Prodigal businessman!

A living traitor!

This is what Zhang Xiyuan and his wife thought. This bullshit ABC package is full of two words: "Put dry", maybe you will make a small profit, but he will never lose. What convinced the two of them the most is that it looks very "atmospheric".

What helicopters, bullets, guns, artillery...

But if you think carefully, it will not be practical or not. At this price, there are almost few PMC companies that dare to spend so much. The current funds in the Xuanwu Stone company's account are only about three million US dollars, and these are loans. The company is developing rapidly and needs to pay wages, so as not to be able to afford money. As the boss, he is armed by others to ask for salary.

Tang Dao also understood their eyes. He paused the eyes and took the "menu" back with a smile.

"Of course I know that the price may be a bit insufficient, but the profit itself is small. If there is no money, the bank under my name can still provide commercial loans. Is this matter tomorrow at the meeting, Mister, is the dinner ready?"

"It's done." Mister nodded with a smile. His smile also became more and more like a profiteer. He said to Zhang Xiyuan and the others, "Two, the conditions in Somalia are limited, so we can only eat in the cafeteria."

"It's okay, it's okay." The two shook their hands.

"Please." Tang Dao stood up and took them and the group went to the cafeteria with a chat and laugh.

The staff of the canteen has also expanded. The chef is Lao Chen, and his dark son is a helper, and he also costs 400 US dollars a month! He also hired 7 other chefs, including all kinds of chefs. Therefore, when Zhang Xiyuan and others saw Mapo tofu, pepper crab, boiling mutton, etc., they were particularly kind.

"Mr. Tang, your company has Sichuan cuisine chefs?"

"It seems that there are several employees of Sichuan origin, right?" Tang Dao looked at Mister, who nodded, "There are three."

Tang Dao smiled and said, "These three guys are used to eating their hometown dishes, so we found a Sichuan cuisine chef. The food must be eaten well. Otherwise, my brothers are unhappy. Wouldn't I be the boss be dereliction of duty? Hahahaha."

It's indeed a big dog!

Zhang Xiyuan felt extremely bitter in his mouth, so the three employees found a Sichuan cuisine chef and asked in a low voice, "How much will it cost this month?"

"The expenses are about 80,000 US dollars a month in the cafeteria. We also have a small bar. Everyone has a quota for the drinks per month, about 200,000 US dollars. Of course, whether it is a cafeteria or a bar, if you want to eat well, then you will add extra money. Basically, we have three dishes and one soup." Tang Dao said casually, as if he was thinking of something, and said to the little angel, "Go to the bar to get a bottle of brandy."

"No, no, no." Wu Changsong shook his head, "No need to drink."

"You finally came to Mogadishu once. This time we welcomed us, we could eat some casually. The food will be good tomorrow night. I asked someone to enter Jinxiu lobster from Australia. They were all over 80 cm to entertain guests, hahaha."

Tang Dao also gestured. If this was said from others, it might be a show of flaunting, but why did Zhang Xiyuan become more and more envious of him the more he listened to it?

The employees of this savior company are almost better than those of the middle class. No wonder they have a good reputation in the mercenary industry. Welfare treatment determines the employees' attitude towards the company.

Several people were joking, Brandy was drunk and drunk. Zhang Xiyuan and others allowed the bodyguard to support him to the dormitory. Tang Dao also burped and stood up with the table. His feet were also swaying, almost weak. Mister and the little angel next to him hurriedly supported him.

"boss?"

"It's okay, I'm not good at drinking." Tang Dao quipped with a blushing face, "But I can't walk with my head back." As he was about to walk, he saw the chef-in-law Chen just walked out, and Xiao Heiwa followed behind. Seeing the two, Tang Dao smiled and gave them a thumbs up, praising the good food. The little angel and Mister smiled helplessly.

The boss drinks too much and talks too much.

"Boss, I have something I want to tell you." Old Chen said embarrassedly and touched Xiao Heiwa's head. "I want this kid to study. I have been scrambling in the kitchen and have no future."

"Yes, I'm good at studying at this age, and the conditions in Somalia are not good. Where do I want to go? France, Germany, and the United States?" Tang Dao bent down and said to Xiao Heiwa. The latter looked at Lao Chen and hardened his neck, "I want to be a mercenary!"

"Uh?" Tang Dao was stunned, and Old Chen was also stunned. When he reacted, he cursed, "Damn it, bastard, you are a mercenary. If you can get a bullet in your body, you will be like a hero."

"I want to make a lot of money."

Old Chen was so angry that he wanted to beat him up, but was stopped by Tang Dao. He looked at Xiao Heiwa with a stubbornness, "Are you short of money?"

Little Heiwa lowered her head and didn't say anything. This silence made Old Chen want to take off his shoes and whisper on his face.

"If you don't have an education, you can't be a mercenary."

"Does mercenaries still need education? I want to be as powerful as Mr. Mister..." Little Heiwa raised his hand and said.

Mister interrupted and interrupted the other person, saying coolly, "Mister is a law student at the University of Pennsylvania, and I am preparing to study for a Ph.D.

Well…

Tang Dao also looked at him in surprise. He hid so deeply? This Penn Law School is ranked seventh in the United States. He is still a top student? No wonder he nicknamed "Judge".

Although Xiao Heiwa didn't understand the meaning of this school, it sounded so awesome. He suddenly mutely looked at the little angel, who said in a deep voice, "I graduated from the Garibaldi Army Cavalry School and have the first grade of the student in this period."

This was even more embarrassing. He looked at the boss again, and Tang Dao smiled and shrugged, "Stanford University."

Just because he was afraid of a silence in the air, Tang Dao was afraid of hitting the other party, so he touched Xiao Heiwa's head, "If you think that as long as you learn to shoot, then you are just cannon fodder for this world, but if you learn to build guns, you are changing them to this world, and learning can make you understand the world, rather than waiting for time to pass in Africa."

Tang Dao patted his shoulder and said to Lao Chen, "If you think clearly, you can come to me. I am happy and hope to witness history." After he said that, he left the cafeteria and left Lao Chen and the others.

When I left the cafeteria, the cold wind blew and shivered.

"Mister, what if we set up a scholarship within our company?" Tang Dao said with a sudden inspiration. "Our employees also have children, some of them have families that are not very wealthy. We can fund the outstanding people to complete their studies, and of course, provide our company with follow-up talents."

"Boss, I'm afraid this expense is very large." Mister frowned. The boss is addicted to charity? When will the PMC industry provide scholarships? It is unheard of that. This industry itself is a very dangerous industry. The large investment in a certain employee also means that the future may not be able to recover the capital.

Tang Dao didn't care, "I just need my employees to ensure that the tasks are completed on the battlefield, and I will complete the things on the battlefield for them, and they don't have to worry about them." He paused, "And, my plan has requirements. I will give out 10,000 US dollars to the company first. Only those who pay the money can enjoy this treatment. The company only bears the proportion. For specific purposes, I will ask professionals to plan a plan."

What a familiar routine?
Chapter completed!