I want to be a warlord

Wang Zhen's words made Golden Retriever frown more and more.

At the beginning, according to Wang Zhen’s idea, workers’ wages were calculated based on an hourly wage of US$0.13, or US$8 for eight hours. After one year, the per capita income exceeded US$1.04!

If you are willing to work overtime, your income will be more, which should reach about 500.

It’s really quite a lot. You have to remember that in the 80s, the salary of domestic workers was only 30 RMB.

At this time, South Sudan’s per capita GDP is only over 200 US dollars!

As we all know, per capita this thing is really at the bottom, not even half of it. What's more, the main income of South Sudan is the sale of oil, accounting for as high as 93%. This income is directly divided up by the major tribes and the South Sudan government, and it cannot fall at all. On the bottom of South Sudanese people.

Even if money creates some added value through circulation, the amount is very small because a lot of it is consumed on arms. Besides, among the major tribes, who has not deposited large sums of money in foreign banks.

Just because a country is poor does not mean that it will receive...ahem.

The Taliban adheres to the fundamental doctrine, and women are not qualified to receive education. However, women from high-ranking Taliban families receive higher education abroad...

According to Wang Zhen’s understanding, the living conditions of these people in South Suzhou, at least around Najishot, are more similar to Mongolia in the nomadic era. Most of their daily necessities are obtained from cattle and sheep. You can produce it yourself and almost never ask for help from outsiders.

Only in this way can we still survive with such a low income.

But this state is really incompatible with today's society and is being broken bit by bit, especially after the signing of the peace agreement.

Closer to home, the hourly wage set by Wang Zhen was actually more than three times the current per capita income of South Sudan. However, Jin Mao was not satisfied at the time and felt that Wang Zhen was exploiting too much.

What the hell is an hourly wage of 0.13?

Jin Mao said at the time, "0.13 or 0.25 actually has little impact on future income, but if it can increase the income of people here, it is considered as doing something good."

Jin Mao had said this, and Wang Zhen did not refute it. At that time, he considered that it would be better if the people had money to consume and promote business, which would be better than relying solely on their own support for development now.

Now Wang Zhen said that the trouble may have been caused by them giving too much money, which was completely unacceptable to Golden Retriever.

Seeing Jin Mao's appearance, Wang Zhen shook his head, "There once was a rich man who dropped $5 every day when he passed by a beggar. The beggar would thank him. This went on for several years, but one day, the rich man went bankrupt... …”

Hearing this, Golden Retriever was silent. Of course he had heard of this story.

"Okay, don't look like you're dead." Wang Zhen stood up and punched the golden retriever with a smile. "This is something that society must experience in its development. Besides, it may not be true. Maybe they were really beaten for urinating in the open. I feel resentful."

"Before, I never understood why many big companies would sometimes take measures that looked stupid at first glance. Now I understand!"

"It's probably fucking intentional, just to dispel the unrealistic illusions of employees. The company is not a charity, and exploitation is the essence!"

……

"Has he not responded yet?" In a villa in Najishot, an old man with a bald head and a missing piece of his left ear asked with a frown.

It is said to be a villa, but it is more like a self-built three-story building in a rural area that has been enlarged seven or eight times, or a three-story small shopping mall in a county town.

Even the chief's family here has a very large population, and they all live together. There are dozens of families, plus some guards. The small area is really not enough.

"There is no response." Another old black man of about the same age said: "What should we do? Let people make trouble again?"

"It's difficult. They have all fired. Unless we also fire, the people below will not dare to continue making trouble." The old man with missing ears said with a frown.

"It's definitely not possible with a gun!" Another old man said, "They will definitely open fire directly, and things will get really big."

"If you make a big fuss, make a big fuss. They are foreigners after all, and we are the South Sudanese. He is killing our people on a large scale on our land. It is reasonable for us to go to Congress!" an old man said loudly.

"Didn't he kill too many? There were hundreds of corpses we saw alone. Did you see he stopped?"

"Those are all terrorists, of course they don't count as human beings!"

"What about the more than 200 people from the Salvation Front!"

"That's... that's... why, you are giving up when you say that. The Chinese have arrived and will start large-scale construction soon. By then, all the people in Najib Saud will have to work for them in Glorious Defense. !" The old man shouted with wide eyes: "You, you, you..."

The old man pointed his finger at a circle of people and said, "At that time, will the people in the tribe still listen to you?"

"Without these people, who will raise cattle and sheep, and what will you eat?"

"Or should you let your whole family work in his cement factory in the future, and earn $2 a day with the servants!"

When the old man asked this question, everyone fell silent.

Isn't that why they gathered here?

