The Savior Company has implemented a work number system, and there is also a basic salary commission. For example, Philip Greg, the basic salary is between 250,000 and 350,000 US dollars per year, which is slightly higher than that of front-line mercenaries. There are also job subsidies, such as consultants and leaders also have certain allowances.

But if every employee wants to make a lot of money, he has to "sell" the company's packages and products. For example, this time, Philip Greg won this order and could get a commission of about 150,000 US dollars.

This is also a huge sum of money. Before the millennium, this commission was the income of middle- and upper-class families in the year.

Of course, Philip Greg was concerned. He wanted to recommend a few more packages, but obviously Minister Hardy was not a fool, so he finally chose a slightly cheaper one, which happened to be stuck at the minimum consumption.

"If it's fine, I'll let the base prepare. Minister Hardy, you placed two Tu-95s and 4 kh-55 Kents, right?" Philip Greg finished speaking and muttered, "This is a huge loss. The price of kh-55 is 150,000 US dollars in the black market."

His voice was deliberately said so that the other party could hear it. This was a routine, so Hardy understood that you have made a lot of money!

In fact, this thing is all made from wholesale and is not worth much. It costs about a train-skinned daily necessities to exchange for more than a dozen or twenty cruise missiles. This thing is really cheaper than cotton now.

Of course, you have to have a channel.

Hardy nodded, "Yes."

I completely exposed Philip Greg's words, and when I didn't hear them, as long as I pretended to be crazy, you wouldn't get the benefits from me.

The current rebels can still obtain these millions of dollars. The basic ancient province, the important eastern town of the Hutu tribe, is a very sharp area with conflicts in issues, but the corresponding benefits are also many. Gold and diamonds alone have been confiscated.

Poverty is just for the people, for political systems and countries, this does not exist. Rights are wealth, and this is true everywhere.

Seeing Hardy signing, Philip Greg immediately had a smile on his face, "Sir, you made the right choice. I think it won't take long before the enemy in front of us will be defeated."

"Hope so," Hardy said.

After he looked at the work of the advisory group here, he left. He still had something to do. After he left, the other members of the advisory group in the bunker also expressed their happiness and wanted Philip Greg to treat him.

"Guys, I'll share this money with everyone. After all, we're a group." Philip Greg suggested with his hands spread out.

The advisory group was quiet and then cheered.

Appropriate distribution of interests can make the team more active. Everyone is making money. Is it really relying on personal charm?

"Green, send a request to the base."

"clear."

When Minister Hardy returned, the top leaders of the Rebel Army were having a meeting. When he conveyed the news to others, everyone looked at him with a surprised look.

"Oh my God, Hardy, what are you doing? It's not Zimbabwe, it's US dollars. You decide without discussing it with us..." The black man sitting on the right side of the door, wearing a pair of glasses, said dissatisfied.

"Mr. Calvinga, you don't understand what war is except for meetings and publishing some articles every day. I think you should go to the front line to see that our soldiers have suffered heavy casualties. If we rely solely on us, we may not be able to engage in high-intensity local wars." Hardy was still very educated. He spoke one by one, and scolded others and said the other person's face was gloomy.

This is to scold him and you will know that you are blind.

However, fortunately, Hardy has many supporters and smart people know that the path to choose is definitely not based on his mouth, so even if Kamavenga feels uncomfortable, he can only hold it in.

But he looked at Hardy with such a hideous look.

The power of the rebels has long lost Kamavenga. He even felt that Hadi's existence was an important stumbling block to delay his negotiations with the Hutu tribe. Maybe he had to be eliminated!

Get rid of him!

After this idea appeared in my mind, it took hold of it. With his head down, Kamavin held his pen tightly. This atmosphere made everyone in the Rebel Army feel it. He looked at Kamavinga, then looked at Hardy, who was expressionless, and sighed slightly.

It is all for the future of the Tuan tribe, why can't we work together? What exactly caused this situation?

right!

There are so many "filial sons" who compete for the ownership of the ragged hut.

However, at least the control is still in a good direction. Under Hardy's strong request, the funds quickly arrived at the Savior's corporate account as soon as possible.

The money is in place, the eagle sauce... John's dried cow is useless.

This is the purpose of the Savior Company. As long as you give money, you can be my father.

For more than an hour, the air strike came, standing on the balcony, looking up at the sky, the roar of the engine above was loudly sounding unscrupulously above his head.

Hardy didn't feel a little happy, but felt sad.

It turns out that his country is so backward that any kind of person can hover over his head and then bombard him, but he is actually an "accomplice", which makes Hardy, who is inspiring to change the entire country, feels deep despair.

It turns out that this is not simple.

Hadi, who is also a bit literary, originally wanted to be a teacher and an artist, but reality forced him into a politician. He also knew Kamawenga's thoughts and his desire to control him and the rebels.

"I won't let you succeed, Kamavenga." Hardy's eyes flashed with determination.

The literary youth style is just a pathological self-comfort. Men never need this, politics does not need it, and this country does not need it.

Perhaps, how will Rwanda’s history comment on itself in the future?

A bad guy who uses any means?

Or, a perseverer of noble faith?

boom!

The city exploded, and the air strike plane dropped bombs. Hadi could hear the screams and screams inside. The Hutu tribe's air defense system was not here at all and was laid out in a major northern town. There was no way, so he could only be beaten up.

In less than ten minutes, Hardy's eyes saw the bomber coming back. He looked at the watch and whispered, "It's so short? You can see it beautiful even if you set off a firework, but the 5 million US dollars sounded.

But then, he saw that the stalemate in front of him was suddenly shaking, and the rebels hiding in the bunker rushed forward.

Bang!

Hardy held the railing on the balcony tightly, looking excited!

$5 million…

It's so expensive.
Chapter completed!