Iron Fis, Iron Fist's new address is located in an old warehouse on the shore.

Parker hired someone to do a simple renovation of the place. The warehouse on the first floor was used for training, and the second floor was used as an office and meeting place.

The open space in the middle of the warehouse is a shooting range and parking lot.

Now, there is only empty concrete ground.

An old pickup truck pulled into the lot and a man wearing a camouflage vest, combat pants, and army boots jumped out.

"Hey, look who's this?"

Hanging the backpack from the truck bed over his shoulder, the man strode towards the Parker at the back door.

"Isn't this our Boss Parker? He's back, hahahaha..."

"Welcome, mate."

The two palms were clasped together tightly, and the bodies bumped shoulders tightly together. The other party stood next to Pike and waited for others.

Today is the call-up day.

Anyone who Parker thought was useful and met the criteria was invited.

He wants to build a team for his boss that is technically competent and professional.

It can come in handy at critical moments.

After a while, the people Pike was waiting for arrived.

There are 12 people in total, and they are the most suitable candidates that he found after racking his brains.

These people will work with him to form the team that builds the "Iron Fist".

"Parker, I heard you're working for the South Koreans now, man, that can't be true?"

As soon as he entered the door, someone started making fun of him.

The smile on Pike's face suddenly fell: "Sean, never make racial jokes here."

Seeing his expression, Sean spread his hands awkwardly and said, "What's wrong? I'm just curious, not really..."

Eric beside him raised his hand and signaled him with his eyes to stop talking.

It was obvious what he meant.

We are all comrades-in-arms, and continuing to quibble will only make the situation more embarrassing.

"Now that everyone is here, there is something I need to make clear."

Parker spread his legs, held his right wrist with his left hand, and faced everyone with his back straight.

Seeing this scene, everyone straightened their backs unconsciously and put their hands on their trouser lines.

"This is not the military, you can relax a little... What I want to say is that I asked you to come here because I think you are the best people I know."

"At the same time, you also need a stable high income. So, I selected you from hundreds of people, only 12 of you."

"Now, the first thing you need to figure out is who pays your salary."

"Secondly, don't make any racial jokes here, not even a hint of metaphor. Otherwise, next time, I'll ask him to drive away."

Pike deliberately glanced at Sean a little longer, which made his expression even more embarrassed and a little angry inside.

Isn't it necessary to take it so seriously when talking about his boss? Could it be that he has really become a running dog of the South Koreans?

"Finally, I want to say that if you take this job seriously, you will not be disappointed in terms of treatment or compensation."

"Okay, I'm done. Who has any questions?"

Pike looked at the crowd, waiting for questions.

"Report."

"Simon, speak up!"

Simon, who had a capable temperament and a serious expression, lowered his voice and said, "Can you tell me about the treatment and salary first?"

Instructor, $21,000 per month, two months of vacation per year, 13 salaries.

Frontline combat personnel, $36,000 per month, four months of vacation per year, 15 months salary.

Of course, this is just a rough standard.

In fact, after precise division, top personnel will receive higher salaries.

The highest salary can even reach over 2 million.

“Wow!”

Everyone wanted to act normal, but their expressions were all out of control at this moment.

Everyone's face was filled with surprise.

Besides, I don’t know when the boss will arrive, and I don’t have the honor of inviting him to my house for dinner. The lasagna that Irene makes is delicious.

Even industry giants may not be able to achieve this salary standard.

So, what reason do they have not to work hard? With this money, not only can their families live a good life, but they can also hold their heads high again and live like normal people.

He is no longer the "stinky soldier" in the eyes of others.

…

Buzz~ Li Zhenyu just finished dinner with Kim Fanzhu when he received a call from Parker.

Seeing Shu Minxiu's questioning look, Li Zhenyu motioned for her to go back to her room to take a shower and he would come soon.

“Can the staff be trusted?”

"Reliable, they know what loyalty is."

Just listen to this. If you really believe it, then Li Zhenyu is too naive.

However, as long as it does not affect one's bottom line, relative loyalty can still be maintained.

After all, Li Zhenyu spent a lot of money on this.

[Iron Fist], from the beginning he never intended to make money from this company.

Its biggest function is to ensure that its business operations are not harassed or threatened by any external forces.

Hiring professional security personnel is a good choice.

But since I have the conditions to set up my own security group, why should I let others make the money?

One is to spend money to help others support their people, the other is to spend money to help yourself support your people.

Li Zhenyu can still tell which one is more cost-effective.

What's more, once the company is on the right track, Parker will have connections in the military.

Not to mention making money for him, it should be no problem to maintain a balance between income and expenditure.

If Li Zhenyu really wants to lose money year after year, then I will just close it down.

"You need to move faster. You won't always be as lucky as Baodao this time."

This time, the trouble in Baodao was successfully resolved, thanks to Zhao Yingjun’s previous connections.

When he comes back, I will make sure to arrange for him to have a good time for a few days.

My yacht should be arriving soon, so I should have a party or something like that.

Li Zhenyu hung up the phone and walked towards the master bedroom at Jin Baola's reminder.

The bathtub was already filled with water. Li Zhenyu laid in the warm water with his head tilted back on the cushion.

“Ah~”

The feeling of being tightly wrapped in warmth is so comfortable.

Late at night, Li Zhenyu, who was lying on the bed and lighting a cigarette, asked casually: "I heard that the topic you submitted last time was successfully passed, which won you a lot of support."

“Yes, thanks to the support of all the councillors.”

After having two glasses of whiskey, Shu Minxiu tiptoed back to the bed, handed him the glass that belonged to him, and took the cigarette from his mouth.

“Huh~”

The smoke sprayed towards the ceiling like arrows, and Shu Minxiu leaned her head on his shoulder tiredly.

“Jinyu, being a councillor is really hard.”

Hearing her sigh, Li Zhenyu said with a smile: "Really? Then why don't you quit and become a lawyer again? I can open a law firm for you."

Shu Minxiu turned around and said coquettishly: "You know that's not what I meant."

She is usually capable and decisive, and is regarded as a strong woman by everyone, but at this moment she is like a petite canary.

It’s a pity that only he can appreciate this scene.

"Life is hard enough. Some people are cursed even after they die. Compared to them, do you think it's easier?"

Shu Minxiu's expression changed, and she murmured with a cigarette in her mouth with a dazed look in her eyes: "Tell me, after I die, will people curse me or..."

“I think it’s more about forgetting.”

"In this fast-paced era, no one and nothing is worth remembering."

(End of this chapter)