"The 100 million has been transferred to your company's designated account in three installments. Here is 50 million in cash."
Alikanna, having freed himself from his restraints, opened one of the many boxes, revealing a box filled with bright green banknotes, and said...
As we all know, a single Franklin note weighs 1.05 grams, and a 50 million note consisting entirely of 100 notes would weigh more than half a ton, not to mention that it also contains a lot of 20 and 50 notes.
Not only does it weigh nearly 1 ton, but its size is also so large that it needs to be loaded onto two vehicles, requiring seven or eight armed pickup trucks as bodyguards.
“I trust Commander Ali, but the important thing is dealing with the EU and the UN; you have to handle them yourself.”
Xia Yu waved for people to collect the money, without bothering to check its authenticity on the spot, since the consequences of giving counterfeit money were severe.
Having accepted the money, the feud between the Tuareg people and Jihuo Defense was considered over, but this strike operation had indeed been reported.
The official procedure was that even if Ali Kanna himself didn't want to go through it, he had to arrange for a qualified confidant to take charge of the matter.
Of course, the most important thing is the attitude of the government for ethnic unity.
The other side tacitly approved the concentrated fire defense to take action against tribal armed groups that were obedient to orders but not to orders, and extended its reach from Tripoli into Marzug.
At least the Sharara oil field is out of the question. At most, they can be given the land in exchange for the Elfeel oil field in the Tubu people's settlement, and men can be drawn from various tribes to rebuild tribal armed forces to stand on the front line of the conflict between the government army and the National Army.
This was an open conspiracy that the Tuareg people could not refuse. With so many people dead and such a large sum of compensation paid, they could not just live off their savings without any income.
They could only seize the ecological niche previously held by the Tubu people and recover their health first.
Watching Alikanna and the others disappear into the desert, Xia Yu could roughly deduce the fate of the Tuareg people.
“Let’s go back too. Now gather all the full-time employees, grab the sacks, and get ready to distribute the bonuses.”
He made the decision with a wave of his hand.
The fire defense company has more than 60 full-time employees. Dividing the 35 million yuan according to a coefficient, their handbags are indeed too big to fit it all; they'll need sacks.
Furthermore, everyone who contributed to the village protection team received a reward of $1,000, which is equivalent to a month's salary and allowance during their overseas assignment.
This is only half of the mercenaries recruited by the Libyan government forces and the National Army, but only those who can go out are worth money. The cannon fodder that Old Yev mentioned have the life to make money but not the life to live.
Unlike in Jihuo Defense, where weapons, equipment, and training are provided, Xia Yu invests tens of thousands of dollars a year in each person.
Only in this way can most of them work until retirement and take a sinecure in the Jihuo system's industries.
The convoy drove into the camp, and Xia Yu and his group, returning with a bountiful harvest, received a warm welcome.
"You bunch of money-grubbing bastards, where's the honey badger? Have the begonia rabbit bring him over to count the money."
Seeing the crowd waving their arms and legs while holding up sacks, he laughed and shouted.
Domi, who was still overseeing the maintenance progress at the Leclerc UAE, immediately took off his gloves, found the landlady, and ran over to carry the money.
It takes a lot of time to count such a large sum of cash.
Taking advantage of this moment, Xia Yu directly opened a 50-yuan pack and started preparing to distribute the money to the village protection team.
Because it was related to his industry, he saw on TikTok that the local militia in northern Taiwan were paying their soldiers 200 yuan a month when there was no fighting, and 500 yuan when there was fighting, all in RMB.
Xia Yu was almost dumbfounded when he saw it. This amount of money wouldn't even hire a black man in Afica. People's lives there are so cheap!
The world is just like that, so uneven. Every 20 Simpson photos he took would land on the muscular chest of a village guard soldier, and he would gain the soldier's unwavering loyalty.
After all, in Guo, a strong laborer can only earn this much money in a year.
After distributing the supplies to the village protection team of several hundred people, Liv also tallied up the amounts, and there were no problems with the money.
“Honey Badger, this is yours. Now that you have millions in assets, it’s time to find a wife.”
Xia Yu stuffed 687,000 dollars into Domi's sack and said, stroking Domi's head, which was almost level with his own.
People who get married tend to urge others to get married, and in the end, they become the very people they hate most.
"Sir, I... I'm not quite there. I trust your judgment, could you help me find someone?"
Now that Domi has turned 18, he is no longer as resistant to marriage as he used to be, but he knows nothing about it and can only ask Xia Yu for help.
