I want to be a warlord

Chapter 135 The Radiance of Radiant Defense
"Do you think Feisal can really soar into the sky?" asked the donkey on the way back.

"How do I know?" Wang Zhen said indifferently as he laid the chair flat and put his hands behind his head.

"Ah?" Donkey said with a troubled face: "But I listen, there is nothing wrong with your statement. It will definitely be recognized by the CIA and get financial support."

"Yes, it's definitely possible." Wang Zhen tilted his head and looked at the donkey, "But what does this have to do with soaring into the sky?"

"Didn't you say that?"

"I believe you when I say it, and I said I'm not angry."

donkey:! ! !
His expression gradually distorted, and he stretched out his hand to scratch his face. After holding back for a long time, the donkey said with a sad face, "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

"Okay." Wang Zhen agreed very simply.

donkey:! ! !
Can you be a little sincere!
Now, the donkey can't tell which of Wang Zhen's words is true and which is false.

The donkey sniffled, and suddenly began to miss the golden retriever.

How good it was when Golden Retriever was the captain, he made jokes about Golden Retriever, at most he beat him up, but now, when will this worrying day end?

The mind has been greatly traumatized.

"Does Feisal have no chance at all?" The donkey was at a loss for words.

"There is a high probability that there is no chance. His character is not tough enough. It's good if he doesn't make a lot of effort. Once he is really made to make some achievements, Ace will definitely attack and kill him. It will depend on his luck."

"Then why are you telling him so much?"

"Do you think Feisal trusts me?"

"Sure, he almost got on his knees and kissed your boots."

"So, if there is a military need, he will definitely think of us at the first time, order, man, it has been a week since the last mission, who knows when the next mission will be available, don't you want to make money? "Wang Zhen was thinking of hitting two shots with or without dates.

Of course, if Feisal really worked hard to achieve results and escaped the first wave of assassinations, it would mean that his fate was still quite strong, and Wang Zhen would not stand by by then.

The donkey glanced at Wang Zhen secretly, and clicked his tongue twice. It's better to be a worker, and there will be stable income no matter what.

Being a boss sucks.

……

On the first day, he educated Faisal, on the second day, he invited John to drink, and on the third day, he chatted with Salah.

Wang Zhen wanted to sell Korn Ferry International immediately, but the problem was that he had only been in Iraq for half a year. With such a large network of contacts, he couldn't be too active, so he could only wait like this.

In the beginning, Wang Zhen was able to maintain a calm mind. After a week, the donkey and the poet enjoyed leisurely every day. They occasionally went to a place outside the city to shoot a few shots to keep their hand feeling. The rest of the time was spent eating, drinking and having fun. , but he couldn't sit still any longer.

After getting off the car and standing in front of the Imperial Fortress branch, Wang Zhen sighed heavily.

"Didn't you say that you shouldn't rely too much on imperial barriers?" the donkey poked its head out from the driver's seat and asked.

"Did I say that?" Wang Zhen slowly turned his head and looked over with a blank expression.

"No!" The donkey replied immediately.

After the Xiaoben incident, the donkey pleaded several times, and finally reached an agreement with Wang Zhen to work as a driver for Wang Zhen for the next month, in exchange for Wang Zhen not to retaliate against him in the future.

"It's for making money, it's not shabby." Wang Zhen rubbed his face, changed into a smiling face, and walked in.

……

"Why do you have time to come to me today?" Darryl asked with a smile as he slumped to the side of Wang Zhen.

"Let's be free." Now that he has decided, Wang Zhen is no longer reserved, and said directly: "I have been idle for half a month, do you have any tasks?"

"Tasks? Yes!" Darryl pointed to the large stack of documents on the desk, "There are too many, but I don't think you will look down on that kind of task. It's dangerous, and the commission is low. They are all middle- and lower-level people. Only mercenaries will take on the task, the P1 team will not do this kind of work."

"The problem is, I'm a low-level mercenary now." Wang Zhen pointed to himself and said.

"Okay, you can do the research yourself, and I'll leave it to you if you approve it, and the company doesn't take a cut." Darryl said generously.

"So good?" Wang Zhen got up and walked over, leaned on the desk, reached out and picked up the top document and looked through it, "Mosul participated in the war, $100-150 per person per day, Shit, what kind of mission is this?" ? Where did it come from?"

Turn to the last page, which bears the seal of the Iraqi government.

"Since June 2014, 6, when Mosul was occupied by the 'Islamic State', the Iraqi government has given every PMC company in Iraq every month, and every mercenary group has received this document, a long-term mission, It is valid at any time, and you will be paid when you go, and you will be settled on a weekly basis." Darryl Nunuzui said.

"Has the Empire sent someone?" Wang Zhen asked.

"Of course we have to give the Iraqi government some face." Darryl continued: "One round every half a month, 30 people each time, this task has no profit, and it's not bad if you don't lose money."

"Who are those people fighting over there?"

