Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

Zhang San is a low-key person, but that depends on where you are; when he crossed the border at the Shenzhen-Hong Kong Luohu Port, he didn't go directly to Dongguan, but instead went to the Shenzhen talent market.

"Third Brother, what are you doing here?" Unlike Tianmei, Chai Xiaofen was very bold despite her obedient nature, and she asked the question that had been bothering her.

Zhang San chuckled, "Recruiting a bunch of henchmen, hehe..." He took a megaphone from his assistant and pointed it at the people there...

"Attention, those under 30 years old with military experience, please line up here. We are recruiting 50 people. The salary is 30 yuan per day, paid daily."

"Please note that those under the age of 30 with military experience, please line up to my left. We are recruiting 50 people. The salary is 30 yuan per day. Please note that the salary is paid daily."

"Please note that applicants must be under 30 years old and have military experience. Please line up on the left. We are recruiting 50 people. Food and lodging are provided. The salary is 30 yuan per day, paid daily..."

Sure enough, Zhang San's voice attracted many people. Those who felt they were qualified gathered to his left, and soon the open space on the left was full of people.

"Okay, very good. Now let's see if you guys really served in the military." Zhang San walked over and said to the man with a resolute face at the first position in line, "What did you learn in the army? Let's see."

According to Zhang San, the man performed a set of military boxing. He had learned it during military training, and although it was slightly different, it was better than his own, and his marching was very proper.

"Okay, Xiaofen, please register this. This is the first security department employee, number 001."

Over the next period of time, Zhang San went through the interviews one by one. Finally, there was a short man who looked to be over thirty years old. He had a dark face and indifferent eyes, and he looked like a difficult person to get along with.

Chai Xiaofen had already counted the number; there were exactly fifty people.

"Sir, you served in the army too?" The other person simply nodded. Zhang San continued, "What are your skills?"

At this moment, Zhang San was face to face with the other person, who happened to block the view of others. The two were about a meter apart. Then, the dark-skinned, short man waved his hand, and a long, narrow object flashed in front of Zhang San. If Zhang San hadn't been so close, he probably wouldn't have been able to see it clearly. However, when he looked down, he saw a mark on his chest, which was not noticeable unless you looked closely.

"Impressive, you've become their captain."

Zhang San turned around without changing his expression and said to the others, "This gentleman..." He then turned back and asked, "Comrade, what is your name?"

"Luo, Luo Jianguo."

"From now on, Luo Jianguo will be your captain. You'll all be under his command." After announcing the appointment, he spoke through a megaphone, "I'm treating everyone to lunch today at a restaurant."

Led by Luo Jianguo, a large group of people walked to the food stalls next door.

"Captain Luo, I meant a restaurant, not a street food stall." Zhang San sighed and said, "It's there, let's go together."

Then they walked toward the restaurant next door, which made Zhang San feel very embarrassed. "You think you can look down on me?"

According to Luo Jianguo later, the boss was very brave and wasn't scared at all. Upon hearing this, Zhang San laughed and said, "Old Luo, I was so scared I almost peed my pants!"

When they arrived at the grand restaurant, weren't the greeters at the entrance terrified? Seeing a group of disheveled people walking towards them, one of the greeters hurriedly ran inside, even tripping and falling halfway there, before going to inform the manager.

The manager also rushed out in a panic, only to see the remaining greeters welcoming them in with beaming smiles. Upon seeing the manager, she immediately waved the green paper in her hand and smiled smugly.

Upon seeing this, the manager's face immediately changed from panic to a warm smile. He grabbed the handful of Franklin and carefully felt it; it was worth at least a thousand dollars.

"Sir, I'll take you to the VIP room on the second floor right away."

As Zhang San walked, he said in Mandarin, "Today I'm treating my employees to dinner. A table will cost at least a thousand, right? I need to make sure my employees are well-fed and the ingredients are good, otherwise they'll get grumpy."

Although Zhang San's words weren't loud, the people behind him still heard them to some extent. They thought to themselves, "Why are we the ones with bad tempers?" But they didn't say it out loud.

They weren't talkative people; if they were, they wouldn't have stayed at the job market for so long without finding work. Zhang San could tell from their pale complexions, but he didn't say anything.

Soon, the manager went downstairs in high spirits. There were seven tables. In addition to the fifty reserved seats, his assistant, four foreign bodyguards, and four servants sat at one table. Zhang San ordered Western food for them, and he, his two secretaries, and Captain Luo sat at another table.

The restaurant served cold dishes first. When the dishes were served, the staff noticed that there were five tables of guests sitting upright, which made them feel a little nervous as they served the dishes.

Zhang San ignored the others and started chatting with Captain Luo, mainly stating his requirements.

"Captain Luo, you've seen the honor guard, right? If you have, that's good. And you've seen the Hong Kong movie 'New World'? I directed that one. Haven't seen it? No problem, I'll take you to the cinema later and we'll have the whole theater to ourselves."

Team Leader Luo was a bit annoyed. His employer was a rather annoying person, constantly nagging. However, he had to bow to life's pressures, and the employer in front of him didn't seem like a bad person.

"I hired you to be my bodyguards, to keep things under control."

"After we eat, let's go buy clothes first, three sets of everything, from underwear to outerwear..."

When Zhang San, acting like a foreman, led the group of people to a nearby supermarket, a man who looked like a manager jogged over and said respectfully, "Welcome, boss, to our inspection."

"Okay, take them to choose an outfit from the inside out. The outer clothes should be black suits and black leather shoes, the kind that are very sturdy and can be used in a fight. The inner clothes should be white shirts. Oh, and sunglasses, one pair for each person. See my four foreign bodyguards? Just make sure they look similar to this."

The supermarket near the job market was purchased by the company; they bought the entire property, including the two floors and the underground parking garage.

Supermarkets that sell all kinds of goods also have clothing, and of course they have black suits, but not all of them.

"Boss, we can make these black suits by order, but we don't have that many right now," the manager reported somewhat nervously.

Zhang San looked a little displeased, but still said, "Then let's do it your way. But we'll use good materials. If it's not sturdy, then we shouldn't cooperate in the future."

The manager left, covered in sweat, still feeling nervous.