, a boy, and he looks like a bayonet.
After that, Wang Zhen, an outsider, did not get involved in the inheritance issue, and the lawyer was more professional.
It wasn't until they got to the airport and got on the plane that the two of them calmed down a bit. It was already five days before they returned to New York.
Cobham also returned from Baghdad, and Wang Zhen made an appointment to meet at the company the next day.
…
Standing at the door of Cobham's office, this was Wang Zhen's second visit, but his mood was completely different.
"Okay Susan, go out." Cobham asked the secretary to go out, and then looked at Wang Zhen with a professional smile on his face, "Get something to drink yourself, the refrigerator is over there."
Wang Zhen took a bottle of mineral water, opened it and took a sip.
"What do you think of my proposal?" Cobham asked directly.
"Let's not rush this." Wang Zhen looked at Cobham and asked, "I want to know who are those who attacked us? Why are they staring at us? This is illogical."
Cobham was silent for a while, "So, I told Bourne that you are not suitable for Imperial Barrier. You are smart enough, but your mentality is not a mature PMC."
"Mature PMC?" Wang Zhen curled his lips, "What is the standard of maturity? Just treat it as a job, clock in on time, get off work on time, get off work when there is no danger, and surrender when there is danger? Is this the kind of employee the Empire Barrier needs?" "
Cobham nodded, "Small companies can use emotions as a bond, but large companies cannot. The company provides reasonable wages, employees work hard, and everything is in accordance with the contract. This is the basis for a company to operate stably."
"Excessive efforts by employees are also harmful to the company."
Looking at Wang Zhen's expression, Cobham knew what he was thinking, "Do you know how much the company will pay for Bourne and Joey's medical expenses if they follow the contract completely?"
Wang Zhen shook his head.
"It doesn't cost a penny." Cobham stretched out a finger and shook it, "They are American veterans. In the veterans' hospital, they only need to pay 20% of the medical expenses, and the insurance company will cover the 20%.
This is why American PMC companies only recruit American veterans."
"Now, Bourne and Joey's medical expenses are expected to be as high as $1.2 million, which, of course, is paid for by Mr. Maltz personally."
"You have to understand that the Imperial Barrier is not just Mr. Maltz's, the company also has other shareholders."
Wang Zhen opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.
Was Cobham wrong?
But this really chilled my friends.
"Okay, let's talk about those attackers?" Wang Zhen asked in a low voice.
"Bulldog Mercenary Group." Cobham said: "As for why they are eyeing the Scythe Squad, it is because the Beifeng Company is standing behind Bulldog, but it doesn't matter. All Bulldogs are dead and have been completely disbanded.
"
"Beifeng Company?"
"Beifeng is a British PMC company, an established medium-sized company. Their main business is also in Iraq. Originally there was no conflict with the Imperial Barrier because most of our tasks used to come from the Foot Covering Building. But because of your relationship, the Imperial Barrier was in Iraq.
Now that we have become famous, our business scope has expanded to Iraq itself, creating business competition with Beifeng." Cobham looked at Wang Zhen, "Do you understand now?"
"So they want to sabotage our mission and eliminate the Scythe Squad in order to interrupt the development momentum of the Imperial Barrier!" Wang Zhen gritted his teeth and stretched out his hands to rub his hair. He never expected that he would ignite the fuse in the end.
So.
Cobham nodded, "Business competition in other industries will adopt conventional business methods, but we are a PMC company and we speak with guns, so you don't have to feel guilty."
"Of course I won't feel guilty. Why should I feel guilty for other people's despicable behavior? I don't have to fucking reflect!" Wang Zhen waved his hands fiercely, "Beifeng Company, okay, okay, okay, I remember
Stop them!"
"You'd better not do anything stupid. Beifeng Company is not something you can deal with now." Cobham reminded.
"The Imperial Barrier is equal to Beifeng, so how are you going to return it?" Wang Zhen stared at Cobham, "Don't tell me that you will swallow your anger."
"Imperial Barrier is a legal PMC company and will not do anything illegal..."
"Wait a minute." Wang Zhen suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Cobham's words, turned his head and looked at him sideways, "You want me to set up a PMC company to be the outer edge of the empire's barrier, don't you just want me to be yours?"
Black gloves, right?”
