I want to be a warlord

Chapter 52 Hanging with the golden retriever, hungry for three days...

knowledge is power!

You must have knowledge in your mind, and you will know what to do when you encounter an opportunity!
So, who is Master Huang in this matter?

Who is the county magistrate?

Who is a gentry?

Who are the people?

Looking at Feisal, this is the county magistrate!

Then myself, no, can the sickle team be this master Huang?
Wang Zhen, who came back to his senses, heard Golden Retriever congratulate Feisal perfunctorily, so he stretched out his hand and lightly poked Golden Retriever's back.

The golden retriever coughed lightly, "Wang, tell Feisal."

In a word, everyone looked at Wang Zhen.

"How will Mr. Feisal distribute the money?" Wang Zhen looked at Feisal with a smile.

Feisal grinned. This was the purpose of his visit. Although the Squad was hired by the Foothold Building, the Scythe Squad didn’t care when it came to work. Could it be that the Foothold Building could keep an eye on it all the time?

If there is another attack, if someone slows down, he may die!

Besides, the situation on my side has to be reported by the person in front of me, so I have to win over him well.

There are no magistrates in Iraq, so it is better to care about this sentence now, but Mesopotamia is the birthplace of human culture after all, and there is still no shortage of similar fables in the cultural heritage that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"Fifty to fifty, what does Mr. Wang think?" Feisal said, staring into Wang Zhen's eyes.

Golden Retriever:? ? ?
Donkey and others:! ! !
Is this to give them money?

"Mr. Feisal." Wang Zhen said with a blank expression on his face, "We attach great importance to the fact that you were attacked. After the report was made, a large number of intelligence personnel worked hard for it."

"Another point, our scythe team signed a contract with the military for only 3 months, do you understand what I mean?"

Jin Mao and the others looked at Feisal with a straight face without saying a word: We don't understand.

"What does Mr. Wang mean?" Feisal understood what Wang Zhen meant.

"We only need [-]% of the income during this period!" Wang Zhen gestured.

Golden Retriever and others: But I was shocked!
Feisal nodded heavily, smiled and extended his hand to shake Wang Zhen, "Then thank you all for your care during this time."

"Don't worry, Scythe Squad never disappoints guests." Wang Zhen sent Feisal away with a smile.

When he came back again, when he entered Wang Zhen, he saw Jin Mao and others staring at him, like wolves.

"He wants to share us $35?" the golden retriever asked in a low voice.

Wang Zhen sat on the sofa in a dainty manner, with his head held high, and a "huh-huh" came out of his nose.

"Why?" The Golden Retriever understands what is called a political donation, but he doesn't understand why Feisal wants to give them money.

Pointing to the refrigerator, the donkey immediately ran over with a dog-legged face and took a bottle of Bingkuo and handed it over.

Wang Zhen looked at it with drooping eyelids, "Unscrew it, then you won't have the eyesight to see!"

The donkey's face darkened, "Drink or not!"

"I don't have any sense of service!" Wang Zhen snatched it away, unscrewed it, took a few mouthfuls, hiccupped, and then asked with a smile: "If Feisal is really that capable, Why didn't Ahmad invest in him earlier, why pay now."

"In the final analysis, Feisal took advantage of the United States. We helped him eliminate the attackers, and then found clues about the attackers. This change came from us, or from the United States."

"Ahmed's investment is optimistic about his relationship with the United States, not Faisal himself, at least not now."

"Of course he wants to share the money with us. Besides, we are only responsible for protecting him for three months. After that, he doesn't need to share the money when he receives political donations. Why doesn't he agree?"

The golden retriever smashed it, smashed its mouth, it really made sense after thinking about it, but why didn't I think of it before?
If he really has such a brain, he can at least sit in the position of Daryl, the branch manager, based on his experience of being one of the first batch of people who went through life and death with Mike Maltz.

"Didn't you encounter similar things when you were on mission before?" Wang Zhen asked.

"I should have encountered it. I'm not very clear. Even if this kind of thing happens, it's a special person from the company who talks about it. It has nothing to do with us." Jin Mao thought for a while and said.

Wang Zhen nodded, it is unrealistic for a group of big-headed soldiers who are full of muscles to study how to kill people or spend their days drinking all day.

This is the peripheral development of the task and requires professionals.

"Should I tell the company about this?" Wang Zhen asked.

The Golden Retriever thought for a while and nodded, private work is private work, but this is obviously not, no matter how much money he has, the Golden Retriever can't do such a thing as stealing money from the company.

After looking at his watch and calculating the time difference, Golden Retriever called Cobham and explained the matter.

Cobham listened quietly without interrupting, and finally said: "Since you guys negotiated by yourself, then pay 5% to the company, and the money will go from the Baghdad branch."

After hanging up the phone, Cobham shook his head and muttered with a smile, "This guy has found a good helper, so he didn't spend so much favor in vain."

On the other side, watching the golden retriever hang up the phone, Wang Zhen asked in a low voice, "How should I say it?"

"Turn in half to the company." As he said that, the golden retriever looked into Wang Zhen's eyes and said, "Don't think the company is too much. Without the support of the company, we wouldn't be as free as we are now."

"What are you thinking, of course I know." Wang Zhen curled his lips, "If it weren't for this skin, Feisal wouldn't be so easy-going."

There is still 17.5 yuan left after paying half of it, and the task commission is only 30 yuan.

Besides, for political donations, the first one is the hardest to get, and there will naturally be more later, and there are still more than two months, Wang Zhen estimates that what they have in their hands will definitely exceed the mission commission.

Beautiful!
"This time, you get two shares of the money, and we both get one share, how about it?" Jin Mao discussed with Wang Zhen in a low voice.

"Ah?" Wang Zhen was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "Don't be kidding, you are the captain, you get the same share as everyone else, how can I get two copies?"

"No, the rules are the rules, I'm afraid you think it's too little." The golden retriever patted Wang Zhen's leg with a smile, raised his head and said loudly: "The company takes half of the 35 yuan, and the rest is ours, Wang Zhen." The town will take two copies, each of us will have one, do you have any questions?"

"How much is that?" The donkey strode closer to Wang Zhen, smiled and picked up the unfinished bottle of Coke, "Boss, come, drink Bingkuole!"

Wang Zhen accepted the donkey's skinless appearance, "Not much, only 2.5."

"From now on, Wang, you are the boss!" The donkey said loudly with a solemn face, turned his head and gave Jin Mao a contemptuous look, "Let's overthrow the brutal rule of this idiot, Jin Mao, and elect a new king!"

In a word, Wang Zhen almost burst into laughter, inexplicably thinking of a famous saying: If you hang out with a golden retriever, you will be hungry for nine meals in three days.

Looking up, he saw a sneer on the corner of Jin Mao's mouth, and he came up and punched the donkey twice.

Damn, it's the other way around!

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Chasing, chasing, just received a notice from the editor, the small speaker is out of play, chasing is too hip...

Reader dad, can we not keep books!

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