At first, everyone was happy to see the emergence of Wang Zhen. After all, it brought a large amount of funds. Although not many landed directly in Najishot, there were several million dollars in a few months, and they followed suit. Made a lot of money. But as Wangzhen employed more and more people, they gradually realized that something was wrong.

Najishot has a population of more than 6000, but the young male labor force is about 1200.

(PS: South Sudan is a hyper-child society, with the population aged 0-14 accounting for as high as 44%.)

Now one-third of them are working for Wangzhen, and this is before the cement factory and hydropower station are started.

If this trend continues, when the Najishot labor force is insufficient, they will inevitably draw labor force from the tribes they control.

Most of Nansu's population is controlled by tribes, with only 20% of the population in cities.

(PS: Our country is 64%)

It is an exaggeration to say that his family members are asked to work in the cement factory. As tribal chiefs, a large part of the value created by each person in the tribe is occupied by his chief. Wang Zhen is indeed poaching their flesh.

Good fortune is hard to give up!

Besides, seeing that there is great development in Najishot, and the benefits are all taken by Wang Zhen, how can they, local cowards, remain indifferent.

Take my land!

Use my people!

Mine my mine!

But don't give me money!

There is no such truth in the world!

When things have reached this point, there is no right or wrong. They must have a 'collision' with Wang Zhen. They cannot give up so easily.

"What are you afraid of?" The black old man said loudly again: "Even if a large-scale conflict occurs, can Wang Zhen still kill us?"

"At most, the people below will be killed or injured. We must let him see our determination. This is Nansu, where our ancestors have lived for generations!"

After the old man finished speaking, the old man with missing ears looked around and said, "I agree, what about you."

"agree."

"agree."

"agree……"

At this point, six large tribes near Najishot have reached a consensus, which represents the will of more than 6 people nearby!

A large-scale conflict is brewing...

……

What happened yesterday was nothing more than a minor disturbance here in Wang Zhen, and he didn't take it too seriously. With the arrival of all the domestic teams, everything had to be put into motion, and he was very busy!

"I'm looking for you to talk about the glorious defense." Jin Mao temporarily suppressed the depression in his heart and talked about the business.

"What happened to Radiant Defense?"

"It's also a salary issue." Jin Mao sat down and cursed a little irritably: "Salary, salary, managing a company is so damn annoying!"

Wang Zhen laughed loudly. Since ancient times, power and money have been the most harmful to people's hearts.

"Now the salary of the company's employees is divided into several levels. Except for a few of our company veterans, the basic salary of Chacup and the others, including Bigfoot and Skua, is US$4000. Atul, Kazimi, and Harry, the 32 Iraqis, have a basic salary of US$1500. Abed and other South Sudanese earn a basic salary of US$1000.”

"There are two problems now."

"First of all, everyone does the same thing and has the same chance of survival on the battlefield, but the salary gap is huge. Just because you are Americans and came from the US military, how many times my salary do you get?" Jin Mao spread his hands and said, "The time is short. No problem, but over time... we have to fix this."

Monks from outside can chant sutras. Wang Zhen has seen this kind of thing in China a lot, and everyone is used to it, but it is an ordinary company after all, and PMC is a special industry!

In Imperial Bastion, employees are divided into P1-P4 grades, but the monthly basic salary difference for each grade is only 300, and there is room for upgrade. Although Brilliance Defense is very prosperous, it is just a grassroots team compared to Imperial Bulwark.

"What do you think?" Wang Zhen frowned. In recent months, his focus has been on other things, so he really ignored this question.

"Learn the Empire Barrier and set the grades, but the minimum salary..." After saying that, Jin Mao was a little embarrassed, "Even if it is 3000 per month, based on 150 people, the monthly basic expenses alone are as high as 45 US dollars, plus tasks Subsidies, off-site subsidies, food, accommodation, equipment, training, the annual expenditure will exceed 700 million!"

"This does not include the ammunition consumption during the war!"

"And 150 people is obviously not the company's upper limit!" Jin Mao sighed, looking very depressed.

When he was at Imperial Barrier, he was extremely dissatisfied with many things in the company, such as medical care, equipment, logistics, salary, casualty allowances, etc... In the eyes of Golden Retriever, isn't human life the most precious?

Those are all comrades who live and die together!

What’s wrong with spending more money!

But now, he has become the vice president of Guanghui Defense, and he has to manage the company while Wang Zhen devotes more energy to external and other businesses.

He felt that his heart was contaminated!

In his heart, he wants to give everyone better treatment, but money doesn't allow him to do so!

The development path of Guanghui Defense is completely different from that of other PMC companies. It has basically no income. In the past few years, it has relied on other industries to supplement its blood, but in recent months there has been no income.

If this continues, I really can’t bear it! (End of chapter)