"Okay, I'll help you see if there's anything suitable."
Xia Yu took on the role of matchmaker. As a personal guard, Domi was practically his son, so he couldn't let this daughter-in-law go unchecked.
Perhaps this trip to Libya will yield results. Mbappe's mother is from Algieri. When looking for a partner, the most important things are aesthetics and personality. There's no need to be so strict about nationality and race. After all, we should open our eyes to the world!
"Mongoose, this is yours!"
Xia Yu pushed the stack that belonged to Hans into his open sack.
"Thank you, boss. I should be a millionaire by next year."
Hans said with a smile.
Xia Yu's collaboration with his brother-in-law predates his meeting with his wife by a considerable margin. The initial Yellow Weasel crew was essentially built on the back of a tank, consisting of just the three of them.
Now, Hans will reap the real rewards of Gineya's decisive choice and earn his first ten million dollars.
His success also means that Jihuo Defense will produce more millionaires and even more multi-millionaires in the future.
"Don't just focus on making money. Haitang Rabbit is pregnant with her second child. You and Ming Rabbit should hurry up too."
Xia Yu doesn't pressure her brother-in-law to get married, she only pressures him to have a child.
"We shouldn't be too busy next year, so you should be able to find the time and energy."
He continued.
Next year, the Jihuo Defense Headquarters will not be very busy, especially the ground forces, because Xia Yu's work focus will be on the maritime business of the Asian branch.
After ending the deployment at Libya and withdrawing the Germans, the main task is to conduct joint training for two new tank crews and one infantry fighting vehicle crew.
With so many T-80BVs in the warehouse, plus two Leclerc UAEs (and one spare) purchased from the UAE, it's time for Jihuo Defense to add two more tank crews.
We'll send three people from our hometowns and recruit three more Chinese employees. After all, the Chinese staff we deployed last time and this time have been really helpful!
He insisted on giving Ma Ying-jeou face and dispelling the rumor that the Central Fire Department did not recruit Taiwanese.
Adding one Marder S30 infantry fighting vehicle unit is enough, but you'll need to recruit two mechanized infantry squads, or digital teams, to accompany it.
Group 4 consists entirely of newcomers, while Group 3 rotates every year. Only Groups 1 and 2 have maintained a high level of output for several years.
The military base remains, but the soldiers come and go. Private military contractors, which are mainly composed of retired personnel, can also be considered a young profession. Those who are lucky enough to survive will generally not be on the front lines for 5 to 10 years.
Not to mention that some of Sergei and Anton had been shot, and even after they recovered, they found themselves gradually falling behind the company's pace, so they had the idea of retiring.
Among them was 06, who had transitioned from combat to technical staff. The combined casualties of the two groups were approximately 5 to 6 people, meaning the two teams were merged into one. This is why Xia Yu wanted to recruit another 12 to 14 people. Of course, they wouldn't be on the front lines; their rich experience would allow them to be stationed at the mine, as he trusted his old buddies.
In conclusion, there will be no major deployments at headquarters next year. The main focus will be on recruiting and training personnel to form combat capabilities. Hans, as the person in charge, will no longer need to travel all over the world like he does now. He can just stay in Konluga with his girlfriend and focus on having a baby.
"Yes, boss!"
Hans said with great pleasure.
My brother-in-law's boss is so considerate. He was planning to have children after he turned 35, but he managed to balance his career and family life.
Xia Yu continued to distribute bonuses to the remaining employees, especially those from his hometown whose contracts were set to expire in February and who he might never see again.
Upon returning, they will once again don their green military uniforms and become the backbone and core members of their respective teams, sharing the experience they gained while working abroad with more people.
The third batch of personnel was selected six months ago and has been undergoing intensive training ever since, making them more prepared than the first and second batches.
Another point worth noting is that their contracts were set at one and a half years, meaning they wouldn't be able to get paid and go home until July 2020, and the fourth installment would be in February 2022.
Extending the working hours is more beneficial for dealing with long-term deployments, such as the Libya deployment, which certainly cannot be completed by February.
This meant that two groups of people took over the task separately, and the later arrivals had no buffer time at all. Fortunately, the intensity of the subsequent operations was not too high, otherwise the third group of personnel would have been very uncomfortable.
After distributing their dividends to the last person, everyone carried their bags and left. There were still some areas to finish at the armory, and they still needed to collect the remaining weapons, equipment, and enriched uranium within the Marzug region.
