America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 322 Recruitment

Zhang Ailun stepped off the plane, waved to the mercenaries at the airport, and ordered, "Get a car over here."

The mercenary immediately ran to the warehouse next door, drove over in a military factory vehicle, and Zhang Ailun got in and sat in the passenger seat.

He invited Bailey and Old Jack to get in the car and drove them to the port area.

Looking at the scenery on the island, Old Jack noticed that while there were guards every three or five steps, there were checkpoints set up in various important areas, with professional mercenaries standing guard with guns and machine guns. This didn't look like a private island at all; it was more like a military base where death row inmates were being held!

He exclaimed in amazement, "This thing is much better than Silver Island! The island is so big! How did you get it? It must have cost a lot of money."

"The island is worth more than three hundred million dollars, but I didn't actually pay a single cent."

The Grand Master shrugged and said in a Versailles-like manner, "As for how we got our hands on it, it can only be said that the former island lord himself was biased and did all sorts of bad things. Our people caught him red-handed, so he voluntarily stepped down. He was also a major investor in those crazy guys from the Heavenly Gate in the Kilimanjaro Mountains."

"He's dead?" Old Jack said in surprise.

"No, he's still a guest at Madison's, enjoying a life of luxury. I didn't participate in any of the mistreatment; I have virtually no grudge against him. I just provided some intelligence assistance," Zhang Ailun said.

They've become a vegetable, so they can't expect to be waited on hand and foot, or even have their mouths opened without needing to open them, just by having tubes inserted.

Old Jack didn't ask any more questions. He could easily figure out that the other party's fate wouldn't be good, and his wealth would be dismembered and divided among the enemies.

Upon arriving at the port area, they parked the car by the roadside. Employees from General Electric Boat also disembarked from the destroyer and landed on the island. Zhang Ailun went over to greet them.

"Hello, Mr. Jin, we have delivered the destroyer to you on time and received the final payment notification from the company. Our staff has already prepared the relevant design drawings and delivered them to your personnel to facilitate your understanding of its structure and circuitry, as well as the replacement of parts. If you have any other questions, you can also contact our engineers, and we will provide on-site maintenance services at market prices," the representative from General Electric Boat said warmly.

Zhang Ailun looked at the boxes of design blueprints being unloaded from the destroyer—at least twenty boxes in total. While the design of these things couldn't compare to that of an aircraft carrier, it was still extremely complex. The precise blueprints and data models alone weighed at least a ton!

Even if an ordinary person were to buy it, they would need to hire a professional engineer for maintenance and repairs, which would cost a considerable amount of money. Fortunately, the leader has a reliable ground-based sheet metal worker, so there's no need to worry about that.

"If I encounter any difficult problems that I can't solve, I will contact you proactively."

Zhang Ailun smiled and shook hands with them. Looking at their group of several dozen people, he asked, "Have you decided how you're going to get back?"

"We have already booked sightseeing boats with Lake Cruises. There will also be yachts passing by on this route. They will arrive in about twenty minutes."

The engineer said, "When ships arrive, we hope you can allow them to stop for a few minutes at the island's bay harbor to facilitate our boarding."

"Okay, that's not a problem." Zhang Ailun nodded, knowing that they had already arranged a way back, so he was no longer worried.

He beckoned to the Beggars' Sect disciples and asked them to take them on a tour of the island.

He went over and greeted Qibatu, who was now accompanied by twenty or thirty other people, all of whom looked unfamiliar.

However, the leader had already learned about their life backgrounds through intelligence. Although the details were not extensive, he knew what they used to do.

Although everyone has some West Coast traits, such as a fondness for smoking, drinking, getting perms, and ordering takeout, they are generally reliable people.

How can a man be called a man if he isn't lustful?

Having a fondness for men... that's not a problem. A real man should embrace men head-on and be a man among men.

The leader didn't care; as long as he had the technology, that was enough.

Qibatu also took the initiative to introduce his newly recruited personnel to the leader. They were all retired naval officers who had served on warships, and more importantly, instructors who could help the leader train professional naval personnel.

"This is my friend Spike. He got divorced after a cold war with his wife and needed to pay child support and child support for his ex-wife. We happened to be hiring, so I contacted him, and he decided to come and stay with me."

Qibatu pointed to the slightly overweight, bearded man next to him and said, "He used to serve on a Spruance-class destroyer, so he knows this destroyer better than I do. He's absolutely reliable!"

"..." Zhang Ailun looked at Spike, whose eyes were watery and who looked like he had been loved fiercely, and couldn't help but gasp.

