Imperial Barrier's branch in Baghdad is quite large. A six-story building is entirely owned by Imperial Barrier.
The only difference from the New York branch is that there are sandbag fortresses placed on the left and right of the door here, and a steel barricade in front.
After entering the door, the person who greets you is not a beautiful blond girl with big boobs, but a rough and arrogant man with a palm-wide chest hair. The people walking around the company are not white-collar workers in suits and ties, but American soldiers wearing combat uniforms.
Not to mention this kind of atmosphere, Wang Zhen felt quite comfortable as soon as he entered.
Take the elevator to the top floor, where the general manager's office of Imperial Barrier's branch in Iraq is.
After knocking on the door and entering, Wang Zhen saw a bald man wearing only a green combat vest. His arms were covered with tattoos.
I’ve never seen a general manager with this kind of appearance before!
If you say he is the gangster brother, it will definitely make people believe him more.
"Daryl, long time no see!" Bourne walked over and the two of them gave each other a big hug and slapped each other on the back. Judging from the intensity, they knew they had a very good relationship.
The general manager hugged the members of the Scythe team one by one, and finally arrived at Wang Zhen. Byrne introduced: "The new guy in our team, wong Markus."
"Hello, Darryl Addis, just call me Wang." Wang Zhen reached out and shook hands with the other person.
Daryl's hands are rough and his fingers are thick.
"Just call me Daryl, nice to meet you."
Let’s chat for a while and reminisce about old times. The Scythe team has been in Baghdad for more than 2 years and is very familiar with Daryl Addis.
"This is the information Cobham asked me to prepare." Daryl took out a piece of information from the drawer and handed it to Bourne, "Hey, you never asked for this stuff before."
"Don't give it to me, give it to him." Bourne waved his hand with a look of disgust.
Daryl was stunned, looked at Wang Zhen, and looked up and down.
"Thank you." Wang Zhen smiled shyly, reached out and took it and looked at it. It was the information about the mission target Faisal.
"By the way, remember to write a report about Faisal every week." Daryl said.
"What?" Bourne looked shocked.
"Don't look at me. It wasn't necessary originally, but Cobham specifically told you to write. I don't know the reason." Daryl spread his hands.
Bourne and others glared at Wang Zhen, and Wang Zhen quickly said: "No problem, leave it to me."
It’s not a big problem. Who in China hasn’t written a self-criticism, movie-watching experience, or study report?
Just grab a template and change it.
"Arrange a hotel for you to stay and rest for two days?" Daryl asked.
"Forget it, just go to Faisal's place. It's the same thing one day early and the other day late. Work early and finish early." Byrne shook his head and said.
"Okay, this is the contract faxed from the company. All it needs is Faisal's signature. You take it to him to sign." Daryl took out another brown paper bag and handed it over.
"OK." Bourne reached out and took it. Faisal's name, photo and address were affixed to the brown paper bag.
After patting the brown paper bag, Bourne stood up and said, "I'll drive away in a Hummer."
"It's ready, the ammunition is all in the car." Daryl said with a smile.
"Farke, I don't think you're going to arrange a hotel for us!" Bourne scolded with a smile.
"Funds are tight here at the branch," Daryl said with a smile.
"Boss, can I have three Hummers?" Wang Zhen suddenly raised his head and said.
In one sentence, both Bourne and Daryl looked over, and Wang Zhen explained: "Let Faisal sit in our car. Since we want to express our stance, we should be more generous."
Bourne looked at Daryl, who was slightly stunned and then took a deep look at Wang Zhen, "Okay, we have a lot of cars, so you can drive as you like."
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The car parked in front of a three-story building.
"This is it." Bourne looked up at the house number on the wall.
The house number had obviously been wiped clean by someone.
Before getting out of the car, I took out my phone and dialed. Soon the door of the small building opened. A man in a white robe walked out quickly. He opened the large iron gate of the yard and three cars drove in backwards.
I heard from Donkey that this is to make it easier to rush out and run away in case of emergencies.
What is professional!
It was full of details, and Wang Zhen's heart trembled when he heard it. It was dangerous, too dangerous.
The group did not introduce each other in the yard, but quickly entered the house. When they arrived in the living room, Bourne introduced himself and introduced the team members to Faisal one by one. They were all nicknamed.
"Wang, you talk to Mr. Faisal and let's take a look at the layout of the house." Golden Retriever waved to Wang Zhen.
Wang Zhen nodded, Jin Mao and the others couldn't do this job.
An American and an Iraqi have different nationalities, different races, different beliefs, different identities, different statuses, and different occupations. However, the golden retrievers are obviously not social cows. They can only exchange three awkward sentences at most, and no more.
Wangzhen is much better. I used to deliver food, and all I met were strangers, some picky, some kind. Sometimes I even introduced Yao Ji or dishes. After a few years, I can chat with everyone I meet.
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Of course, Golden Retriever and the others also have business to do. They follow the servants of the Faisal family to visit the small building to understand where the weak points of defense are and where the strong points of defense are. If they are attacked, which direction will the enemy attack from? If there are snipers,
In which direction will you go and prepare a response plan in case of an attack?
Hands-on is what they are good at.
Everyone performs their duties, which is good.
In the car before arriving, Wang Zhen was looking at Faisal's information. He wanted to squeeze out of customers... To serve customers well, of course, he had to understand them.
Faisal, Sunni, pro-American, Kadima member, but the last one is not accurate.
The post-war Iraqi system was formulated for Iraq by the United Nations, or the United States. It was completely in accordance with the Western system and separated the three powers to achieve mutual checks and balances and prevent one party from becoming too big and too big.
Of course, Wang Zhen is not optimistic. As a Chinese, he has seen the arrogance and acclimatization of many large Western companies after entering China. It is difficult for the Western style to gain a foothold in China, so Wang Zhen feels that this style is not suitable for the Arab world.
It will definitely not be easy to use, otherwise Iraq would not have been in chaos.
In current Iraq, there are more than 6 political parties listed on Qiandu Encyclopedia. The information in Wang Zhen's hand shows that there are more than 200 large and small political parties!
There are six largest ones, three Shia and three Sunni.
Two of the Sunnis are Kurdish forces, and the other is the Kadima Party. In fact, there are more than 80 small parties within the Kadima Party. Faisal is favored by the Americans because of the small parties he formed.
The idea of global village, secularization.
Emphasis on seeking development through peace and exchanges with other races and cultures.
Secularization and peace are two things that Americans particularly like, so there is a level 3 evaluation and the mission of the Scythe Team.
The information Daryl provided about Faisal was not detailed. What Wang Zhen needs now is to talk to Faisal, combine the information, and evaluate the value.
Wang Zhen felt that there should be no difference between those who delivered food in the past. They had the same chat and asked customers to order more meals in the future...
"Mr. Faisal, can I call you that?"
"Of course, sit here, Mr. Wang, are you Asian?" The guests and hosts took their seats. Faisal asked with a smile: "RB people? Koreans? Chinese?"
"Chinese." Wang Zhen smiled and nodded.
"Oh, I like Chinese people. Chinese things are very cheap. Many things here are imported from China. There are many Chinese people in Iraq. Doing business with them makes people feel at ease." Faisal said with a smile.
In fact, when abroad, no matter whether the nationality written on your passport is British or American, others will not think you are American when they see you. British people will still treat you as Chinese.
No matter how much you emphasize, no matter how many generations of immigrants you are, no matter whether you hate the country or not, this fact cannot be changed.