1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 100 Emergency training to show to the boss
"Brother No. 100, all of them participated in the Vietnam Counterattack and have more than five years of service experience."

Zhao Jianjun lifted the box in his hand. Li Yongbin and Wen Youtian both had the same box, which contained the files of a hundred retired soldiers.

When Zhang Ziwen comes to the mainland this time, he is expected to recruit a hundred field staff first.

Enter the room.

He pointed to the table and asked the clerk to put down the materials, and asked, "Did you make it clear what you were going to do?"

"I just said that the Hong Kong boss wants to recruit people, and the brothers all know it." Zhao Jianjun said honestly.

"Ah."

Zhang Ziwen was noncommittal.

All must be veterans with combat experience who know what business to do without being blind.

"In three minutes, let them go to the hotel door to complete the collective five-kilometer training." Zhang Ziwen came to the window and looked down, raised his hand and looked at the Rolex on the bowl and said: "All those who exceed 25 minutes will be eliminated."

"Qualified candidates need to be signed and guaranteed by the recommender and can be directly included in the company's list."

Recruiting people on a large scale requires some unconventional means.

Zhang Ziwen decided to adopt a guarantor system and let old brothers guarantee newcomers.

"If the newly hired brothers do anything that harms the interests of the company within five years, the guarantor needs to be responsible for solving the problem." Zhang Ziwen glanced at the brothers in the room and made his words clear: "You don't need to pay, but you Gotta get rid of people.”

"You decide how many words you dare to sign."

Subtle changes appeared on the faces of Zhao Jianjun and Li Yongbin.

The list of 100 people has actually been screened by them. Their personal qualities and service experience are absolutely true. Many grassroots cadres have even retired. Who will introduce how many people and who will be appointed? There have been no less than seven or eight discussions and hundreds of phone calls. .

Everyone wants to make people rich with whom they are close and have good friendships.

There is only one security company in Hong Kong that hires Chinese people!
There are hundreds of thousands of veterans in Guangdong Province alone, and more than 10,000 of them have combat experience. There are more wolves than meat, so it is necessary to choose only one from a hundred.

It is also reasonable to add some human sophistication.

Zhang Ziwen knew what a few people were thinking, and he was busy recruiting people for the company without paying a dime of head fees. He hoped to make money with his own people.
This is the normal thinking of ordinary people. Many labor-intensive industries, such as textile factories, steel plants, etc., do not have the "township party" to help and guide them, so it is really difficult to recruit enough manpower. PMC companies also need a lot of people, and they rely on pulling and pulling. Help.

But PMC is different from ordinary industries. It is okay to bring the township party and welcome it with a raised hand, but if something goes wrong, the leader must come out and take charge.

"it is good."

Zhao Jianjun agreed.

Li Yongbin said: "I understand, boss."

Wen Youtian, Qiu Shaoze and others also nodded.

"I'm not trying to embarrass you, it's just that the company has management needs." Zhang Ziwen said sincerely: "I will definitely give priority to recruiting the people you recommend. If there is a lack of recommenders among the qualified clerks, they can first work in the Hong Kong Island Security Department for one year. The inspection period is over, and those who want to make a lot of money in Africa can apply to be transferred to the Field Service Department."

"Do your part and make some money. It just so happens that the Hong Kong Island Security Department is also short of manpower."

Zhao Jianjun smiled and said: "Bosses can give brothers opportunities to make money. Whether they are in Hong Kong or abroad, brothers will be attentive."

"Emergency gathering downstairs!"

He took out a walkie-talkie, pressed the communication button and shouted: "Five-kilometer training, quick, quick, quick!"

"Roger that!"

A veteran put down the walkie-talkie and looked up to see a hundred brothers with different looks, wearing singlets and eager expressions filling the banquet hall.

"Emergency gathering!"

A wolf howl echoed through the hall. Hundreds of veterans stood up suddenly and rushed to the door.

Zhang Ziwen soon saw a hundred veterans wearing green singlets, standing together with unified temperament and capable movements, gathering at the door of the hotel and lining up to start the five-kilometer training.

Although the sweatshirts they wear are all military-style, the numbers of their respective old units are printed on the backs. Some of them have the words "Year", which represents the year of enlistment. It can be seen that they are souvenirs bought at the military service station.

Zhao Jianjun took the initiative to apply: "Boss, I'll go down and keep an eye on them."

"it is good."

Zhang Ziwen waved his hand: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Boss, take a rest first." Zhao Jianjun and others left the hotel.

Zhang Ziwen crossed his arms and lit a cigarette in his hand. He looked at a group of veterans practicing on the street. It was obvious that they were different from the handsome young men. Many of them were already in their twenties or even early thirties.

But a powerful ability seems to be reawakening, and it is a pleasure to watch them practice.

Many citizens on the street would also stop and watch the veterans move forward along the highway.

"Madam, sort out the personnel information."

Zhang Ziwen handed one hundred files to Liang Minye who accompanied him.

The company already has an office in Guangcheng, which is responsible for recruiting staff for the security department.

Although Zhang Ziwen had never been to the office, it did not prevent Liang Minye from using manpower to organize the files. She readily agreed: "OK, BOSS, give me a day."

A person's file can contain hundreds of words, but Zhang Ziwen only needs to know the unit they served in, their specialty, and their military rank at the time.

"By the end of the year, the security department will be expanded to 600 people, and the field service department will be expanded to 300 people. The company is already close to a thousand people." Zhang Ziwen made a rough estimate in his mind. A company with a thousand people is not a small one. On Hong Kong Island Only Pioneer Company and Yingjie Company have thousands of employees.

This time he came to Guangcheng not only to recruit people.

Because, simply recruiting people already has a human resources department. With the support of money, the company is not only expanding in size, but also has a complete department structure.

A branch has been registered in the mainland, and the business category is cleaning services.

"The news that eighteen Cadillacs escorted a BMW into Guangcheng should have spread like wildfire long ago, right?"

Zhang Ziwen lay on the bed and rested.

If you secretly recruit a hundred veterans in the countryside, the local retirement office will not be able to react for a while.

But a hundred veterans, including many non-commissioned officers, were summoned to the provincial capital.

The director who manages the records of veterans has not responded yet, so he will be criticized.

Perhaps Zhao Jianjun and others would arrange for a hundred brothers to wait in the hotel, with guidance from relevant personnel behind the scenes. Although the veterans worked hard for him, their political consciousness was very high.

Foreign bosses are number one.

Domestic.
Zhang Ziwen will not overestimate himself. After all, veterans make money to live a good life in China. Sometimes, it is reasonable to communicate with acquaintances, and it can also facilitate his contact with the people above.

"Ding ding ding."

"Ding ding ding."

The landline beside the hotel bed rang.

Zhang Ziwen answered the phone and was met by Liang Minye's clear, melodious and royal voice: "Boss, the Foreign Trade Bureau is calling. There is a symposium for Hong Kong businessmen that they would like to invite you to attend."

(End of this chapter)