Slightly overweight with a full beard. These are indeed standard features of the Sichuan and Chongqing region, fitting the leader's stereotype of gay men.

"Working on the island, you don't need to worry about salary and benefits; I can guarantee that each of you will receive generous compensation. However, due to the special geographical location, you will need to sign a confidentiality agreement, and you will rarely have the opportunity to return home throughout the year. Are you sure you can endure the loneliness? Have your families been notified and given permission to come and start working?"

Spike doesn't need to worry anymore; the two have rekindled their old flame, and Chibatu has already won him over.

Zhang Ailun mainly asked other people questions.

"Mr. Jin, when we were in the military, we rarely went home. We were already mentally prepared when we heard we were going to work on the island," someone said.

"We'd rather earn more money than spend time with our families. They'll understand."

"I have no family."

The man, who was thin but had very tight and solid muscles, said.

"..." This one is even more heavyweight.

Zhang Ailun gained a deeper understanding of them and then had the Beggars' Sect disciples draft contracts, have them sign confidentiality agreements and employment terms for two and a half years, with a paid trial period of one week. If they could pass the test, they would be directly promoted to full-time employees.

The personnel were assigned according to their rank and duties within the Navy, from top to bottom: the captain received $60 per hour, the first mate $55 per hour, and the chief petty officer and other enlisted personnel $40-50 per hour. Technical and medical personnel were not assigned for the time being, as there was no immediate need for long-distance voyages; these were tasks assigned to people like Chibatu.

The regulations regarding casualties and compensation are based on the terms of mercenary contracts, and additional bonuses are awarded for emergency missions.

Later, once the destroyers are fully upgraded, the leader will consider recruiting more people; for now, they are basically not needed.

All that's needed is to be able to start the littoral combat ship, carry out routine patrols and self-defense counterattacks, and lend a hand on the destroyer.

This was far more generous than the benefits offered by the Navy. The retired soldiers present agreed without hesitation and signed employment contracts, fearing that if they were too slow, they would miss out on the job.

Having finalized the personnel arrangements for the littoral combat ship, Zhang Ailun also let them study the blueprints for modifying the destroyer and discuss how to handle this behemoth.

The Grand Master was still thinking about getting rid of the listening devices with the island's engineer, Prien, and a few mercenaries when he received another message from the airport tower.

"Boss, an airliner wants to land at our airport. It was booked in advance," the mercenary in the control tower said over the walkie-talkie.

"You made a reservation? With whom did you make the reservation?" Zhang Ailun was a little puzzled. How come he, the island owner, didn't know?

Soon, the female assistant Gwen arrived and explained the situation to the leader, "Boss, it should be the chefs and waiters we recruited who have arrived."

Zhang Ailun suddenly realized that he had indeed instructed Gwen to recruit chefs and waitresses, but he didn't expect her to have done it so quickly.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered, "Don't stop them, let them pass."

"receive."

A few minutes later, a small passenger plane could be seen landing at the island's airport in the distance.

Zhang Ailun and Gwen boarded the military factory and headed to the airport to pick up someone.

"Boss, their crew wants to refuel here." Not long after, the mercenary sent another message.

"Let them add it, as long as they pay," Zhang Ailun replied.

He then inquired, "Do we have enough gasoline and diesel reserves?"

"The backup generators have enough diesel fuel for two months. Gasoline is mainly used for vehicle and aircraft fuel; it used to last for half a month, but now that we don't have as many aircraft, it'll last for about a month and a half. The island's solar power station also has enough electricity for daily use. Diesel is mainly used for small speedboats and internal combustion engines," the mercenary replied.

"That's too little. Contact the oil company that supplied fuel to Jehovah Island before and have them ship the oil over by sea. Our warships also need refueling; they're huge fuel consumers," Zhang Ailun instructed.

The Littoral Combat Ship uses a combined diesel and gas turbine propulsion system, equipped with two Rolls-Royce MT30 gas turbines and four diesel engines. The total power of the gas turbines is 72 megawatts, while the total power of the diesel engines is 25.6 megawatts. In addition, the Littoral Combat Ship is also equipped with four diesel generator sets, each with a power of 750 kilowatts, to provide electricity.

Just imagine how much fuel this thing would cost to take out for a spin every day! Poor people really can't afford military-grade toys, so they can only buy private jets to play with.

"Understood," the mercenary replied.

"Boss, I'll take care of these things too," said the female assistant, Gwen.

"I will have someone open a separate financial account for Jehovah Island, which will be used for employee salaries and material purchases." Zhang Ailun took out his phone and contacted Dave, asking him to register an economic account for Jehovah Island, with funds coming from a monthly contribution from the foundation.