"There are many, mercenaries from Southeast Asia, Africa, Eastern Europe, South America, and local Iraq. $100 a day is quite a lot for them, especially this kind of long-term tug-of-war mission, which can effectively fill in the gaps in their missions. , It also includes food and lodging, which can save them a lot of expenses." Darryl said: "If it weren't for these mercenaries, relying on the Iraqi National Defense Forces, the people of Ace and Ace would have entered Iraq long ago."

"Forget it, this kind of mission, I'm still thankful and insensitive." Wang Zhen shook his head, and continued to look through the pile of documents, hoping to pick out some less rubbish missions from the trash.

Open another one, Shimlin City, Salahuddin Province, which is a city between Tikrit and Baghdad, a little closer to Tikrit, and Ace pushed the front line to this place.

At present, the Iraqi National Defense Forces and the local armed forces of the two major sects in the country, also known as militias, are blocking this area and recruiting a large number of mercenaries at the same time.

The battle is fierce, the money is too little, give up.

Continue to browse, oil field stationing mission, 150 US dollars per day, every three months.

Too long, give up.

give up……

give up……

Turning the pages from beginning to end, Wang Zhen sighed, thought for a while, and pulled out a document, mission: Iraqi National Defense Force training mission.

Publisher: Iraqi military.

Commission: USD 5/month/company.

Requirements: Service experience in the regular armies of the five major countries.

"Why didn't you accept this? The income is not bad." Wang Zhen handed the document to Darryl.

"You need to be able to speak Arabic." Darryl glanced at him and said, "There are not many American soldiers who can speak Arabic. You can get a monthly salary of at least 2 US dollars here. Why do you say so?"

"Do you speak Arabic?"

Wang Zhen nodded, and said in Arabic, stumbling, "I know a little bit, I can communicate."

"One person is not enough for you, at least three people are trained in a company."

"Well, Guo can also speak Arabic, which is about the same as me, and the shovel is also learning... I can hear it, and I can do it." Wang Zhen rolled his eyes.

"Okay, do you need me to contact you?"

"of course."

"take me Out to eat."

"no problem."

……

"Why didn't I know I could speak Arabic?" Guo Jingyun looked at Wang Zhen in a daze.

"You've been here for more than two years, don't you know Arabic?" Wang Zhen asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"They have stayed here for several years, and they don't even know Arabic. What's so strange?" Guo Jingyun pointed at the donkey and said to them.

"They are all in contact with the US military. What's so strange, you are in contact with ordinary people, the service industry, and I don't understand how you provide services."

"I can understand it, um... some, but I can't speak it, how can I understand those grammars."

"It's okay to collapse one word at a time, right?" Wang Zhen glared at Guo Jingyun, then turned to look at the shovel, with a smile on his face.

"Don't look at me, I'm just starting to study. I heard from the tutor that there are 1200 million words in Arabic. I already want to give up." Shovel quickly waved his hand. He has to do logistics and must deal with local people, so come After Baghdad, I found a tutor.

Wang Zhen: A bunch of fucking scumbags.

After thinking about it, Wang Zhen had no choice but to come up with a bad idea, "Well, go to interview with people from the Iraqi government tomorrow, go with the shovel, and replace it with shrapnel when training starts."

"Take the exam?" Guo Jingyun was shocked.

"Can you talk?" Wang Zhen said with a straight face, "Isn't the shovel someone from our company?"

……

The next day, several people from Wang Zhen came to an office of the Baghdad National Defense Forces armed to the teeth, reported through the guard, and soon someone came to pick them up.

Before coming, the person in charge of the contact knew that there were two Chinese and four Americans.

In a small meeting room, the two Iraqi military personnel responsible for this mission met with Wang Zhen and the six people. Yes, the shovels also came fully armed, making up the number.

After meeting and exchanging a few pleasantries, Wang Zhen took out a cigarette, "Come on, have a cigarette."

As he spoke, he opened the cigarette case and took out half of it and handed it to someone.

The man looked down subconsciously, and was taken aback for a moment, only the one that was pulled out from a pack of cigarettes was a cigarette, and the others were all US dollars rolled into cylinders.

This is the first time the Arabs have seen this bribery method, which is very novel and hidden.

For some reason, he stretched out his hand uncontrollably and took out the cigarette. With a flick of his finger, Wang Zhen snapped the cigarette case and placed it directly on the table in front of the other party.

The other person next to him looked a little puzzled, and before he could get curious, Wang Zhen had already taken out another pack of cigarettes and handed it over.

Oh! !

A dazed expression flashed across the man's face, and a smile bloomed on his face. He smoked a cigarette, and Wang Zhen put down the cigarette case conveniently.

The two looked at each other, and then looked at Wang Zhen, whatever they looked at was pleasing to the eye.

The money may not be much, but the intention is in place.

Dealing with Chinese is indeed more comfortable than dealing with those Americans and British.

The rest is simple, don't care if it's stuttering, just ask you if it's Arabic!

The recruitment requirements didn't include anything like CET-[-] in Arabic, so why do you say that Brilliant Defense doesn't meet the requirements?
Hearing the name, it looks brilliant in action!
Wang Zhen signed the name of Brilliant Defense on the contract with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)