Similarly, the second batch of personnel must also stand firm in their last post and live up to such generous treatment.
Xia Yu was also very busy; he needed to continue analyzing the remaining underground arms depots that Colonel Kadena had in Libya.
It's definitely not as big as the one next to the oil field, and it won't have anything like a Scud missile, but enriched uranium and mustard gas are both possible.
Only by locating these arms depots can the danger be nipped in the bud, and Xia Yu must live up to the compensation paid by the EU and the UN.
He only received a call from Thompson on New Year's Day after surrendering to Alikanna's men and after several Tuareg tribes migrated to an oasis near the Elfeel oil field.
"Happy New Year, Mr. Sherlock. How's it going in North Pole?"
Old Tang greeted him over the phone.
As soon as he made the call, Xia Yu knew what was going on; the other party was calling to urge delivery.
"Everything is going smoothly. We discovered an arms depot left behind by Gaddafi. However, the bunker buster was a bit too powerful, causing all the Scud missiles inside to detonate, and all the remaining mustard gas also leaked out."
Xia Yu briefly introduced her recent situation.
Thompson's connections were with the Air Force, so he was unlikely to know much about what was happening in the North Philippines.
"Oh, that's really cool. Knowing you as I do, you definitely didn't lose out at all!"
"Of course, we must always be prepared with protective measures. All my employees have received chemical and biological protection training, so even if a nuclear winter comes, we'll be fine."
"No, no, no, my career is just starting out, and I don't want the world to suddenly become so bad."
Even though he knew Xia Yu was joking, Lao Tang quickly corrected him.
Given his current cash flow, it would be difficult for him to even secure a large bunker; living in the sunlight is quite good for him.
"You're right, even though there's no wine, we still toast to peace."
Xia Yu likes all kinds of bunkers and nuclear shelters, but those are for a hundred years from now. At present, it doesn't matter if there are local conflicts or proxy wars, but a nuclear winter is too much.
"Peace be with you. By the way, Sherlock, several months have passed. How's your shipment coming along?"
Old Tang explained the true purpose of the call.
The client signed a letter of intent, and later added detailed terms. If delivery cannot be made on time, he and Xia Yu will need to share the penalty for breach of contract.
Thompson has invested most of his money in Tacair, so he doesn't have any extra money to spare.
"I've prepared about half of it. You know I've been a bit busy lately, but business in Libya is on track. I'll have time to prepare the remaining half next month."
Xia Yu said on the phone.
Yes, now he only needs F-16s and F-4s, and because of the tight schedule, he can't easily get his hands on those zombie aircraft that are currently in service. It would be best to get the ones that have been retired from active service.
This is quite telling. Without Thompson's phone call, Xia Yu would have been heading to Europe to buy goods and complete the job he had taken on from the United States in two weeks at most.
While we're at it, let's get a few F-16 target drones for the museum and a few Fighting Falcons for headquarters to stockpile.
The $115 million in compensation paid to the Tuareg people is exactly what they need to buy the aircraft; it's just a matter of how many they can acquire.
"Next month? That would be fantastic! I'll call my clients right away to share the good news. And I've always trusted you with my work."
Thompson rattled off a whole string of words.
With this information in mind, he didn't need to panic and could simply wait for the plane to be delivered.
"So, has anyone still been interested in our fighter jets in the last few months?"
Xia Yu inquired about their fighter jet business.
"Many people were interested, but only two signed letters of intent. Those who are still observing probably want to see how the first batch of customers will react."
Thompson offered a simple analysis.
He makes a good point; you should definitely check the reviews when shopping online!
Even if it's cheap and has nothing to offer, people still won't dare to buy it.
"I understand. Tell the clients that the first batch of fighter jets will be delivered on schedule... no, ahead of schedule. Stay tuned for my good news!"
Xia Yu assured him over the phone.
He plans to set off next week to secure future orders, since it's just across the Mediterranean Sea and convenient to travel back and forth.
"I'm relieved to hear that. I look forward to your good news and hope we can meet again in the United States soon."
Thompson said cheerfully.
Xia Yu definitely needs to be present when the first fighter jet is delivered, and he also needs time for the FHC Museum business.
After all, it was the inheritance left to his son by his deceased friend, and as his friend and father, he couldn't afford not to do his best.
During this time, the shooting range behind the museum is under renovation. Xia Yuren is not in the United States, but he is monitoring the progress of the renovation via the cloud every week.
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