Stacks of U.S. dollars were once again placed on the coffee table.
Jin Mao pointed at Wang Zhen and said, "Forget it."
"Really?" Wang Zhen was a little unsure.
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up." Donkey poked Wang Zhen, "The takeout will be delivered soon, and you will be suspicious when you see so much money on the table."
"This is a rule, don't worry." Bayonet also said.
"Business is business." This is the poet.
The shovel tapped the table.
"Split it, you will need money for many things in the future, and this little money is simply not enough." Golden Retriever smiled mysteriously.
"Okay!" Wang Zhen slapped his thigh, with an excited look on his face, "Damn it, give me the money, or US dollars, I'll make a decision!"
"Thirty percent for the golden retriever boss is still 25,200, and the rest is 11,760 each." Wang Zhen said quickly after thinking about it.
"In terms of remuneration, after excluding the middleman's commission, there is still 120,000. I still give 30%, and each of you has the rest..." Jin Mao looked at Wang Zhen.
"16800."
"OK, the money will arrive tomorrow. Their money is all stored in foreign accounts. What about yours? What are you going to do with it?" Jin Mao asked.
"Me?" Wang Zhen looked confused, "I don't know what to do?"
"This money is illegal income. Normally it needs to be cleaned before it can be spent. Do you need me to find someone to clean it for you?"
"How much does it cost?"
"20%?"
"No, I'm Chinese, well, no one cares about us over there..." Wang Zhen's head shook like a rattle when he heard this number. The dividend plus commission is 28,560, and the two achievements are 5,712 US dollars, which is 40,000 Ruanmei coins.
If you have to catch up with his salary for a year, he will go crazy and agree to wash it.
My eyelids are so shallow and I have never seen money. How can I love it!
"Okay, let's talk about it then." Jin Mao didn't say much, although he thought that Wang Zhen would be cleaned up sooner or later. They were going to the United States, and the money had to enter the United States. How could it be possible without letting the IRS get through to him, "Do you have an account?
?”
"I have a Lannatai account, but it obviously can't be used. Can I call someone from China?" Wang Zhen asked.
"Uh... I don't know about this." Jin Mao shook his head. He had never dealt with Huaxia and had no idea. "If you trust me, then save it in my account first and wait for me to find someone to help.
You can open an account abroad again."
"Okay, of course I trust you. Should you open an account abroad with a Swiss bank?" Wang Zhen asked curiously.
"Rookie, you're overthinking it. Swiss banks won't open confidential accounts for customers with US$20,000, hahahaha." Donkey took over the topic and laughed.
"There will come a time, I believe, it's not far away!" Wang Zhen laughed. People always have to be a little ambitious.
First set a small goal and open a protection account in a Swiss bank.
"Okay, you are now a member of our team. Let me introduce you. Our team is called the Sickle Team. It is a subordinate team of the Imperial Barrier Security Service Company. I am the captain Barney Byrne, nicknamed Golden Retriever.
The commando in the team is from the Navy SEALs. You can call me Bourne." Barney Bourne shook his blond hair and said, "Remember, during the mission, you are only allowed to call me by my nickname Golden Retriever.
In everyday life, call me by my name, Bourne."
"My name is Neil Mountbatten, you can call me Mountbatten. I was born in the Navy SEALs and am the most handsome commando in the team." Donkey introduced himself.
"My name is Jude Kennan, nicknamed Bayonet and Commando. You can call me Kennan. I am from the 82nd Airborne Division." Bayonet pointed at the donkey and added helpfully. "His nickname is Donkey because he talks a lot and is very talkative.
Noisy, so I use this nickname."
"Shut your mouth, I don't need any additional explanation, you damn dwarf." The donkey cursed angrily.
"Jasper Derek, nicknamed Poet, is a precision shooter. You can call me Derek. I am from the 5th Special Operations Group of Green Berets. I like Chinese Kung Fu. Do you know Chinese Kung Fu?" the poet said with a smile.
The poet smiled very gently and looked a little thin, of course, compared with other people.
"Hello Derek, I'm sorry, I don't know Chinese Kung Fu. I always thought your hobby was literature." Wang Zhen was so impressed by the poet that it was one of the biggest motivations for him to vow to learn English well.
"I graduated from the Department of Literature at the University of California, Santa Cruz. Poetry and literature are just one of my hobbies."
"After graduating from the literature department, I embarked on the path of holding a gun. This is... very literary!" Wang Zhen didn't know how to evaluate it.
"When fate hands me a sour lemon, let's try to make sweet lemon juice." The poet said with a smile.
Wang Zhen: "..."
Sorry, farewell!
"Joseph Joy, nicknamed Shovel, Machine Gunner, you can call me Joey, I am a Ranger." Joey patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder, came over and whispered: "Ignore them, they are not energetic.
It’s so normal.”
"Hello, Joey, is there a possibility that you spoke too loudly and they all heard it?" Wang Zhen said with a dumbfounded voice.
"It doesn't matter, they know their condition." Joey shrugged.
"I'm very happy to join the Scythe Squad. Now it's my turn to introduce myself. My name is Wang Zhen. You can call me Wang. I am from the provincial shooting team. I have never been a soldier and I don't know where I am suitable.
I know this will bring a lot of trouble to everyone, but I will learn as soon as possible and adapt as soon as possible, so as not to hold everyone back for a long time." Wang Zhen bowed slightly in embarrassment, "Sorry, I will need more from you in the future.
Take care of it.”
Wang Zhen really didn’t expect that these guys were all from the US military’s special forces. It was an exaggeration!
"Of course that's no problem." Jin Mao said with a smile: "Some rules and precautions, let...Donkey teach you. As for which position you are suitable for, we will wait until we return to the United States. This requires a comprehensive evaluation."
"Isn't the most important thing to give him a nickname?" Donkey interrupted, stretching out his hand.
In this line of work, you have to have a nickname when you are on duty and in front of outsiders. It is always difficult to give your real name.
"Do you have a nickname?" Golden Retriever asked.
"There is one, the river demon." Wang Zhen said with some embarrassment. As for why, he was tall and thin when he was a child, so he is the pagoda town river demon.
"A monster from the river?" the donkey repeated, "No, no, no, what the hell kind of nickname is it? It's too long."
"I can't imagine having to spend 2 seconds shouting your nickname on the battlefield before telling you to do something."
"Then just call me Wang. This surname is very common among Chinese people, so it won't reveal anything." Wang Zhen scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Okay, let's do this for now. We'll talk about the nickname later. Trust me, I will give you a nickname that absolutely suits you." Donkey patted his chest, as if you can trust me and leave it to me.
Wang Zhen: I’m even more worried!
"Okay, our king is in trouble now, so we can't go back directly. I'll refund everyone's air tickets. I'll contact the middleman and ask him to take us to Malay first, and then transfer from there." Golden Retriever clapped his hands and said.
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"Sorry for causing trouble to everyone." Wang Zhen said embarrassedly.
"No need to say sorry, we are in the same group, brothers." Bayonet patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder and said.