1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 20 Recruiting troops
"Boss, it takes me time to recruit people, I need money to feed them, and I can take them away with just one sentence. How can I survive?" Daquanxiong turned his head to look at Zhang Ziwen, knowing that he was the real owner, and said: " You are the boss, and I am just a stinky beggar. I am not afraid of wearing shoes when I am barefoot, understand?"

Zhang Ziwen nodded, his eyes falling on the car key on the other person's waist: "It has a prefix, a car, and a building, right?"

"Are you barefoot too?"

He pointed to the young brothers in front of him: "They are the ones with bare feet, understand?"

"If you want to make money, finish this business first. In the future, all the people who will be transferred will look for you."

Zhou Minghua grinned and said cooperatively: "Boss Zhang's company is not just a business, but everyone's pumping license is given to them. If you have money, don't you make money?"

"Or continue to raise them?"

Zhou Minghua's fingers swept across a row of tall, capable brothers.

Daquanxiong exhaled and felt a little unhappy, but he still opened the drawer and took out a stack of documents: "The personal information is all there, let's take a look first."

Zhang Ziwen picked up the materials, sat on the sofa, and read through them one by one. Most of them were four-year recruits.

It doesn't mean that they haven't been trained, it just means that they haven't been on the battlefield.

You must know that after the mainland fought against Vietnam, it also carried out the "Two Mountains War". The artillery fire had just stopped two years ago, and the fists were getting harder and harder.

Unfortunately, if you want to go to Liangshan to train troops, you have to fight for it, and not everyone has the opportunity to practice.

Zhang Ziwen then handed the documents to Zhou Minghua, who took them and screened them, then went to the corner to make a phone call, and finally pulled out more than half of the people inside.

"These people all have criminal records."

Zhang Ziwen glanced at Daquanxiong, and Zhou Minghua even cursed: "Baby, I said I wanted clean new blood, what the hell?"

Daquanxiong gave up the information and lost his previous authority. He said aggrievedly: "You are considered clean if you haven't been to jail. Who knew you would call the police?"

It was also the first time that he saw a client doing back-up work. To a certain extent, the team on display was already elite enough.

Meeting a former superintendent as HR is really bad.

Zhang Ziwen took out five pictures from the materials and gave them to Zhou Minghua. After reading them, Zhou Minghua took out one and said: "I haven't written anything in a year of work, so it's best not to use it."

"Ah."

Zhang Ziwen nodded. He was also afraid that there were agents and undercover agents in the dark army.

Even if someone is recruited, their identity must be verified.

Among the last four people left, one had served in the 11th Army for five years, participated in the tug-of-war in Laoshan, and was a communications squad leader.

One is a four-year soldier of the Shudu District Automobile Corps, who participated in the final round of the two mountains.

One is from the reconnaissance brigade and has never participated in the two-mountain battle, but he has just retired from the army. The reconnaissance brigade has always been known for its rigorous training.

Another one is in his thirties and has directly participated in the Vietnam War, so he can be considered a veteran.

Zhang Ziwen handed the four pieces of paper to Daquanxiong. Daquanxiong lowered his head and glanced at it, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and muttered: "You have picked out all the good stuff."

"Wang Jinjin, Li Daxi, Zhao Jianjun, and Deng Weiguo are on the line!"

The four brothers took a step forward, snapped to attention, and looked away. Among them was the young vanguard.

Dahuan Xiong smoked a cigarette and walked over to the four of them and introduced: "Wang Jincheng, a soldier in the tug-of-war in Laoshan. This is the most brutal battle in the battle between the two mountains. It is dripping with blood! He is also a communications squad leader and knows how to set up Lines, using wireless telegraphy, satellite phones.”

"Li Daxi, from the Automobile Corps, can drive both small and large cars."

This can be considered a talent from the 1990s.

"Zhao Jianjun, a veteran."

"Deng Weiguo has just retired from the army and is a good fighter."

Among these four people, three are from Chaoshan and one is from Zhuhai.

