1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 105 I want to treat Zhang Sheng to a cigar

"Boss, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Imperial Center.

Li Junsheng came to hold a regular meeting in the morning. Seeing that the big boss was listless, he couldn't help but said: "Why don't you postpone the meeting for two hours?"

"never mind."

"After the meeting, come with me downstairs for a couple of runs."

Zhang Ziwen was traveling around for a while and had to meet with several departments.

"OK."

Li Junsheng smiled.

In the conference room.

Zhou Minghua said: "Boss, one hundred new employees have been settled on Hong Kong Island. Wang Jinjin volunteered and is willing to take 20 brothers to Africa as military consultants, including 13 old employees and seven new employees."

"There is a staff member who has served as regimental staff and can provide good military advice."

Zhang Ziwen nodded happily.

"Send a promotion letter and appoint Wang Chengcheng as the project manager in Congo, and then appoint three team leaders."

Zhou Minghua smiled and said, "Okay, when will we set off?"

"Within three days."

Zhang Ziwen turned to look at Liang Minye: "The company is about to have more than 1,000 employees and urgently needs a more complete salary system."

"Based on professional resume, company contribution, and length of service."

"Strive to achieve one salary per person."

Liang Minye nodded slightly: "Yes, sir."

One person, one salary will not reduce personnel expenses, but each salary will have certain ups and downs.

Could do fairer.

"I want to review the contract once it's signed."

Zhang Ziwen wants to create two lines for the clerks in the field department, one is the management line to advance to the rank, and the other is the contract line to accumulate service years and increase wages. This is an industry where the blade licks blood, and you must give enough money!

The method of giving money should be able to convince the public.

Zhou Minghua added: "Boss, the team stationed at the transit airport in Central Africa and Libya has also been selected. The leaders are two guys from Team B, and the rest are all new brothers."

"Old brother still prefers to stay on Hong Kong Island."

Zhang Ziwen smiled and said: "It's understandable, but Madam."

"Sir."

Liang Minye responded.

"The hardship factors of employees stationed abroad must be taken into account. In addition to salary, the company's service experience in difficult areas in the future will count as two years. Every quarter, the human resources department will send someone on a business trip to roll call."

"Bring some gifts, food and drink, don't let your brother feel cold."

Zhang Ziwen said.

"I understand." Liang Minye nodded.

"By the way, the finance department will spend 100,000 US dollars to build an expat camp for the brothers in the Congo. It should be equipped with full-time doctors, nurses, weapons depots, independent power generation devices, and water storage systems."

Zhang Ziwen said: "The dormitory conditions are better, single room."

The financial manager has the obligation to control the company's revenue and expenditure. He just wanted to persuade him, but then he thought about the company's abundant cash flow and simply agreed: "No problem, but isn't 100,000 US dollars enough?"

"Just hire a local doctor, not an American doctor."

Zhang Ziwen glared at him: "That's enough!"

The financial manager grinned and said, "That's enough if the boss says it's enough."
The standards for expatriate camps are actually based on those of peacekeeping camps. However, currently there are only a small number of people on the advisory team. One hundred thousand dollars is enough to live comfortably. If you make more money in the future, you can expand the camp and add equipment.

When necessary, people can be sent in immediately to carry out long-term tasks.

You can't always live in a nigger's military camp. Chinese mercenaries must have their own houses.

"Boss, the offices on the eighth and seventh floors have been sorted out, the seats and file cabinets are in place, the monitoring equipment has been installed, and the rest of the equipment has been completed. When will it be moved downstairs?" Li Junsheng asked. "It's considered a housewarming. Just look at the almanac to find a nearby date."

The company now has three floors, totaling 70,000 square feet. The company headquarters has less than a hundred employees and the office space is spacious.

After all, you are a person who does international business. The company is a face, and when you walk in, you must let customers feel its strength.

After all, it is impossible for the company to move AK47s, tanks, and airplanes into the building, and all subordinate employees are working outside the home.

There are not many places where the headquarters can show its strength, and every place must spend money well.

"Boss, what are you going to do after the ninth floor is vacated?"

Li Junsheng smiled.

Zhang Ziwen thought about it for a while. There is a monitoring center on the eighth floor, which is responsible for the internal monitoring of the three floors. There is a staff restaurant and lounge on the seventh floor. After the ninth floor is cleared, only two director offices, the personnel manager's office and the secretary's office will be set up. And the boss's front desk, plus a reception room and a conference room, there is still a lot of space.

Zhang Ziwen felt a little sore in his back, and suddenly thought: "Let's get a gym and an indoor shooting range."

"When I'm busy with business, I can still do some daily training. If a customer wants to experience it, taking it to the shooting range to fire a few rounds will be more suitable for signing a contract."

Li Junsheng thought of a gym, but he really didn't expect an indoor shooting range. He was very interested when he heard this: "Of the companies with indoor shooting ranges on Hong Kong Island, our fist should be the first one."

“When doing international business, what does a shooting range count?”

Zhang Ziwen clicked on the table and said: "It's not a power if you don't build a military base!"

A month later.

Two transit airports were completed.

Zhou Minghua took a plane and then transferred to a passenger ship. When he arrived in Congo, he successfully received the air cargo of arms. Not long after, materials and goods from the mainland were delivered one after another, and boxes were hoisted onto the freighter and headed to Baston.

Hong Kong Island is calm.

No one knows that a Chinese-owned company has opened up an international business channel overseas and is continuously earning funds to support its headquarters.

New Territories, Tsing Yi, Golden Harvest Studio.

Liu Dehua had just finished a literary performance, and his assistant immediately brought a lunch box: "Brother Hua, take a bite first."

"Thank you very much."

Andy Lau took the lunch box and handed it to Wu Mengda, who played the role of Lard Boy: "Brother Da, eat my share."

"it's not good."

Wu Mengda naively refused.

Although the lunch box purchased on the set is one for each person, and everyone from the director to the extras eats the same, some celebrity assistants will buy nutritious meals.

It was made clear that Liu Dehua paid for this himself.

Hua Zai smiled and said, "I've become a little fat recently. I only plan to eat one meal. There's nothing wrong with it."

"Thank you, Brother Hua."

Wu Mengda was reluctant to buy nutritious meals. Knowing Brother Hua's character, he took the lunch box and ate it happily.

At this time, the assistant came forward and handed over a document bag: "Brother Hua, there is a person outside who claims to be a screenwriter from Leda Film Company, and he will send you a script on behalf of their boss."

Liu Dehua's expression changed slightly when he heard the signboard of Leda Film Company. When he took the document bag, his hands were trembling slightly. He did not open the document bag and gritted his teeth and said, "Ayin, let's finish work and have dinner together?"

Zhu Yin politely declined: "Sorry, Liu Sheng, I have to go home to cook for my boyfriend tonight."

"Awen has returned to Hong Kong?"

Liu Dehua's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Well, I've been back for more than a month." Zhu Yin grinned.

"Can you ask Zhang Sheng to come out with you?" Liu Dehua asked.

Zhu Yin knew that Liu Dehua was a client of Brother Wen, but he did not make the decision without permission. Instead, he said, "I'll make a phone call and ask."

"Okay."

"I haven't seen Mr. Zhang for a long time. There is a box of Cuban cigars given by a friend, but I can't taste them." Liu Dehua said with a smile, "I just wanted him to help me taste them, and we can catch up on old times."

Zhang Ziwen received a call just after the meeting, and he couldn't help but frown: "Reminiscing about old times? I haven't had three meals in total. If you have any old memories to talk to me about, and you want to invite me to smoke a cigar, you must be in trouble!"

(End of this chapter)