Chapter 13 No, it’s just a heart-pounding feeling!
Author: Brilliant fireworks
Chapter 13 No, it’s just a heart-pounding feeling!
Faced with the golden retriever's problem, Wang Zhen was speechless for a moment.
Now his mind is a little confused. After all, no one will have a clear mind after experiencing a life crisis, murder, exposure and other problems in a short period of time.
Wang Zhen took the beer that Donkey had put on the coffee table, and Wang Zhen didn't mind it. He drank it and drank most of the remaining can in one go.
Using force with his hands, he crushed the can and threw it to the ground. Mayor Wang let out a long breath.
Lying back on the sofa, his eyes were a little empty, and he needed to sort out his thoughts.
No one else was talking at this moment, including the donkey who talked the most. Of course, you should think carefully about important events in your life.
It took more than ten minutes for Wang Zhen to finally regain his composure. Now that the matter had come to this, Lan Natai could no longer stay, so he could only look forward.
Taking a deep breath and sitting upright again, Wang Zhen looked at Jin Mao and asked: "I don't know anything about mercenaries, or PMCs, can you tell me about them?"
"Haha." Golden Retriever suddenly laughed, "You can ask that, I feel more relieved."
He glanced at Donkey and said, "When I asked Donkey to join me, this guy agreed without even asking."
The donkey rolled his eyes and raised two middle fingers.
"Excuse me, let me order some food first." Wang Zhen stretched out his hand, "Use your mobile phone."
Although he was not familiar with this area, he still knew some of Qingmai's peers who were doing well.
After ordering the meal, Golden Retriever sat down and started to talk, "Mercenaries are very simple. They accept tasks and then fight. Of course, it may also be protection. The person issuing the task may be an organization, a company, or an individual.
, and maybe a drug criminal."
"It doesn't matter what the source of the mission is, it only cares about the difficulty of the mission and the reward. It fights for money. It has no concept of good and evil, and it doesn't care about the law. It's not too much to say that it is a wild dog of war."
"PMC, the full name is Private Military Company/Contractor, a private military company or contractor. It is legally registered in some countries and has obtained legal business rights. It has to pay taxes, so it cannot accept any job. The task may come from the Pentagon, or it may
It comes from the Department of Homeland Security, or it may be a large company or individual. It needs to sign a legally recognized contract, and the work content must also comply with the laws of the location."
"Then whose laws do American PMC companies need to abide by in Africa or the Middle East?" Wang Zhen suddenly asked.
The corners of the golden retriever's mouth twitched, "Of course it's the laws of the United States or NATO."
"We are employees of PMC. We are legally registered, have legal gun certificates and identity certificates, do legal jobs, have fixed wages, have legally recognized benefits and insurance, and enjoy legal holidays. Do you understand?
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"Government employees among mercenaries." Wang Zhen thought of a metaphor, and Golden Retriever nodded.
"What about this mission..." Wang Zhen asked again.
Ahem, the Golden Retriever coughed lightly, "I just said that we also have holidays. The salary of PMC is not as high as expected, so we will also use the holidays to take on some private work and earn some extra money."
"Then this means... there is no contract."
"No, for the job introduced by the middleman, we don't know who the employer is. It's not important. As long as the money is given, it's enough." Golden Retriever shrugged.
"Then may I ask, how much is the total remuneration for this private work?"
"150000."
"Dollar?"
"Otherwise, can it still be Thai baht?" Donkey rolled his eyes.
Wang Zhen opened his mouth, his expression a little tangled, "That's not much."
In his imagination, how could such a killing job cost more than a million? Isn't that how it is written in movies and novels?
"That's a lot, man." Bayonet said seriously.
"Do you know how much $150,000 is?" the donkey sneered.
"150,000 is a lot, and we also have to pay 20% to the middleman. In fact, we only got 120,000." Jin Mao said with a smile: "It only took three days to go back and forth plus work. Calculating the daily remuneration of 40,000, it is very
Easy, I can't imagine how to get a higher income."
Wang Zhen tilted his head and thought for a while, okay, 120,000, divided among 5 people, even if they only share 20,000 US dollars, that is 140,000 soft girl coins, which is enough for himself... 3 years' salary!
Grass!
It’s only 3 days, one day is equivalent to one year of hard work!
That’s a lot indeed!
He didn't forget that a few people had just divided the spoils in front of him, and he was the one who settled the accounts. After all, it was his own salary for several years...
No, the number is too big, my brain can't keep up, I feel dizzy...
Unconsciously, I raised my hands to cover my chest. No, it was my heartbeat!
I make 4,000 dollars a month, but I think it's crazy that someone else earns less than 10,000 dollars a day!
"Done!" Wang Zhen nodded heavily.
When I get rich, I don’t want the unfinished house anymore!
...It's impossible. If the house payment is paid in full at once, I don't believe that the state will ignore it.
The worst thing is to wait a few more years. On this point, Wang Zhen still believes in the country.
Well, I can also give my sister more living expenses, ten thousand a month. What does it mean to be rich?
"Wait, don't worry." Jin Mao looked at Wang Zhen solemnly and said, "I want to make something clear to you. Although the work of PMC is not as dangerous as mercenaries most of the time, once it encounters danger, it is still life and death.
Crisis, not many people in this field survive to retirement, not to mention that if you have no military experience or battlefield experience, the same environment will be much more dangerous for you."
"You can die on the battlefield at any time, do you understand?"
"I don't want you to resent me one day."
"I understand." Wang Zhen nodded, "Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven."
The last sentence was said in Chinese, and he didn't know how to translate it into English...
"Very good, that's basically it. The rest will have to wait until we get to the United States. We are a regular PMC company. If you want to join, you still need to pass the assessment." Jin Mao smiled.
"Ah, okay, I understand." Wang Zhen was stunned. He didn't expect to have to take a test. He thought it was just a sentence from Golden Retriever.
There were some things that Jin Mao didn't say. With his status, if he definitely wanted Wang Zhen to join, that wouldn't be a big problem.
Saying this is just to give Wang Zhen a sense of urgency. He doesn't want to be embarrassed during the assessment.
"Okay, brothers, the king is already a member of our team. It seems that we need to distribute the spoils again." Golden Retriever clapped his hands.
"Do I have a share?" Wang Zhen looked surprised, "Isn't this bad? Forget it, forget it."
Everyone has finished dividing the money, and the money has already been received. It is not good for him, a newcomer, to take money from the old man's hand.
"No, no, no, the rules are the rules." Golden Retriever shook his head and said, "You are a member of the team. You participated in this operation and contributed a lot, so you should get a portion of the remuneration you deserve."
Wang Zhen: Remuneration?
Does this mean more than just dividends?
hiss……
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