Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 400 Ulla!

Dawn stood in front of the MRRI booth and lit a cigarette. He looked calmly at booth number seven, then looked away as if nothing had happened. However, it was unclear whether he was really so calm in his heart.

"Hey, Dawn, we're just gonna sit there and watch?"

A voice suddenly came, and a man in a suit and tie walked over, frowning and looking at booth number seven, his face looking a little distressed.

"Otherwise, do you think you can do something? If that's the case, I can give you some support. You guys in the Clover Jungle should be able to deal with him, right, Walker?"

Dawn turned his head and glanced at the other party, completely unmoved. Thinking of using him as a gun, this guy from the Clover Jungle was obviously overthinking it.

"Damn it, how can they support such good welfare benefits financially? With such big ambitions, isn't he afraid of being starved to death?"

Volk did not take the ball. He originally planned not to instigate Dawn to do anything, but to plant a thorn in the other party's heart. He saw clearly the conversation between Dawn and the other party just now. Although he was not clear about what both parties said, it was always a good idea to plant a thorn in the other party's heart. Maybe it would be useful someday.

As for instigating the other party to cause trouble for Sean now or to cause trouble yourself?

No one would have such an idea unless they are a fool. Everyone can see how strict the German Ministry of Defense is today. If anyone dares to cause trouble at this time, the best result is to be kicked out. If it is a worse result, he will never get an invitation letter in the future. That is definitely a loss. No one is stupid enough to do this. Although most of their employees come from the US military, it does not mean that they do not need retired soldiers from other countries.

Not to mention the guys at other booths around. Even the industry leaders didn't say a word. What could they do? Although they were reluctant to admit it, Baige Security could beat them with one hand.

The sudden influx of people kept Sean and the other two busy. For these retired soldiers, Sean checked their information and accepted all of them as long as they were qualified. For him, employees were consumables, the more the better. As for saturation, as long as there were wars and unrest in this world, it would never be saturated.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he should have brought a few more people with him. There were too many people coming for consultation. It was really too much for just him, the craftsman, and Diana. Moreover, the efficiency was too low.

"Hey, gentlemen, don't worry. I have prepared a lot of contracts. Everyone has one. Even if they are all used up, we can always make up for it later."

Sean's head hurt from all the noisy retired soldiers. This feeling was even more tiring than going to the battlefield and facing the enemy, but he was also in pain and happy.

After today, the RFG group will no longer be dominated by the Cossacks, but will automatically have an additional faction.

German school!
Although their numbers are still far less than those of the Cossacks, as long as more time is given, they will be able to reach a balance with each other, and then he will not have to worry about Russia making trouble.

……

"It's finally over!"

Around 1:30 p.m., Sean slumped in his chair in an ungraceful manner. The craftsman and Diana beside him were not much better. Today, White Dove Security could be said to be the biggest winner besides Asgard.

"Boss, this is more tiring than having to fight ten lawsuits in a row. Damn it, why don't you bring in a few more employees? The three of us are doing the work of at least ten people. Fuck, this is not my job at all. You have to compensate me. Of course, if you are willing to pay with your body, I think I would be very happy to do so!"

Diana was still maintaining her image to some extent, after all, she was a woman with an idol burden. However, her complaint completely destroyed her image. She swore at him without stopping. At the end, she even winked at Sean in a seductive manner. Her plump figure and seductive words made the craftsman's eyes almost pop out. But she had no attraction to Sean. He only liked young and beautiful girls. He did not like older girls like Diana, no matter how good her figure or temperament was.

"Damn it, even though I'm reluctant to spend my dollars, I've always been generous to my own people, don't you know that?"

Sean shrugged. He was a very manly man. It was impossible for him to pay with his body. Don't even think about it. It was impossible in this life, unless Diana was 20 years younger or more.

"Does it look good?"

Diana noticed the craftsman's burning gaze, lit a slender ladies' cigarette, and gently blew a puff of smoke at him. Her expression was so wanton.

"is it nice……"

The craftsman felt embarrassed when his crime was suddenly exposed by the person involved. He was a rough guy who only knew how to fight, how could he have experienced such a battle? What's more, the boss was right next to him. He felt a little embarrassed and couldn't let go, and even stuttered when he spoke.

"You guys chat, I'll go take a look around."

Sensing that the craftsman was a little hesitant, Sean took the initiative to stand up and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry."

After leaving a few words with a hint of profound meaning, he turned and walked towards the colonel who was leading the team.

He has always been an open-minded person and he would not ruin the good deeds of his subordinates. Of course, there is another point. Now is the time to strike up a conversation with the colonel. He remembers that Major Lucas said last time that a colonel was in charge of veterans, and the colonel leading the team today was also a colonel. It is very likely that they are the same person. Perhaps he can get to know him briefly first, so that when they meet formally, he will be better prepared and the chances of reaching a cooperation may be increased.

"Mr. Sean, congratulations, you have made a great harvest today."

Seeing Sean coming, Colonel Klaus, who was leaning against the front of the car smoking, smiled slightly on his cold face and congratulated him.

"Thank you for your compliment, Colonel Claus. I feel obliged to do my part to help Germany solve the problem of veterans' employment."

Sean smiled and gave a very professional yet somewhat shameless answer, a typical example of someone who takes advantage of others.

"Haha, it can be seen that Mr. Sean is a kind businessman with a sense of social responsibility. It would be great if there were more people like Mr. Sean in the world." Colonel Klaus did not dwell on why the other party could call out his name. After all, Major Lucas had brought Sean to him in advance and wanted to get to know him or even reach some cooperation. It was not strange that the other party could recognize him at a glance. At most, he had a good memory, that's all.

