People are in American dramas, American Iihe

Chapter 239 Felix, melancholy and melancholy
Hear the words.

Good guy!
What did I hear? who I am? Where am I?

Scarlett was dumbfounded, her head stopped moving, and she couldn't feel herself for a moment.

Get rid of the South African regime?

Are you sure you're not kidding?
Scarlett was shocked.

The fact is that the reaction of the bosses was not much better.

After all, this kind of thing is too terrifying.

Ding Ze glanced at the shocked expressions of the bosses, ignored them, and continued.

"Regarding this operation, the CIA and I have basically discussed it. The CIA will provide weapons, venues, routes, helicopters and other materials and equipment for this operation, but will not provide personnel."

"I will prepare the personnel myself. My estimate is that I will need at least 10,000 people to go to South Africa to complete this operation."

"Dongfeng Security is currently recruiting mercenaries from the United States, Britain, France, Japan and other countries. I estimate that the number of mercenaries can reach 2,000."

"Dongfeng Security will dispatch one thousand to fifteen hundred people."

"I hope you can prepare the remaining seven thousand people as soon as possible."

"When we conquer South Africa, South Africa will become another Mexico. By then, the Guadalajara Group will not only be able to earn a lot of money in South Africa, but also use South Africa as a base to radiate to a large area of ​​Africa."

Ding Ze finished speaking in one breath.

All the bosses were silent for the time being.

The entire conference room suddenly fell silent, so quiet that it was almost filled with people.

One second, five seconds, ten seconds...
The boss' throat moved and he managed to make a sound, "Mr. Ding, we have seven thousand people... Isn't it too difficult?"

Ding Ze blew out a puff of smoke, "Is the Guadalajara Group out of money? As far as I know, if you have money, you can recruit people in Mexico, right?"

The boss who spoke was speechless and fell silent again.

At this time, the boss of Juarez said, "Mr. Ding, people are not the problem. The key is that as far as I know, South Africa is very poor, and most people cannot afford our products."

Ding Ze shook his head, "South Africa has ores, diamonds, and oil. After we conquer South Africa, don't you want to do some other business?"

"In addition, after this operation ends, poverty in South Africa will soon end."

"South Africa's poverty is not in the interest of the United States. The United States needs South Africa to develop as soon as possible. Only in this way can the United States obtain greater benefits."

The logic here is not complicated at all.

Hear this.

The other bosses finally came to their senses, and voices started to chirp one after another.

Ding Ze was not in a hurry, sat down, crossed his legs, and smoked quietly.

A group of old men chattered for a while.

Another boss asked, "Mr. Ding, what is the success rate of this operation?"

"It will succeed no matter what, it's just a matter of how much you sacrifice," Ding Ze said casually.

Sacrifice, all the bosses can understand it.

After all, how can you fight without making sacrifices?

"How much do you estimate will have to be sacrificed?" asked a boss.

Ding Ze smiled slightly, "Six to ninety percent."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

hiss~~~
Ten thousand people go, but nine thousand people can't come back?

Damn, this is so scary.

Instinctively, all the bosses looked at each other.

Then, with a tacit understanding, all the bosses made a decision.

"Then we can only spend money to recruit people."

"Each of us is responsible for recruiting a thousand people, so it's not a big problem."

"Give me more money, it's life-saving money."

"Indeed, I think, give one person a hundred thousand dollars."

"I can see it."

Hear this.

Ding Ze almost choked on a puff of cigarette.

Good guy! These bosses are so picky that it’s unbelievable.

One hundred thousand dollars to buy your life?

Although Lao Mo's life was not valuable, it was not so lowly.

And you know, the price Abruzzi offered to those mercenaries was two million US dollars per person.

Ding Ze felt it necessary to interrupt. Otherwise, these stingy people would go back to South Africa to collect 7,000 crooked melons and split dates, which would be a bad thing.

"Ahem, stop, bosses, I don't have high requirements for the 7,000 people you sent out. I don't expect them to be like those professional mercenaries, but there must be at least one basic requirement, which is to be proficient in using guns to blow up orders. .”

"One hundred thousand dollars per person, I'm afraid it won't meet the requirements."

Ding Ze said.

"Mr. Ding, if you can reach it, the person you recruit with one hundred thousand dollars is guaranteed to be proficient in using guns, know how to throw bombs, and even know how to bomb bombs with human flesh," a boss said with a smile.

Ding Ze: "..."

This is crazy.

Lao Mo is indeed worthless.

Ding Ze couldn't bear what he heard. He thought for a while and then said, "Let's do it this way. Since you are the one paying for it yourself, I can't interfere too much. I'll just tell you the conditions for Dongfeng Security to open."

"Dongfeng Security pays two million U.S. dollars per person to those mercenaries. In addition, for every person killed in South Africa, the reward is one hundred thousand U.S. dollars."

As soon as these words came out.

boom!
The conference room exploded.

"Mr. Ding, two million US dollars? In Mexico, two million US dollars is enough to form a suicide squad!!"

"Mr. Ding, you can't throw away money like this even if you have money! It's too exaggerated!"

"Mr. Ding, why don't you give us the money and we'll send you a suicide squad of 10,000 people? We won't do anything about gunfire and just blow up."

"..."

Ding Ze was speechless.

It's outrageous.

It’s so outrageous that his mother opened the door for outrageous things. It’s so outrageous.

"Stop." Seeing these bosses going on and on, Ding Ze felt that he had to stop them and hurriedly said, "Bosses, please allow me to say something."

"The life of the poor is also fate. We still have to accumulate some virtue in our lives, what do you think?"

All the bosses fell silent.

After a while.

"Too."

"Mr. Ding is right."

"I came here from a poor family too."

"But Mr. Ding, we definitely can't afford two million dollars per person."

"..."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "I just said that after arriving in South Africa, Dongfeng Security will reward you with a hundred thousand dollars for every person you kill."

"When you recruit people, count this money."

"It is recommended that you don't think that these people will never come back. Maybe, in the end, 40 to 50% of them will be able to come back."

After listening.

A group of bosses discussed and quickly reached a consensus.

Three hundred thousand dollars per person.

In Mexico, this is already a super good price.

Many people would be willing to die for this money.

Ding Ze still felt that the price was a bit low, but he did not intend to interfere any more, so he nodded, "Okay, then, in order to ensure that everyone's recruitment operation goes smoothly, let's talk about the second reason why I came here this time. .”

Felix was shocked when he heard it.

What was supposed to come finally came.

All the bosses immediately guessed what the second reason was, and immediately turned their heads to look at Felix.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room was really depressing.

Ding Ze smiled, ignored it, and continued, "Mexico City sent so many soldiers to Guadalajara, which is not a good thing for the group."

"I also heard that because of this incident, Mexico City is planning to take action against the specialty business."

"Is this happening?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Felix's face was as cold as frost, his brows were furrowed, and he said nothing.

Among the bosses, some of them liked Felix, so they didn't say much at this time and remained silent.

The remaining boss was different. After looking at each other, there was a voice.

For a time, these bosses' words were like sharp swords, piercing Felix's chest again and again.

Little by little, Felix's always melancholy face became so gloomy that it was about to bleed.

(End of this chapter)