The individual business registered with Priyan has already been cancelled, and the island is now the property of the Grand Master, so the other party's private account can no longer be used.

Moreover, Prian had previously purchased a lot of random things through his private account, and these things might not even be allowed to see the light of day.

Although there are still some orders that haven't arrived yet, all scheduled for two months later and already paid for, the leader doesn't intend to take anything else besides the two private jets worth $30 and a piece of medical equipment worth $8.

After taking over the island, you definitely need to empty the trash cans and cut ties with the previous owner to prevent the CIA from coming to cause trouble one day and claiming that your island is secretly involved in human trafficking and drug use.

Gwen took the instructions given by the Grand Master to heart. In just one day, she had recruited chefs and waiters who were willing to work on the island and booked flights for them.

After all, the island's employees do receive very generous salaries and benefits. Aside from limited freedom of movement, all daily necessities are readily available, so naturally many people would be willing to work there. Moreover, Gwen primarily hires people from within the industry who have similar work experience.

Upon arriving at the airport, the passenger plane refueled, paid for the fuel, turned around, and drove away again.

More than 30 staff members, men and women, remained at the airport, carrying large and small bags of luggage.

There were more than a dozen chefs and more than twenty female waitresses, all with blonde hair, blue eyes, and long legs, dressed in a glamorous manner. If you didn't know them, you would think they were a group of models who had chartered a plane to come over. This was all takeout ordered by the leader!

Gwen also went over and spoke with them, and found the head chef and greeted him.

"Gwen, I didn't expect you to leave Mr. Madison and find a new boss." The two were clearly acquaintances, and even high school classmates.

"John, I got you this job because of your cooking skills. I hope you'll take it seriously and not mess it up."

Gwen said sternly, "Although Mr. King is easier to talk to and more tolerant than Mr. Madison, given that you got a waitress pregnant and were fired, your Michelin chef reputation is now worthless. No one in the industry will offer you a high salary anymore. You need to tone it down!"

"Don't worry, Manager Gwen, I'm short of money. I'll cook for whoever pays me. I promise I won't do it again!" John quickly said.

"Very good, the head chef position is still yours." Gwen nodded and said.

"Hello, Mr. Jin!!"

When the more than thirty people saw the leader get out of the car and walk over, they immediately greeted him respectfully.

"Hello. Welcome to Jehovah Island. You are all employees personally selected and recruited by Gwen, so I am very confident in your personal qualities. If you have any needs or problems in the future, you can contact Gwen. She is responsible for managing all the affairs on the island for me. I also hope that you can do your jobs well. Of course, I will not be stingy with your salaries and bonuses." The leader also delivered his speech with a smile.

"Thank you, boss. We're ready for the challenge and we're sure we can do this job well," the waitresses said with smiles.

"..."

Judging from their appearance, the leader felt that they were indeed ready.

It's time to get ready to sit on the promotion machine.

There's no way around it; the head of the organization is incredibly wealthy, young, and promising. With a boss like that, who wouldn't have other ideas?

Zhang Ailun summoned mercenaries and instructed them to arrange accommodations for these people and familiarize them with their work locations. Jehovah Island lacked everything except houses and lodgings.

She also instructed Gwen to supervise the employees' private lives. It was okay for them to find partners to satisfy their physical needs, but it couldn't be too outrageous, and safety measures had to be taken.

Don't let them all get pregnant within two months and not even know whose child it is.

Then the leader of the sect would have no choice but to take drastic measures and fire everyone!

"Boss, don't worry, I had them get IUDs inserted at the hospital before they came, so there definitely won't be any problems. They can do whatever they want," Gwen assured them confidently.

He then whispered, "Boss, I'm wearing one too, so you don't need to worry. You can do whatever you want."

"..."

Zhang Ailun took a deep breath. "It has to be you. You make the boss feel at ease."

He gave her a firm pinch on her buttocks and said with satisfaction, "Go back to work!"

After seeing off the island's staff and Gwen, Zhang Ailun drove back to the villa area, took out a map of Jehovah Island, and compared it with the layout of the surveillance equipment on his phone to confirm the location of the sixty electronic devices.

Coincidentally, there was a listening device in the villa. Zhang Ailun searched around and, from behind the bookshelf in the villa, pried open a corner of the wallpaper, where he found the listening device flashing red.

He clicked his tongue.

Damn it! The whole room is full of listening devices. How did Prin, that old man, manage to sleep before?

The matter was of great importance, and the Grand Master immediately summoned the engineer and the mercenary leader, White Wolf.