Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 59 Master Ferrari

The man who got off the car, Song Heping could tell at a glance that this guy must be of Chinese descent.

His hair is black...

The face has slightly European features, but also some Chinese features, giving a sense of déjà vu.

Apparently a mixed race.

In addition, he wore a pair of black-framed glasses on his nose, which made him look more bookish.

"Ferrari! My dear friend!"

The cook greeted her warmly, hugged her and gave her two honorary kisses.

The old ghost pushed the cook away and said, "Have you been drinking? The taste is so strong!"

The cook disagreed: "Come on, let's have a few drinks together."

Then he reached out and pulled Ferrari to the table and sat down.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Hann Ferrari. He is the senior commissioner of the Irigo Joint Security Committee and has a doctorate in political economics. He is now the person in charge of our team responsible for company establishment and administrative business processing. To put it simply, Just join the gang!"

After that, he introduced other members including Song Heping to Ferrari.

When Song Heping was introduced, Ferrari's eyes lit up slightly.

"Chinese?"

"Chinese."

"Oh! Fellow!"

He actually said something in Chinese that stunned Song Heping.

"Do you speak Chinese?"

"Of course!" Ferrari said proudly: "I am one-quarter Chinese! A Sino-German joint venture!"

His Chinese has a slight accent, but it's not unpleasant.

"When I heard your name, I thought you were Italian!" Ice Bear muttered from the side.

Unexpectedly, this sentence aroused strong dissatisfaction from Ferrari.

"No! I'm not Italian! Who is Italian? Your whole family is Italian!" Ferrari looked disdainful.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

It seems that Ferrari has a deep resentment towards World War II.

"I asked you why you look so familiar. It turns out you are from the United Security Council!" Bai Xiong said, "Isn't the United Security Council bad? The salary is high, it's easy, and there's a lot of money and money. Why don't you quit?"

White Bear’s question is also a question on everyone’s mind.

If the chef wasn't bragging, Ferrari was really a PhD in political economics. The salary a senior employee with such status would receive from working in the United Security Council was definitely US$20000 per month.

Although it is not as much as the salary of a mercenary, at least he is a member of the establishment, and the harvest is guaranteed despite droughts and floods. What's more, the United Security Council is a fat place. No one with a little power in it relies on a fixed salary. To get by.

This is no joke.

There are currently three committees in Irigo that are the most powerful.

The first is the Iligo Provisional Management Committee, which is the provisional government. They are composed of powerful local tribes in Iligo or former high-ranking officials who have defected to the US army. In the future, they will be the official authority in charge of Iligo.

Next is the Irigo Project Management Committee. The function of this committee is to be responsible for reconstruction work. It is composed of representatives from the United States, Britain and other countries and local representatives. It is responsible for energy projects, urban construction, etc. It is actually a spoils-sharing committee. After all, those who come to participate in investment and reconstruction are British, American or Among the enterprises and chaebols of other participating countries in the coalition, the most lucrative ones are naturally the most profitable.

Another one is the Irigo Security Joint Committee. This meeting is composed of 25 people. On the surface, they are all spokespersons of local forces. In fact, the Americans have placed many high-ranking commissioners, consultants, etc. in it to monitor and restrain these local scumbags and prevent them from having second thoughts. .

The United Security Council is responsible for the security affairs of Irigo. For example, the previous ISF, ICDC, including the police force, were under their control. The formation, equipment distribution, procurement, etc. of all these armed forces were under the responsibility of the United Security Council.

Among these jobs, just the procurement of arms and equipment is already mouth-watering. No one who can work in this job without a bit of oily hands will trust you. Even if you are a gentleman, you are a local power. They will also drag you down and corrupt you along with them.

Ferrari is a high commissioner and has a certain amount of power in his hands. To abandon the light and turn to the dark side is simply crazy.

"Humph!"

Ferrari seems to be dismissive of the White Bear issue.

He took the cup himself and filled up a large cup, drinking it in one gulp without even cutting the salad meat.

Just when everyone was marveling at his drinking capacity, suddenly the guy started coughing violently.

"Cough cough cough—cough cough cough—"

Ferrari coughed until his face turned red, and it took him a long time to speak.

"Cook...how much alcohol is this wine..."

"77 degrees..."

"Sokka! Isn't it over forty degrees?"

"Who told you that vodka is only over 40 degrees?" The cook laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

Ferrari finally regained his composure, and then said: "If I were asked to work with those bugs from the United Nations Security Council, I would rather come and mix with you."

