Chapter 301: Not to be remembered
Bad Country, New Jersey, on the banks of the Hudson River.
IronFis, Iron Fist's new address is located in an old warehouse on the shore.
Parker found someone to simply renovate the place. The warehouse on the first floor was used for training, and the second floor was used for offices and meetings.
The open space in the middle of the warehouse is the shooting range and parking lot.
Now, there is just empty concrete floor.
An old-fashioned pickup truck drove into the open space, and a man wearing a camouflage vest, combat pants, and military boots jumped out of the vehicle.
"Hey, look who this is?"
Hanging the backpack in the trunk of the car over his shoulder, the other party strode towards Pike at the rear door.
"This is not our boss Pike, he is back, hahaha..."
"Man, you are welcome."
The two palms were clasped together, and their bodies touched their shoulders closely. The other person stood next to Pike, waiting for the others.
Today is the gathering day.
Anyone who Pike thinks is useful and meets the criteria will receive his invitation.
He wants to build a technically competent and professional team for his boss.
At critical moments, it can come in handy.
After a while, everyone waiting for Pike arrived.
There were 12 people in total, and he searched hard to find the most suitable candidate.
Together with him, these people will become the team that builds [Iron Fist].
"Parker, I heard that you are now working for the South Koreans. Man, this can't be true, can it?"
As soon as he entered the door, someone made a joke to him.
The smile on Parker's face suddenly sank: "Sean, never joke about race here."
Seeing his face, Sean spread his hands in embarrassment and said: "What's wrong, I'm just curious, not... Eric
next to him raised his hand and motioned him to stop talking with his eyes.
It couldn't be more obvious what he meant.
We are all comrades in arms, and continuing to quibble will only make the situation more embarrassing.
"Now that everyone is here, there is something I just want to make clear."
Pike spread his legs, grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, and faced everyone with his waist straight.
Seeing this scene, everyone unconsciously straightened their waists and put their hands on their trouser lines.
"We are not in the army here. You can relax... What I want to say is that I came to you because I think you are the best people I know."
"At the same time, I also need a stable high school job. Income. So, I selected you, only 12 of you."
"Now, the first thing you need to find out is who pays you."
"Secondly, don't make any remarks about race . No related jokes, no metaphors at all. Otherwise, next time, I will ask him to drive away."
Pike looked at Sean more, making his expression even more embarrassed and a little angry inside.
Didn't he just tell his boss, is it necessary to be so serious?
Could it be that he really became the lackey of the South Koreans?
"Finally, what I want to say is, take this job seriously, and you will not be disappointed in terms of treatment or remuneration."
"Okay, I'm done. Who has questions?"
Pike looked at the crowd, waiting for questions.
"Report."
"Simon, tell me!"
Simon, who has a capable temperament and a serious face, lowered his voice and said, "Can you tell me about the salary and salary first?"
Instructor, 21,000 US dollars per month, two months per year Holidays, 13 salary.
Front-line combat personnel, 36,000 US dollars per month, four months of vacation per year, and 15% salary.
Of course, this is only a rough standard.
In fact, the salary of top personnel will be higher after accurate division.
At the highest, you can even get a salary of 2 million+.
"Wow!"
Everyone wanted to act normal, but at this time their expressions were all out of control.
Everyone's face was filled with disbelief.
Sean, who was previously dissatisfied with Parker's "elbows out", now just wants to get on the job immediately.
Besides, I don't know when the boss will arrive. I don't have the honor to invite him to my house for dinner. The lasagna made by Erin is delicious.
Even industry giants may not be able to meet this salary standard.
So, what reason do they have for not working hard?
With this money, not only can my family live a good life, but I can also feel proud again and live like a normal person.
No longer the "stinky soldier" in other people's mouth.
...
Buzzing
When I received a call from Parker, Li Zhenyu had just finished a dinner party with Kim Beomsu.
Seeing Shu Minxiu's questioning eyes, Li Zhenyu motioned her to go back to the room to take a shower first, and he would be there soon.
"Is the manpower reliable?"
"Reliable, they understand what loyalty is."
Just listen to this. I really believe that Li Zhenyu is too naive.
However, relative loyalty can still be maintained as long as one's own bottom line is not involved.
After all, Li Zhenyu spent a lot of money on this.
[Iron Fist], he never wanted to make money from this company from the beginning.
Its greatest role is to ensure that its business operations are free from any external harassment and threats.
Hiring professional security personnel is a good choice.
But since I have the conditions to set up my own security group, why should I let others make the money?
One is to spend money to help others raise others, and the other is to spend money to help yourself raise others.
Li Zhenyu can still tell which one is more cost-effective.
What's more, after the company gets on the right track, Parker's connections in the military will help.
Not to mention making money for him, there is still no problem in maintaining a balance of payments.
If Li Zhenyu really wants to lose money year after year, then he can just shut it down.
"You have to act quickly, not every time you will be as lucky as Baodao this time."
This time, Baodao's troubles were able to be solved smoothly, thanks to Zhao Yingjun's previous connections.
When he comes back, be sure to arrange for him to have a good few days of fun.
It's time for my yacht to arrive, and it's time to have a party or something like that.
Li Zhenyu hung up the phone and walked to the master bedroom at Jin Baola's reminder.
The water in the bathtub has been put in. He lay down in the warm water with his mind free. Li Zhenyu leaned his head back on the cushion.
"Ah~"
The feeling of being tightly wrapped in warmth is so comfortable.
Late at night, Li Zhenyu, who was lying on the bed and lighting a cigarette, asked casually: "I heard that the issue you submitted passed smoothly last time and won you a lot of support."
"Yes, thanks to the support of all the members."
After two cups Shu Minxiu, who was drinking whiskey, tiptoed back to the bed, handed him the glass that belonged to him, and took the cigarette from his mouth.
"Huh~"
Smoke sprayed toward the ceiling like arrows, and Shu Minxiu rested her head on his shoulder tiredly.
"Zhenyu, it's really hard to be a parliamentarian."
Hearing her emotion, Li Zhenyu said with a smile: "Really? It's better to quit and become a lawyer. I can open a law firm for you."
Shu Minxiu turned around Jiao said angrily, "You know I didn't mean it that way." She
was usually capable and decisive, a model of strong woman in everyone's eyes, but now she was like a canary to a petite sweetheart.
It's a pity that only he can appreciate this scene.
"It's very hard for people to live, and some people will be reviled even after they die. Compared with them, do you feel easier?"
Shu Minxiu's expression changed, her eyes blurred, holding a cigarette and murmuring: "Tell me, wait for me After death, will people revile or..."
"I think it's more about forgetting."
"In this fast-paced era, no one or thing deserves to be remembered."
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