"Hello, Mr. Hans."
The name Hans is very similar to Zhang Wei from China, with a high probability of repetition. However, for Xia Yu, a veteran internet user, it feels quite familiar, especially when it is associated with coffee.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm the owner of a small PMC company. Our main business includes eliminating entire rebel groups, conducting targeted assaults with light and heavy armored units, and maintaining regional peace..."
Hans was stunned by Xia Yu's explanation.
In terms of the difficulty of these tasks, even Blackwater back in the day couldn't have done this much!
However, considering the Mi-24 behind the other side, he felt that it might all be true.
Hans glanced at Kuhn instinctively, only to see his old friend nod at him.
Although the sergeant was very talkative, he was not good at joking, so everyone in the army trusted him unconditionally.
Kuhn remains trustworthy.
"Because the last collaboration was very pleasant, the client decided to expand our cooperation. The shortage of manpower has become a major problem restricting the company's development. Instructor Kuhn recommended you to us based on his professionalism."
"We also sincerely hope that Mr. Hans can join our team and together take the company to new heights."
Recruitment is a two-way selection process. Xia Yu has finished speaking; now it's up to Hans to make his choice.
"Can I inquire about the salary and benefits?"
Hans was already tempted; he was by no means a settled person.
While in the country, he actively sought opportunities to be stationed abroad. After retiring from the military, he returned to Afica. At that time, the mine was in its most chaotic period. He stood out from the gunners with his artillery skills, but after only a year or two, he found himself with no place to use his talents.
Perhaps even if Xia Yu didn't come, he himself was already planning to move to another place.
"Of course, the base salary is $6,000, and combat allowance is separate!"
Xia Yu revealed the pre-determined salary standard.
Those who already have skills and experience can start working without much additional resources, aside from the normal adjustment period.
Such immediate combat personnel would certainly command higher salaries than Domi, and Domi himself had no objection to this.
"I'll do it. I'll go and submit my resignation letter right now."
Hans no longer hesitated. His base salary had increased by more than 30%, and it was the kind of job he wanted. Even God wouldn't forgive him for missing this opportunity.
"No rush, let them take a break. Flying all the way here is more tiring than fighting a war."
Xia Yu's surname isn't Zhou, and he's quite considerate of his subordinates and friends.
Of the three, he was in the best condition; the older and younger ones looked somewhat listless.
"Okay, the restaurant will be open soon. I'll treat you to Honghe pork tenderloin."
To be precise, Hans was being generous with other people's money.
He didn't kill the pig; he's never actually killed a pig. However, he's the one who cleans the offal and the pork.
Because his father died as a war correspondent when he was young, and his mother had to go out to work to support him and his sister, he developed the habit of cooking from a young age. He didn't buy sausages from the store; he minced the meat and made the sausages himself.
At noon, Hans personally cooked a large pork feast.
Because they only hunt sub-adult sows, which haven't been castrated and don't have a strong gamey smell, paired with pickled cabbage brought from China, Xia Yu felt as if she had returned to a few months ago.
In return, I'll have Lao Yu prepare a feast of pork stew later, and we'll compete for the title of the most professional pork cook.
After the meal, Hans acted quickly, wrote his resignation letter and got his supervisor to sign it.
Since the original contract had expired, Hans was not subject to the clause requiring him to give a month's notice before resigning, and he could leave at any time.
The safety supervisor was just making a routine effort to retain him. Seeing that his old friend's new job offered good benefits, he wished him happiness at work and quickly signed the papers.
"Boss, shall I sit in the back cabin?"
After throwing all his luggage into the back of the helicopter, Hans asked.
"No, you'll sit in the gunner's compartment,"
Xia Yu pointed to the spot in front of him that Domi feared.
"I need you to familiarize yourself with the work of a weapons officer as soon as possible. Our company is small, so everyone is a jack-of-all-trades."
"Okay, I'll learn Russian later."
Climbing into the gunner's compartment and looking at the numerous Russian abbreviations on the instrument panel, Hans was eager to try it out.
This is the kind of job he wants, full of unknowns and challenges.
"The key is to understand the S-5 and S-8 air-to-ground rockets, which are both unguided."
Xia Yu then added a word of advice.
Uncontrolled firepower means poor precision, and poor precision must be compensated for with technology; otherwise, the firepower will be used to cover other areas, rendering the attack ineffective.
"I will."
Hans had only ever fired machine guns, tank guns, and mortars; rockets were a completely new field for him.
"Let's go!"
The Mi-24 arrived and departed in a hurry, still managing to land at the private airport in Gana before dark, refuel and rest for the night, before hopping from São Tomé to Konlouka the next day.
This round trip covered nearly 7,000 kilometers, and Xia Yu brought back his employee No. 002.
Thus, the company's tank crews are in place, infantry fighting vehicle crews are in place, and Mi-24 aircraft crews are scheduled to be in place, marking the beginning of a new chapter in Xia Yu's business empire.
Xia Yu offered a large red envelope to Domi to take Kuhn back, but Kuhn refused to accept it.
If he doesn't want to accept it, then he doesn't have to. He'll remember the favor and repay it when he has the chance.
"This is Bogo Village, the company's current location. It's less than a two-hour drive from the city and close to the sea."
After settling Hans in his indigenous villa, Xia Yu tirelessly led him around to familiarize himself with the surroundings.
"The restaurants are up ahead. The one closest to the school is a Chinese restaurant, and the one near my godson Colon's house is a French restaurant. You can choose whichever you prefer. I suggest you try more Chinese food, starting with the non-spicy dishes."
"Doma, come here for a moment. This is Hans, my new employee. Hans, this Mr. Doma is Domi's father, and he is in charge of the village's security."
"Okay, the main building of the company is in the back, the hangar is next to the tarmac, and this building is our parking lot."
After circling the village, the two returned to where they had just gotten off the helicopter.
"Buzz~~"
The electric gates of the vehicle yard rose automatically, revealing a spacious interior and two very different vehicles.
"Is this the T-64B1M?"
During our conversation last night, Hans learned about the winning weapon that secured the company's first contract.
Even though he was once a gunner on the Leopard 2, he has no prejudice against Soviet vehicles. His grandfather used to drive a T-34!
Xia Yu was startled when she heard this, thinking that time and space had been distorted. Later, she realized that she was making a fuss over nothing; like the Kuhn family, their ancestors were all from the East.
As for going further back, Hans' great-grandfather drove a Panzer V tank, which was originally the Panther tank in the zoo.
No wonder they come from a military family; going back seven or eight generations, they've all served in the military.
While those who went further back are unverifiable, it's highly likely they served as mercenaries in history.
Xia Yu's family had little military atmosphere; he was the first in his family to join the army.
My father has been operating excavators since he stopped going to school. My grandfather was a tractor driver in the production team, and my great-grandfather was a long-term laborer for a landlord, specializing in taking care of livestock and driving donkey carts.
Speaking of which, they are a family of vehicle manufacturers.
I wonder if, going back another two thousand years, they ever drove war chariots for those feudal lords and nobles; those things were awesome.
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