Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 398 Cutting in line
"It seems that the competition this time is very fierce, and our company does not have an advantage."

The craftsman frowned slightly. In the PSC industry, everyone knows Aegis Defense (ADS) and G4S. In the PMC industry, everyone knows TCI, Military Career Resources Inc. (MRRI), and DynCorp. These companies are benchmarks in their respective industries and are evergreens.

"No, I don't think so. In fact, our advantage is very obvious."

Sean shook his head, he didn't agree with this statement.

"Do you think you can rob those well-known big companies in the industry?"

Diana looked at him with curiosity. She didn't understand where Sean's mysterious confidence came from. There were more than just Deyang International present today. At least she had seen cars from several well-known PMCs such as MRRI, South African EO, Armored Group, and Shamrock Jungle.

"Do you know why they become mercenaries?"

Sean asked with a grin after hearing Diana's words.

"Of course it's for the US dollars. It can't be for the excitement of going to the battlefield."

Diana blurted out as a matter of course. There was no need to explain this question. Maybe some people just like the feeling of adrenaline rush on the battlefield, but more people only know how to go to the battlefield and kill people. If they want to earn US dollars, they have no choice but to become mercenaries because this is their advantage and the only skill they have.

"Yes, they choose to be mercenaries in order to earn US dollars. Even after they are discharged from the army, they pick up their weapons again and fight for their lives on the battlefield. Our salary and benefits are our competitive advantage. We offer more than any other PMC!"

Sean is absolutely confident in these aspects. The welfare benefits provided by White Dove Security Company to its employees are unmatched by any PMC company in the world. To give the simplest example, in the entire PMC industry, no matter which company it is, their ordinary employees' monthly basic salary plus various subsidies and benefits and performance of completing tasks all add up to only about 5000 US dollars. The ordinary employees of White Dove Security Company, that is, the lowest level, have a basic salary of 5000 US dollars. If various benefits and performance of completing tasks are added, the monthly income may reach about 8000 US dollars, which is almost catching up with their instructors!

Upon hearing this, the craftsman and Diana fell silent. Sean was right. The salary and benefits of White Dove Security were at the leading level in the entire industry. Since these retired soldiers chose to become mercenaries and join a PMC, White Dove Security was undoubtedly the best choice.

Special personnel have been arranged outside the parking lot to register and guide each company into the venue. Behind a long table sit a dozen soldiers in German military uniforms. They are the staff in charge of this event.

The area in front of the table is now very lively, with dozens of men in suits and ties surrounding the table. These people are all heads of various PMC companies. Even though they are wearing suits and ties and look like successful entrepreneurs, the smell of war dogs in their bones cannot be stopped, and the same is true for Sean himself.

This scene looked a bit funny. A group of butchers with blood on their hands were dressed up like successful people, and talked like civilized people with smiles on their faces.

"It's hard for me to imagine that every dollar that every person here earns is stained with blood."

Diana sighed meaningfully.

“When the barbarians become civilized, they look like a humorous oil painting, which makes people laugh and cry, because the barbarism in their bones cannot be covered by clothes, of course, including myself.”

Sean laughed self-deprecatingly, then straightened his collar and walked towards the table: "Let's go, let's go register too."

Diana behind him chewed over Sean's words carefully, then shook her head and followed. The craftsman said nothing. To him, whatever Sean said was what it meant. He was just a bodyguard anyway. Apart from protecting Sean's safety, he didn't need to worry about anything else.

"Hi, Madam Ensign, can you please sign me in?"

Sean did not choose to line up. There were no big companies here anymore. The remaining ones were just mediocre companies. On this occasion today, they were undoubtedly at the bottom of the food chain. Neither Baige Security nor the entire RFG Group needed to be humble to them.

As for the bottom layer,
"Hey, man, you can't do that, you're cutting in line!"

A white man was waiting in line and it was finally his turn, but Sean cut in front of him, which made him very unhappy.

"Sir, it seems that you need to convince this gentleman first before I can help you. Of course, there is also the person behind this gentleman."

The female second lieutenant, who looked to be only about 20 years old, watched the scene with great interest, a typical person who enjoys watching the fun.

Anyway, the Olympic Center is heavily guarded today, and no one dares to cause trouble here, otherwise they will be ruthlessly kicked out. The PMCs are naturally aware of this, so they are sure that no one will touch this red line and make things worse.

"Well, it looks like all is not going well."

Sean shook his head and then asked the man in line, "Excuse me, sir, which company are you from?"

Hearing this, the man's face turned red. They would wait until all the big companies had finished their procedures before starting to queue up to handle the process. You can imagine what position they hold in the industry.

"Forry Military Resources, what's the problem, you bastard?"

The white man asked with his neck stiffened. He just didn't believe it. Those big companies had already entered the market a long time ago, and the remaining ones should not be more powerful than others.

Working in the PMC industry requires some foresight. It is not difficult for a big company to squeeze out a small company and prevent it from surviving in this industry. The reason is very simple. If you want to make a living in this industry, you will definitely eat the food in hot spots, and the big companies will also take a bite. At that time, it will be very easy to target the employees of your small company, and you can only swallow the bitter pill. Moreover, in terms of orders, others can eat meat and let others drink soup, but if they make things difficult for you, you may not even get to drink the soup.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm from RFG Group."

Sean grinned when he heard that, the size of RFG Group is indeed not comparable to those real leading companies, but it is smaller than those companies, even if Blackwater comes, it is not necessarily untouchable. For these medium-sized PMCs, it can definitely be said to be a head start.