"Of course, I have always believed that as a businessman, we should have a sense of social responsibility, which is the foundation of being a human being."

Sean said this, but he had already complained in his heart. He didn't know if this guy understood him or not. If there were more people like him in the world, wouldn't it be a mess?
"Yes, it seems that we have a lot in common. I look forward to sitting down and having a good chat with Mr. Sean. But I'm curious, since you offer such high benefits, doesn't your company have any financial pressure?"

Colonel Klaus nodded seriously, and then asked with a little curiosity. He had also heard about Sean's welfare benefits. How to say it, it was impossible for him to be tempted. He was only 36 years old this year. As long as he didn't make any mistakes in the future, promotion to general was almost certain. But for those retired soldiers, this unique welfare benefit was definitely a fatal attraction. But the problem also lay here. With such a high salary, could he really make some money?

"Colonel Claus, you misunderstood. Our company's main business has never been PMC, so as far as finances are concerned, as long as there is no loss, even a small loss is not unacceptable."

Sean shook his head, he never thought about making money from the PMC industry, the main reason why he created White Dove Security and kept it until now, and even recruited more employees, was to protect the entire RFG Group, and to be able to take the initiative when facing some enemies. This was particularly important. Whether it was in YLK at the beginning or in Mali later, the reason why he was able to quickly gain a foothold and even have the final say in the local area was because of the existence of White Dove Security Company, otherwise he might have been swallowed up without even a bone left.

"Oh, so that's how it is. I think I understand."

Hearing Sean say this, Klaus suddenly realized that the person standing in front of him was a guy who had just seized guns and vehicles in Venezuela some time ago, and his main source of income was arms!
"But thank you for your generosity, sir. The benefits you provide to your employees allow me to leave them to you with confidence."

Then Klaus expressed his sincere gratitude again. After seeing the benefits provided by Sean, he felt a little unbelievable.

Oh my god, is this guy a philanthropist?

"Yeah, of course. Our entire RFG Group upholds the humanitarian spirit. I know that they don't know anything except the ability to kill enemies on the battlefield. They work hard for me, so I will naturally treat them well."

Sean grinned. This was always his explanation for this. But in fact, if he did not have such unique welfare benefits, it would have taken an unknown amount of time for the company to grow to its current size. It was even a question whether he would have used those Cossacks in the first place. In other words, it was even a question whether he could have recruited so many outstanding employees from Joseph's brokers when he started out.

It's a very simple logic. We are all fighting on the battlefield. I have good enough skills, so why shouldn't I choose a company that looks more reliable instead of your makeshift team that doesn't even have a decent base?

The veterans' employment conference officially ended with the conversation between the two. After agreeing on a time, they left the venue separately. Most of the heads of PMC companies had ugly expressions on their faces, but they could only curse "Chinese guys" helplessly.

There was no way. Sean robbed most of the people, and the rest went into the arms of those big companies. Some of these guys didn't get anything at all, which was equivalent to working in vain. It would be strange if they could feel happy about it.

Even Dawn, who had agreed to have a drink together after the event, seemed to have selectively forgotten about it and left without even mentioning it. But Sean didn't care. It would be good to have an ally, but he wasn't afraid of not having one. They were all PMCs and were competitors.

Back at the hospital, standing at the door of the ward, Sean and the other man looked a little heavy-hearted. Diana knew what was going on and stood quietly by their side.

At this time, the injured rat and python should have woken up. Sean straightened his collar, took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and the craftsman followed closely behind.

The sudden sound of the door opening woke up Jin Dun and others in the ward, and also attracted the attention of the rat and python on the bed.

"Boss..."

The python was fine, but the mouse seemed a little excited when he saw Sean. He tried hard to support himself and get up.

Sean quickly walked to the bedside, supported him, and gently pushed him back: "Mouse, don't get too excited, heal your wounds first."

"Boss, I...I can't get better..."

The mouse's lips trembled when he heard this, and his tone was filled with death and despair: "I... am useless... I have become a useless person..."

As he said this, he shed tears and burst into tears. He had lost a leg and would never be able to pick up a weapon to face the enemy again. For an excellent soldier, this was definitely more serious than the sky falling.

"Listen, mouse. No matter what, at least you are still alive. Your life has not been taken away by God. As long as you are alive, there is hope!"

Sean gripped his shoulders tightly, his tone deep.

"hope………"

The mouse nodded, then shook his head, trembling dejectedly: "But I have become a waste, a waste, there is no hope..."

"Fuck! There are no useless people in RFG. I never accept useless people. Losing a leg is nothing. What's the big deal? As long as you are willing, you can get a prosthetic limb and become an instructor in the bodyguard department. You are still excellent and can train more excellent bodyguards for me!"

Hearing this, a glimmer of hope seemed to ignite in the mouse's eyes, and his face trembled.

"The adversities of life try to block you, the challenges of the body try to break you, but remember, mouse, as long as we are alive, not even God can destroy us. The Cossacks will never compromise with fate. Even if we are physically disabled, we will still charge forward with our heads held high. RFG always looks forward to your return!"

Sean held out his palm and said firmly: "I'm waiting for the day when you stand up from the hospital bed and return to the company, Ulla!"

"Hurrah..." the mouse murmured softly, then raised his arm tremblingly and held Sean's hand.

(End of this chapter)