His attitude was extremely resolute, like a master who looked down upon ordinary people.

Song Heping guessed that Ferrari must have been treated unfairly in the UN Security Council, so much so that he would rather resign and join a small mercenary team like "Musicians" than stay in the comfort zone of the UN Security Council.

"Let's get down to business," the cook said, getting back to the point. "You know why I invited you to join us. What are your thoughts on establishing a company?"

Ferrari said: "It is too simple to set up a company... Before that, I want to ask clearly, Chef, what kind of company do you want to set up?"

The cook's expression froze, and he immediately said: "I think... it's like a security company... providing security guards to ensure the safety of the employer."

There is nothing wrong with this idea at all.

After all, the team became famous this time because they took over Angel's security mission and successfully completed it.

It's better to be experienced than to be a student, and there's nothing wrong with doing what you're doing.

What's more, most of the 10,000 to 20,000 mercenaries currently making money in Iligo are taking this kind of job.

"No ambition!"

What the cook was waiting for was Ferrari's merciless contempt.

"Chef, I thought you were a person, but I didn't expect you to be as short-sighted as those insects in the United Nations Security Council. I'm really disappointed..."

As he spoke, Ferrari shook his head, his face indeed full of disappointment.

The cook was scolded by Ferrari, and his old face was a bit confused: "I understand, why do I need to invite you?"

Ferrari said: "Cook, even if you are rolling in the mud at the bottom of the well, don't forget to look up at the sky. If you want me to give you advice, well, I will give you a suggestion. Don't use the name of a security company. LOW exploded.”

"If this matter were left to me, I would first set up a small offshore fund in a place like the Virgin Islands or the Cayman Islands..."

"Wait!" The cook's face turned green: "Fund?! Do you think I am a businessman?! I am doing the job of licking blood with the tip of a knife. You want to set up a fund for me?!"

"Can't you just listen to what I have to say?!" Ferrari was also angry and put the wine glass heavily on the table: "If you don't listen to me, please hire someone else!"

The cook had no choice but to give in: "Okay, you say."

Ferrari continued: "The advantage of setting up an investment fund is that it will make it easier for you to take on jobs in the future. Think about it, cooks. There are still very few 'musicians' today. Most of your jobs are subcontracted projects from large companies, but Have you ever thought about the future when you become big and start to take on jobs independently, or even receive some huge orders, but the money is very sensitive and cannot be received through fair channels, or you need to pay high taxes, what will you do? manage?"

Everyone was stunned.

Song Heping thought to himself, this Ferrari is really thinking far ahead.

Of course, there are currently only six "musicians" in total. Ferrari's words sound like fantasy, like a handyman washing dishes in the back kitchen of a hotel who suddenly heard someone telling him that you have to plan for the future and think about everything in the future. It's just as funny what you should do once you become the owner of a five-star hotel.

This person is either a genius or a madman.

The cook was completely shocked by Ferrari, and maybe he didn't know what to say. He could only nod his head and couldn't say a word.

Ferrari continued, "So, in order to avoid taxes and launder money, you must register an offshore fund. Then, your company will be the main body, and you can hold shares in it through the fund. As for shareholders, you can find a few more. All of us here can be original shareholders..."

"But the name can't be too corny. 'Security company'? It sounds as unprofessional as hotel security. The name alone limits your business. Are you going to be a bodyguard company forever, only taking PSD assignments?"

"Then...what name should I use?"

The cook already seemed a lot more humble.

"Let's call it the Defense Consulting Company, Musicians International Defense Consulting Company." Ferrari said, "That's the most suitable name. The concept of defense is very broad, including all the business you can think of, even arms trade..."

That day, several people sat around the table and listened to the new member, Ferrari, the future office director of the company, talk for a full hour - in fact, Ferrari was now in the role of an office director.

The cook said that Ferrari was hired to take care of paperwork, immigration, arranging air tickets, obtaining passes, and setting up a PMC company.

Finally, Ferrari finished discussing the company's formation and turned to the cook, "How is my salary calculated? How much is it per month?"

At this time, everyone was still immersed in the grand conception just now, and Ferrari's words suddenly pulled everyone's ambitions back to the reality of the world.

That's right.

People need to eat.

People who have not had enough to eat are not qualified to talk about ideals.

"Cough cough cough-"

This time it was the cook's turn to cough violently.

After coughing, he asked Ferrari: "Do you want a fixed salary or a commission?"

Hearing this, Ferrari smiled: "Children only make choices, adults want them all. I want both a guarantee and a commission!"

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(End of this chapter)