1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 33 Account sharing and stud

"How is it? What's Mr. Zheng's attitude?"

Zhou Minghua had been drinking tea in the lounge. When he saw Zhang Ziwen dragging his suitcase out, he lowered his teacup and stepped forward to ask.

"I got the money."

Zhang Ziwen was smiling all over his face.

"It's all cash."

Of course cash is good, but that's not what Zhou Minghua asked. He said with concern: "I'm asking about your company's business."

"Give me an order."

"Can't catch it."

Zhang Ziwen told the truth and elaborated in the elevator. Zhou Minghua couldn't help but regretted: "What a pity. Those gold and diamonds are still worth some money. I just gave them away to earn a favor."

Favors are valuable, but they are not as valuable as cash.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at Zhou Minghua, smiled and said nothing. Uncle Zhou was not stupid at all, but maybe it was because he was old and short-sighted in doing things. In his opinion, leaving a favor was more valuable.

Although, you need strategies and conditions to realize a favor, and it is impossible for outsiders to help you for no reason.

But with his vision and ideas, there are actually many opportunities to leverage Director Zheng.

Zhou Minghua's idea is not wrong. It is a manifestation of seeing many changes and seeing many storms.

Later, Zhang Ziwen drove the money to the Empire State Building and called Zhao Jianjun and Wang Jinjin to share the money.

When the zipper of the suitcase opened, revealing bundles of Hong Kong dollars, Zhao Jianjun and Wang Jinjin could not help but swallow their saliva and looked at each other with excitement in their eyes.

Although I already knew how much money I would get, I thought it was a full 4.5 million Hong Kong dollars in front of me.

The impact would be dizzying, not to mention the gold-mining flag soldiers from the mainland, even middle-class families would be so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

However, Zhang Ziwen squatted down, grabbed the Hong Kong dollars one by one, threw them into a black plastic bag, and said: "Originally, I thought we should wait for Deng Weiguo to come back and share it together, but the sooner we get the money, the sooner the brothers will feel at ease."

"I will personally deliver Deng Weiguo and Li Daxi's share. As agreed, the bonus company will take 30% and then divide it into six shares, totaling 630,000 for each person."

"Including the gold and cash found at Ye Jihuan's house."

He had just counted a bundle of money worth 10,000 Hong Kong dollars, with an HSBC paper bag on top.

With sixty-three Hong Kong dollars put into the bag.

Snapped.

A black bag was thrown at Zhao Jianjun's feet.

"Take the money."

Zhao Jianjun picked up the bag, and the weight in his hand was very real. He didn't know whether to say thank you or turn around and leave. Finally, he nodded and said sincerely: "Thank you, boss."

"You earned it with your life. What do you thank me for?"

Zhang Ziwen refused to express his gratitude, took out another 630,000 yuan, put it into another bag, stood up and handed it to Wang Jinjin: "Put it away."

"Thank you."

Wang Jinjin took the money and bowed to thank him, showing great respect.

At this moment, at least in Wang Chengcheng's mind, Zhang Ziwen had broken away from the ranks of his employers and was considered a boss truly worthy of allegiance.

There is only one way in the world to make someone give up.

Continuously give benefits.

In business, you make people rich.

"Okay, I still have to deal with some company matters. Let's treat everyone to a celebration banquet at noon." Zhang Ziwen lifted up his watch and took a look before starting to see off the guests.

"You guys think about what to eat and get something good. Now you are rich. Stop asking for money."

Wang Jinjin laughed and said, "Okay." "Boss, let's go out first."

The two took the money and left.

Zhang Ziwen then divided the remaining money with his uncle. Since he had told Zhou Minghua in advance that the bonus would be settled in cash, he paid HKD 1.13 million to Zhou Minghua on the spot, leaving more than HKD 1.7 million for Zhang Ziwen. People's income.

This includes the remaining 20% ​​of the company's water withdrawals and a dividend of 630,000 yuan.

In the whole incident, Zhou Minghua's resources were very important. They were worthy of the income of 1.13 million. Zhang Ziwen's income was even more, but there were company costs and risk costs, so it was natural that the income would be the largest.