"You... hum!"

The white man's face turned black, and the people in the queue behind him who had just started to make a fuss also fell silent temporarily. Many of them are based in Africa or the Middle East, and the RFG Group is a well-known and domineering entity in these two places, especially those PMCs whose main business is in Africa. Everyone knows how terrifying the power of RFG is, and the reputation of being the mastermind of Mali's Z-change and the manipulator of the situation is not in vain.

"It looks like they've been convinced by me. Can you help me with this now, ma'am?"

Seeing this, Sean smiled and ignored the man next to him. He turned his head and asked the female major behind the table.

"Of course, sir, I'll do it for you right away."

Seeing that the two sides did not fight, the female lieutenant couldn't help but help Sean register with some regret.

"Company Name?"

"White Dove Security."

"Peace?"

The female lieutenant looked up at Sean in surprise, then continued to ask: "Legal person of the company?"

"Sean Liang"...

After completing the registration, the female lieutenant started operating on the computer.

"White Dove Security...Registered in Dubai, Class A, Booth...No. 7. Come with me, Major Ruth. I'll take this gentleman to the booth first."

The female second lieutenant greeted the female major next to her and walked out from behind the table: "Come with me, Mr. Liang."

"Thank you, just call me Sean."

Sean nodded and took the craftsman and Diana to follow behind him to the booth.

The further they went inside, the tighter the security seemed. There were three checkpoints to enter the venue. Sean and others only successfully entered the venue after three rigorous inspections.

"It seems that the German Ministry of Defense takes this very seriously."

The tight security doesn't look like a veterans' job fair at all. It's even more stringent than that of the Olympics, giving people the feeling that the event is an exaggeration.

"I can't help it. Berlin has been a bit unstable lately. You probably don't know that there was a gunfight early this morning. I heard that more than 30 people died at the scene, and the attacker has not been found yet."

When the female lieutenant heard Sean's complaint, she shrugged and explained, but her tone seemed to carry a hint of excitement and regret, which made people a little confused.

"That's such a sad story. May they be well. God loves the world."

Sean pretended to make the sign of the cross with a compassionate look on his face, as if he was really mourning for the deceased. Diana and the craftsman twitched their lips when they saw it. They had never seen such a shameless person.

"Ok?"

Who knew that the female lieutenant suddenly stopped and stared at Sean, which made Sean feel creepy.

"Ma'am, what can I do for you?"

Sean was a little confused and an unnatural look flashed across his face.

"You are lying, or rather, your remembrance is not sincere. Even though you are obviously pretending, there is always a bloody smell of viciousness in your tone. And although you look compassionate when you speak, there is no mercy in your eyes. The subtle twitching of your eyes also shows that you are just acting subconsciously. This shows that this behavior has become your instinct. You are always pretending to be a good person."

The female lieutenant stared at Sean with burning eyes, her tone full of certainty.

Is this little girl so awesome?

Sean was extremely surprised. How could he observe so carefully?
"Uh, okay, maybe you're right, ma'am, but it doesn't really matter, does it?"

Sean shrugged and didn't dwell on the issue.

Embarrassed when your disguise is exposed?
Actually not. He has always been thick-skinned. No matter what the situation is, he will never be embarrassed, let alone such a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning.

"Well, it really doesn't matter. I just don't understand why you guys pretend to be kind when you are all vultures."

The female lieutenant stared at Sean with a curious tone.

"It's simple, because everyone likes kind people. Even the most vicious people still hope that everyone in the world is kind. Kindness is the passport to civilization."

Sean said seriously.

"Well, you didn't lie this time."

The female lieutenant nodded, her tone still very firm. She seemed to have the skill to tell at a glance whether the other person was telling the truth, or in other words, her observation ability was very meticulous.

This made Sean want to poach the other party. What a talent she was, and she observed things so carefully. If he took her with him when negotiating with others in the future, he would be invincible.

"Okay, this is your company's booth."

Sean looked up and saw that the booth was not small, nearly two hundred square meters. A long table was placed in the middle and several stools were neatly arranged. Although the overall style was simple, it was very much in line with the military style.

"Thank you for showing me the way, ma'am. I don't know your name yet?"

Sean smiled and thanked him.

"My name is Angie, Angie Sidlin, you can just call me Angie."

Angie introduced herself.

"Okay, thank you for leading the way, Ms. Sidlin."

After responding to the other party, Sean directed the craftsmen to pull up the banner, which included part of the salary and benefits written out.

For example, things like monthly salary of 5000-30000 US dollars, and the highest income of 5-10 US dollars per month were written very conspicuously. He also specially marked that 5000-30000 US dollars is the basic salary without any benefits. This is extremely attractive.

In a word, it is nothing fancy, all the salary and benefits are real. The main thing is that he can't make it up, this salary and benefits are definitely the best in the industry. If it is more fancy, it will not only appear too fake, but will also definitely lead to boycotts from other companies. The current RFG cannot cope with the boycott of so many PMCs, including large companies such as Deyang International. If it is just some small and medium-sized companies boycotting him, he will not be afraid at all, and can even directly say that everyone here is a playboy.

"Hey guys, is this salary package real?"

Just as Sean and the craftsman were busy, a voice suddenly came from the side.

A tall bald man who looked to be about 1.96 meters tall walked over. He was wearing a suit and had the temperament of a suit thug.

(End of this chapter)