"Of course not. Any big company will be surrounded by many small companies. The big company will give non-core business to those small companies. These businesses are profitable, but it is not worth the energy of the big company."
"The business is there. It's up to you to decide whether to accept it or not. No one can force you, not even Imperial Barrier. Of course, the tasks you do have nothing to do with Imperial Barrier." Cobham said with a smile.
Hold!
Wang Zhen's face turned dark, and Cobham was determined that he would give Beifeng Company a hard blow if he had the chance.
The question is, when the opportunity is presented to him, will Wang Zhen refuse it?
At this moment, what appeared in Wang Zhen's mind was not rejection, but a sentence: A man was born in heaven and earth, how can he live in depression for a long time!
But, damn, this guy Cobham has a dark heart. Even though I wanted to punch him in the face, I had to hold my nose and do things with him.
In comparison, the little tricks I played in Iraq were nothing.
The most important thing is that Cobham hasn't given anything yet.
No, there is still money to be made!
Those missions that the risks and benefits that were originally not wanted to be taken on were out of proportion to the benefits can now be taken on by oneself, and then the Imperial Barrier can still make a mark in the middle.
Staring hard at Cobham, Wang Zhen slapped the mineral water on the coffee table, got up and left angrily.
Cobham watched the door close, and the corner of his mouth curled up. What is a win-win-win situation?
I won three times!
Retained talents, made money, and expanded business boundaries.
He believed that Wang Zhen would never refuse.
People like Wang Zhen, or people like the Sickle Squad, value brotherly loyalty more than money.
With the donkey and the poet here, the relationship with Jin Mao, and the enemy Bei Feng, Wang Zhen couldn't escape.
How can a big company go out and do those things personally...
…
hospital, ward.
Wang Zhen, poet, golden retriever, shovel.
Wang Zhen didn't tell the three people about yesterday's conversation with Cobham. They couldn't help, and they couldn't help Wang Zhen make a decision. They could only add to the trouble.
"What is the difference between setting up a PMC company in other countries and setting up a PMC company in the United States?" Wang Zhen asked.
Golden Retriever knows these things very well.
"It doesn't actually matter where you set up a company. It can be done in many countries, especially small island countries in Africa and the Pacific. There are two issues involved."
After sorting out his thoughts, Jin Mao said: "First, the legal issues, I don't know the specifics, but I know one thing, for example, we are in Malay and they ban guns. In theory, we can't appear on the streets openly with automatic weapons.
, but that’s what we do. If you are registered with Shudan, it will definitely not work.”
"Because we are a company registered in the United States, we abide by U.S. laws."
Wang Zhen rolled his eyes, "Then you go to China and give it a try."
"Haha, of course that won't work, but do you understand what I mean?" The golden retriever smiled.
"The second one is the source of the task. This actually depends on the relationship and has little to do with where you are registered."
"To put it simply, it's just to see who is behind me." Wang Zhen frowned.
"It's almost the same. Anyway, in Iraq and Afghanistan, the largest number of PMC companies are from the United States, then the United Kingdom, and then European countries such as France."
"How was your discussion with Cobham?" Golden Retriever asked.
"Hmm... pretty good." Wang Zhen said the last two words through gritted teeth.
Do you agree?
Anyway, Wang Zhen went back yesterday and thought about it all night, but in the end he couldn't find a reason to refuse. Although Cobham is a vampire, it has to be said that relying on the imperial barrier can solve almost all the problems of starting a PMC company.
As for setting up a business by yourself, forget it, since you won't be able to receive any business if it doesn't matter.
This line of work is too closed, and you can't do it without enough background.
As for staying in the United States and becoming a gangster...who would want to be a gangster if they have a serious business?
Once this person enjoys freedom, it is difficult to live under restraint.
He wanted to be a gangster before, but in the final analysis, he still didn't want to be separated from the people in the Scythe Squad.
Golden Retriever was quite happy to hear what Wang Zhen said, although 'very good' sounded a bit different.
After what happened before, the poet and the donkey can no longer continue working at the Imperial Barrier. They have a grudge in their hearts, how to do it.
Jin Mao was worried about the two of them. One was impulsive and had no brains, while the other was a literary young man. He switched to other companies, made no money, and died on the battlefield within a few days.