During this period of time, Golden Retriever was actually more comfortable than ever before.
The main thing is that all the things that require brain use are left to Wang Zhen. He only needs to do what he is best at, and the whole person feels relaxed.
Therefore, when encountering this kind of thing now, the first reaction is to blame it on Wang Zhen.
The sixth floor of the Imperial Bulwark Branch, Daryl's office.
"Coffee, four cups, thank you." Golden Retriever said to Secretary Daryl, opened the door and walked in.
After saying hello to each of them, the golden retriever sat directly on the outer edge of the sofa and said, "Tell him if you have something to say."
After that, he took out a "Mercenary" magazine hanging on the album shelf next to him and flipped through it.
"Mercenary" magazine, official website www.sofmag.com, was founded in 1975 by Green Beret, a special forces soldier who participated in the Vietnam War. It is published monthly and includes the latest military news, military forums, videos and other content.
Apart from several magazines such as Playboy and Penthouse, this is the most popular book among mercenaries.
Yes, for this group of academic scum, this is the only attractive book!
Of course, Playboy and Penthouse are better. Even if you don't know English, it won't affect your reading experience, especially when you go out on a mission to collect hard currency.
Seeing Golden Retriever's appearance, Cobham shook his head in amusement, and his eyes fell on Wang Zhen, "Wang, back then Bourne made a guarantee for you under the pressure of the company, and made sure you join the company, and also gave P1
Treatment, now it seems that Bourne's choice is extremely correct."
"Brother Bourne is very good to me." Wang Zhen smiled reservedly. This Cobham was familiar with "Human Feelings". In one sentence, he praised two people, and it was so natural.
"Daryl told me what happened. You did a great job and the company is proud of you."
"Thanks."
"Here is the contract regarding yesterday's hostage rescue operation. It was just sent by the Guanzhou Building. What I need to tell you is that the contract can only be stamped with the company's seal. There is no way to sign your name. Of course, if you feel the need,
, your names will be written in the follow-up report, and the Foot Covering Building will issue a paper commendation document in recognition of your outstanding contributions in the fight against terrorism." Cobham said with a smile.
Wang Zhen frowned and thought for a while, and Cobham specifically mentioned that it must not be that simple, so, "What's the harm?"
Cobham looked at Bourne with a smile, "You're so lucky."
Bourne burst out laughing.
"The good thing is that the name of the Scythe Team will come into the sight of some people in the Foot Covering Building. The bad thing is that because this matter concerns reporters, it will be made public to a certain extent. The names of the Scythe Team and yours will appear on public documents."
Wang Zhen poked Bourne, you can't just say a word.
"You decide." The golden retriever shrugged.
Wang Zhen was very confused. This was an honor awarded by his country. Although there was no medal, he knew that Bourne and the others valued this very much. But if the mercenary's name was properly disclosed, everyone would not just introduce them by nickname or pseudonym.
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Of course, Wang Zhen doesn't care about the honors awarded by the United States.
Frowning for a while, Wang Zhen asked: "Doesn't the company have its own medal of honor, or something similar?"
Cobham was obviously stunned for a moment, blinked, and after a long time he shook his head with an apologetic look and said: "I'm sorry, the company does not have this setting, but your suggestion is very good, and I will report it to the board of directors for discussion.
of."
Wang Zhen smiled and said, "Forget it, the Scythe Team does not choose to make it public."
Cobham nodded and handed the document in his hand to Wang Zhen, "Take a look."
Wang Zhen took it and flipped through it. Cobham introduced: "The contract amount is not large, only 500,000 US dollars. Theoretically, this is a British reporter and a company affiliated with France. The rescue should be entrusted by France or the United Kingdom.
The Foot Building should not be paying for this mission at all and it is a waste of American taxpayer money."
"If we hadn't dealt with the terrorists and rescued the journalists, we wouldn't have had the 500,000 yuan. So, don't be dissatisfied with it because it's too little. The company can only strive for so much."
Focus: American taxpayer money.
Cobham spoke very sincerely and did not mention the company's share of the profits.
"Haha, it's already good to have money." Wang Zhen smiled and closed the contract document.
The golden retriever also put down the magazine and raised his head with a smile on his face. After all, this is only a part of the income, and Faisal's side is the big one!
When I think of this Golden Retriever, I feel very special. How difficult it was to earn commissions for tasks in the past, but look at it now.
The income from this deal that came out of nowhere was definitely not less than 1 million US dollars, which was their income for the entire year!
Farke, you still have to use your brain!
"That's it, you guys have a good rest for a few days, and the company will handle the follow-up matters." Cobham stood up with a smile.
Shake hands and leave.
After the two went out, Daryl said: "According to the regulations, it should be divided 50-50 with the company. The company won the money for them, otherwise they would not get a cent."
As for what John said about the foot-covering building giving contracts and high commissions, it's all nonsense. The CIA will not speak up for the Scythe Squad. He has neither the right nor the face. He is sure that the Imperial Barrier will seize the opportunity.
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"It's okay. I will report this matter to the board of directors. What the company needs is the influence and huge reputation brought by this matter. This is the most valuable gain." Cobham said with a smile, which was what he rushed to do all night long.
The reason for coming.
Later, he will meet with two reporters and hold a press conference. He has contacted many familiar media and prepared a publicity fund, and will conduct large-scale reports later.
The Sickle Squad as individuals are afraid of being exposed, but regular PMC companies like Imperial Barrier are not. The company only does legal business.
"I'm just putting forward the opinions that I should put forward in my position." Daryl shrugged, "I also hope that Bourne can earn more, and it doesn't cost me any money anyway."
Cobham suddenly laughed.
"What do you think about the Medal of Honor that the king just raised?" Daryl asked again.
Cobham looked serious and shook his head slowly for a while, "I will report it to Mr. Maltz, but I don't support it."
Daryl said nothing and changed the subject to how to promote it later.
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At night, Alby Bar.
When Bourne and the others mentioned relaxing, Wang Zhen immediately thought of this.
When the wine was served, Golden Retriever told what happened in Daryl's office. When they heard that he had another 500,000 yuan in income and didn't have to share it with the company, they immediately laughed and teased Golden Retriever again.
"Golden Retriever, please abdicate!"
"Yes, we demand democratically elected captains!"
"I support Wang, he can help us make money!"
Wang Zhen rolled his eyes and followed suit, "I support Donkey, he can brag!"
"You guys know nothing. That's why I'm awesome. You can tell at a glance that Wang is a talent. I pulled him into the team despite the pressure of the company. What's this called, leadership ability!" Jin Mao held up the beer in his hand and put it in front of him.
"No, wait!" Donkey stopped immediately, stretched out his hand, grabbed Jin Mao's arm, and pointed at his face with the other hand, "I, it's me, look, I was the first one to propose that Wang come in
Team!"
"That's what I agree with!" Golden Retriever frowned.
"That's what I proposed first!"
"It seems that there is only one last solution left!" Jin Mao put down the can and said seriously: "Let's duel!"