The number of troops transferred to the two mountains was limited, but the people inside came from all over the world. There is no need for Daquanxiong to go north, as there will be no shortage of talents in the south. Zhang Ziwen gave Zhou Minghua a look, and Zhou Minghua took out a roll of Hong Kong dollars from his pocket, took off the rubber band, counted out two thousand yuan, and handed the remaining money to Daquanxiong.

Daquanxiong's face showed dissatisfaction, but he still took the banknote and clicked it.

Zhang Ziwen looked at the four of them and said, "The salary has just been agreed upon. Pack your luggage and come back to the company with me."

"Yes!"

Deng Weiguo immediately saluted, his face flushed. The guaranteed salary of 3,000 yuan per month was more than the army's annual subsidy.

It takes more than a year to work hard in my hometown!

Moreover, this is only a guaranteed salary, and you will receive commissions for missions. It is a job that mainland China cannot even imagine. Young people who have just retired from the army will inevitably be even more excited.

With this salary, it doesn’t matter what I do on Hong Kong Island.

In comparison, Wang Chengcheng and Li Daxi are much more mature.

Although they have not done any work yet, they are brainwashed every day in the stronghold. They have heard many stories about various fellow villagers earning hundreds of thousands after doing one job.

Faced with three thousand yuan, I always feel a bit embarrassed, but it is better to make money than to make no money. I also stood at attention, saluted, and opened my mouth to agree.

Only Zhao Jianjun looked disdainful and shook his head sarcastically: "Sorry, I don't do things for Hong Kong!"

In an instant, Zhou Minghua, Zhang Ziwen, and Daquanxiong were all staring at him, with different expressions. Especially Daquanxiong's eyes were the most fiery, and Zhang Ziwen's demeanor was the calmest.

“I don’t even make money, I’m dizzy!”

Daquanxiong said angrily.

Zhao Jianjun didn't take him seriously at all: "I came to Hong Kong Island to work for capitalists, fight white-skinned ghosts, and make money from them! I didn't stand guard for capitalists and white-skinned ghosts in a security company!"

"This kind of class enemy must be defeated in order to liberate all mankind. I can earn this kind of money cleanly and confidently."

Zhang Ziwen suddenly became dumbfounded, not because he was persuaded, but because he was speechless and looked Zhao Jianjun up and down.

The guess is that Zhao Jianjun is telling the truth, or is bargaining for a salary increase, or simply wants to be a black man and not a white man.

After all, when young ladies come out to sell themselves, they like to talk about treating their younger brothers.

But Zhou Minghua answered the phone, walked to the balcony with his mobile phone, said a few words briefly, hung up the phone, came in and interrupted Daquanxiong's curse, looked at Zhao Jianjun and said: "There are no class enemies, national enemies." No, but there is a big thief who escaped from prison, do you want to do it?"

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Jianjun's eyes were confused and wavering.

Zhou Minghua said bluntly: "Do it or not!"

Zhao Jianjun was afraid of missing out on a big deal, so he hurriedly said: "The enemy of the people is also an enemy. The guy who wants to escape from prison is not a good guy at first glance, so do it!"

Zhang Ziwen thought that the real mother could talk, and she was jealous when seeing money, and she felt a bit like a soldier.

But the basis for the establishment of the black army is to see money. As long as you have the ability and can make money, some minor problems can be tolerated for the time being.

"Just leave if you're willing to do it."

Zhou Minghua looked like he didn't take Zhao Jianjun seriously, but he was really able to control him.

"Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure."

Zhang Ziwen was quite satisfied when he saw Zhao Jianjun putting away his things honestly and following Zhou Minghua away. He made an appointment with Daquan Xiong to see him again next time, and left the room together.

While recruiting people for the company, Zhang Ziwen has already distributed his business cards and asked Sister Lin and Brother Chao Wei to help Zhengxing business.

Zhou Minghua also asked the old man to pay attention to the news on the road. If there is any bonus, he will come to him as soon as the reward is issued.

(End of this chapter)