King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 649 621: The Greater the Ability, the Higher the Sal

After sending Haftar off, the temporary camp's recruitnt fair officially began...

Aside from not being in an office building, P·B's initial recruitnt phase wasn't much different from those of big corporations.

Those interested in joining P·B ca with their resus for the interviewers to do a preliminary screening and to set up interview files, facilitating the work that would follow.

So veteran rcenaries were not too keen on revealing their true identities on their resus.

That wasn't a problem, but you couldn't provide a fake passport—that would be fraud.

If you managed to get your hands on a "real passport", P·B didn't mind, but your future salary and benefits would all be linked to that "real passport".

This first stage of the process weeded out dozens of people...

So were deeply entrenched in the rcenary industry and had skeletons in their closet; others were wanted criminals with troubles of their own...

They naturally didn't want to expose their true identities, but P·B, being a regularized company, couldn't sign a contract with them if they used fake passports.

This policy sparked quite a backlash, but it was quickly quashed.

The number of rcenaries who ca to apply had already exceeded 700, yet Joe Ga only wanted to bring a portion of them into P·B's formal employnt system.

If the eliminated individuals were willing, they could go and join 'Gunfire's temp squad.

Outsourcing, after all, can have slightly more relaxed conditions—as long as you don't mind the lower salary.

The scene had beco so big, Joe Ga hadn't expected it, but now that it had started, he took the opportunity to establish P·B's recruitnt standards, to be followed henceforth.

Joe Ga stood under a sunshade, watching a large group of n and won holding their resus, queuing up and whispering to each other. He nudged Dorian at his side and said with a smile, "You said so old comrades are here, where are they?

You have to let know in advance because once the selection begins, there won't be any room for personal favors."

Upon hearing this, Dorian glanced at Karman then pulled Joe Ga's arm and took a few steps to the side, saying helplessly, "Boss, it's my instructor from Leather Head.

He brought a squad here after hearing my introduction, but now that our standards have been raised, he's worried that his people won't pass.

I was just about to talk to you about this..."

Saying so, Dorian stole another glance at Karman then muttered sowhat gloomily, "Boss, my instructor is a man of his word; he wouldn't just find a job and abandon his comrades.

So he asked to check with you, if they set up their own rcenary group, if there's any chance they could get contracts from P·B?

He has been in Iraq before and stuck it out until Arica withdrew before returning to his holand. Now his bunch of poor brothers have found him, so he wants to give it another shot."

Joe Ga was montarily stunned and then looked over those queuing rcenaries...

There was a ti when Joe Ga was so eager for skilled individuals to join?

But now...

The rcenaries looked just like laborers in a job market, no matter what unit they ca from; most of them now wore a look of hardship.

Those Colombians brought over by 'Bullhorn' even seed a bit too honest and simple.

At that mont, Joe Ga realized that rcenaries really weren't much different from ordinary job seekers.

The only real difference might be that 'fighting' is their specialty, while ordinary people are mostly pushed along by society, going wherever the tide takes them.

rcenaries aren't as they're portrayed in novels and movies; it's a job that's both dangerous and not very recognized.

Most who enter this line of work without connections are just scraping by to make a living.

Dorian's forr instructor was 'Leather Headgear', but what good is being one of Italy's top talents?

In the face of large corporations, they have no bargaining power at all!

Resources are always in the hands of a few...

Those recognized by Dorian must be competent, but now they need to pass through P·B to get work and earn money.

Dorian, seeing the odd expression on Joe Ga's face, said in a low voice, "Boss, if you feel it's too difficult, then forget it.

I'll introduce 'Gunfire' to my old instructor; getting so business to support their families shouldn't be a problem."

Joe Ga paused, looked at Dorian, and said with a smile, "Your friends are also my friends, but if they themselves feel they aren't up to the standard, forcing them in would make things difficult for you too.

However, I trust your judgnt. Here's what we can do...

Have them set up their own military contracting company. If he can't get international contractor credentials, call the Austrian for help; they owe a big favor, and they'll definitely be happy to lend a hand."

Upon hearing this, Dorian said incredulously, "Boss, they only have a dozen people, why bother with international contracting qualifications?

If you're willing to help, just finding them so work would be sufficient; there's no need to use such a big favor."

Joe Ga patted Dorian on the arm and said, "I'm soone who believes in having as many friends as possible; your friends are friends too. If there's an opportunity to help soone, we should.

If we get the qualifications sorted, I can get them into Iraq as a first-level contractor.

There's an 800-million-dollar project there, and several big players have already entered the field and started lobbying Eric and Steven."