Zhou Minghua packed the money in a backpack, lit up a cigarette, and sat on the sofa in the office. His fat face was filled with laughter: "Awen, I really read you right. You did a great job alone in the first place. Let's do the next one." Big Riot doesn’t have to worry about funds anymore.”

This money can not only make up for the losses from the last trip to the Netherlands, but can even leave some funds to improve the family. First, enroll each child in a cram school.

So that the yellow-faced woman at home can be happier.

Zhang Ziwen was leaning on the boss's chair, wearing a very smart suit, and said in a calm tone: "The company is a start-up, a small business, and there is a huge funding gap if we want to expand. We can spend more than one million yuan without any restrictions."

"First of all, the company has to recruit people. Both the white army and the black army have to expand their manpower. Otherwise, if there is an order coming, how can it be received without the manpower? Secondly, the personnel need to cooperate with the training. In this operation, one of the six people was killed and one was injured. It’s still a gangster like Ye Jihuan.”

"It looks majestic, but in fact it is just a street rat. It cannot stand up to the public. In the future, when it carries out real military operations, local rebels will kneel down, let alone regular troops, even if they encounter international mercenaries."

"The cost of training is not small."

Zhou Minghua also looked thoughtful and had to admit that his boss was right.

Because gangsters are just a bunch of rubbish, and club gunmen are rubbish among the rubbish. The PMC company's target opponents are never gangsters or gangs. Those are at most a way to make extra money in the early stage.

Therefore, Zhou Minghua and Zhang Ziwen dared to charge with a few veterans, and only one of the six was injured. Besides luck, they relied on the quality of the personnel.

However, when encountering a Pioneer Company with good personnel, the men and horses immediately suffered casualties, which extremely highlighted the dangers of insufficient training.

Black Jack is just the C-group team of Pioneer Company.

Pioneer Company has no explicit rules, but the hidden rules still use group order to indicate the strength of the team.

"After I expand the manpower, I plan to have the whole company start training immediately, and at least form two action teams." Zhang Ziwen said: "With this money, we can spend a lot of money to lay a good foundation. Anyway, the company's reputation has been established, so we don't have to worry about making money." Not enough money.”

Although it is impossible for everyone he meets to say that Ye Jihuan was killed by himself, the scandal will definitely spread, and indirectly it can help the company get a lot of business. At least the reputation will make it easier to accept orders.

The current manpower is definitely not enough.

"Boss, please think clearly."

Zhou Minghua reminded: "Bonuses come quickly, but there aren't that many big names in Hong Kong who get a bonus, and you may not get one every three to five years."

"You will definitely not accept the bonuses for assassinations by local societies, and most of the bonuses for overseas assassinations will not be our turn." This kind of orders are usually digested by local gangs. The last time Cai Ziming's order was on Hong Kong Island, it was because he was in Hong Kong Island offends people.

"Why don't you slow down and buy a property first? The property market keeps rising, so you need to use money to sell it."

“What’s the point of speculating in real estate?”

Zhang Ziwen said with a smile: "Who the hell is speculating on real estate and buying them one by one? Of course they made a lot of money, scanning the properties one by one."

"hehe."

Zhou Minghua smiled and said nothing. All the people in Hong Kong were speculating on real estate, and no one was able to sweep up properties one by one.

That's not property speculation.

It's a developer.
But he didn't know that the mainland could.

"By the way, do you want to take Zhao Jianjun and Wang Chengcheng to the property market? Let them spend the money as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to return home with the money." Zhou Minghua frowned: "They can't use it. It’s pretty easy.”

How to tie up talents?

It has always been one of the problems that company owners worry about.

Zhang Ziwen smiled and said with a grin: "No need, even if they leave, they will definitely come back. How can people look at small money when they make big money? And I really hope they go back to their hometown."

"Even the smugglers can dig them out. How many fierce people can they dig out with their military connections? Those old family members watched them move hundreds of thousands of real money back, and no one could help but want to come and take action. ah!"

(End of this chapter)