Returning to the law firm again, Qiao Jia saw Wang Zhen and the two returning, and immediately knew that the business was done, and the smile on her face became even brighter.
He served the coffee with his own hands and said, "I don't know which country Mr. Wang wants to join."
"Greece." Wang Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Greece and China have always had a very good relationship."
"I also recommend Greece. A Greek passport allows you to stay in an EU member state for 90 days every 180 days, and you can move freely in the country. You do not need to apply for a visa to the United States. You only need to fill in an ETSA form, which is valid for 2 years. Whether it is for tourism
Whether it is business or work, the single stay is 90 days." Qiao Jia said with a smile: "I will give Mr. Wang a detailed introduction. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't read it. You will be notified when you land at the airport."
"Sign the contract." Wang Zhen nodded.
"Okay, then, I need Mr. Wang to provide some personal information, which is more or less enough. In addition, Mr. Wang needs to give himself an English name and write it on his passport." Qiao Jia said with a smile.
Coming up with an English name...Wang Zhen scratched his head.
Qiao Jia's eyes were vicious. Seeing Wang Zhen's dilemma, she smiled and said, "The surname Wang can be pronounced Wong in English, such as Wong Lo Kat, Wong Lo Kat, or Wong Kar-wai."
Wang Zhen's eyes lit up, "Then, wong Markus."
"Wang Marx?" Qiao Jia's mouth twitched, this is too obvious.
"Isn't it Marcus?" Wang Zhen was stunned. He was named after the young hero, Marcus Sebastian Grayson.
Qiao Jia chuckled. As a Chinese, she could tell the question, "Would you like another one?"
"Forget it, just this, it's rarely used anyway." Wang Zhen waved his hand indifferently.
When signing the contract, in order to avoid legal trouble, it was Bourne who signed it and the money was given by Bourne.
But Wang Zhen was still worried. When he stood up to leave and shook hands, Wang Zhen suddenly leaned into Qiao Jia's ear and said in a cold tone: "I am a mercenary. Never think of deceiving a mercenary. Compared with
We prefer using our hands to talking."
As he spoke, Wang Zhen made a gesture of pulling the trigger, then gave a death stare, turned around and left.
Qiao Jia's face was filled with shock. I am being threatened!
I have seen many Chinese coming to the United States, and there are also many illegal immigrants. This is the first one who is so arrogant...
After walking out of the law office, Bourne asked curiously: "What did you say to him in the end?"
Wang Zhen smiled and repeated the words. Bourne was speechless for a while, "Mountbatten is right, you are indeed not a good person."
Wang Zhen: "..."
That's all, that's all, I can't think of changing my image.
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New Jersey, Newark, Rampart Training Ground.
Wang Zhen has to complete an assessment to enter the company here.
CEO Gielgud Cobham didn't come. He was just recruiting a new person. It was totally unworthy of him as the CEO. Besides, he knew that he was a new person without any military training, so why did he come to see him?
To be honest, Wang Zhen is very nervous now. After Bourne told him about the so-called assessment yesterday, he became very nervous, feeling like he did before joining the provincial team.
Wang Zhen had never heard of the GPA assessment system, but from Bourne's point of view, it seemed like something that every company would have.
The two examiners held recording documents and stopwatches in their hands and stood in front of Wang Zhen with serious expressions. Wang Zhen turned to look at Bourne.
"Don't be nervous, just perform normally." Bourne smiled, but he didn't have any hope anyway...
"Can we start?" an examiner asked.
"Wait a moment." Wang Zhen quickly performed a set of high leg raises and a set of lunges on the spot. They were all warm-up moves when he was in the team, and he had not practiced them for several years.
After half a set of warm-up exercises, and a slight layer of sweat appeared, Wang Zhen said: "That's it."
"Well, answer me some questions first." An examiner asked: "Do you want to join the army?"
"No."
When Wang Zhen saw the examiner using a pen to check a row of options one after another, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. Is this a lot of direct X's?
"Do you have any combat specialties? For example, special driving, specialization in certain firearms, espionage skills, hacking skills, drone operation, experience in operating large equipment such as radar, etc."
Wang Zhen frowned more and more. He thought about it. Considering that it was better to fill in the exam randomly than to leave it blank, he answered: "I can cook!"
Apparently suddenly falling into a strange silence, Bourne and the two examiners looked at Wang Zhen blankly, not knowing what to say.
The two examiners have examined thousands of people over the years and have seen countless people with special military expertise, but this is the first time I have heard someone say that their specialty is cooking.
This is not a chef test!
So, how to fill in the specialty area?
How to score?
Bourne coughed lightly, suppressed his laughter, raised his head and said seriously: "Cooking soldiers, Chinese cooking soldiers, you know, there is no one of the most popular professions in the mercenary world. Once it appears, it will be robbed by all parties. Generally,
Enjoy the treatment at the vice-captain level."
"As you know, when we perform missions outside, we don't have any logistical support. We can only bring some instant rations for individual soldiers. Eating that kind of food is simply the cruelest punishment. Once it exceeds three days, the morale of the team will begin to decline.
He becomes depressed and irritable, and his combat effectiveness will also decrease to a certain extent."
"But if there is a Chinese cooking soldier in the team, then all problems will no longer be a problem. He will collect some things according to the local environment and reprocess the individual soldier rations to completely solve the problem of eating."
"Once during a military operation in Aqionghan, a total of 6 teams, including our Sickles, were trapped in one place. Among them was a mercenary group from Eastern Europe that had a cooking soldier. You can't even imagine it.
How our other teams felt when they were eating." As he spoke, Bourne began to gnash his teeth and became really excited, "Hell, you know hell!"
Wang Zhen looked at Bourne blankly. He was dumbfounded. At this moment, he couldn't even figure out whether Bourne was acting.
"OK, OK, we understand." The two examiners quickly began to calm down the agitated Byrne. Well, although they were civilians, they had heard of the legend of the Chinese Cooking Soldiers. "Are you sure you know how to do it in the field?"
Get your cooking done quickly?”
"Ah, yes, of course, I only need a knife to carry with me and a Qiba Hu." Wang Zhen said quickly: "Do you know Qi Ba Hu? If you have a mobile phone, I will search it for you. It is very convenient.
, it can be used as a kettle and for cooking, and it can also be used as a disinfection tool at critical moments.”
This is really not bragging. He has been in the kitchen for more than three years. Although his cooking skills are not as good as those of his uncle, he is still half a professional.
In the field of Qedun, you can tell by looking at the two people who died in his hands.
Just ask other cutters how many people they have killed!!