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He actually knew about this?
"Your intelligence network is indeed well-inford," Song Heping said. "You know about my business?"
"Of course we know, don't think we Persians are vegetarians," Naxin remained arrogantly, "How was the CIA's waterboarding?"
"It was manageable, not much different than drowning training," Song Heping said.
Naxin said, "The matter you discussed with before, I have reported it to my superiors. They are very interested in you. My boss said if you really want to have peaceful relations with us, we could set a ti to talk."
Could they talk?
The "superiors" he spoke of were probably from the Persians' Special Forces, naly the legendary Guard.
Song Heping was clear that it was impossible to defend the two northern oil fields with rcenaries in the short term.
Only at least a year later, after Sadam was caught, or once Illiguo was completely controlled by the coalition forces, could the oil fields be truly safe.
Otherwise, even with three hundred rcenaries, his company still couldn't defend two large oil fields that were over five hundred and six hundred square kiloters each, respectively.
Before that, he had to deal with these ard factions.
The situation in Illiguo was extrely complicated.
He had to learn to survive in the crevices.
There was no counting on the coalition forces' help.
An incident in the past had made Song Heping alert until today.
When Naxin attacked the oil fields, he had once sent out a distress signal to the coalition forces.
But until the problem was resolved, there had been no air support from the coalition forces.
He could have reported this to Mr. Turner, asking Wood Group to question the military about what exactly had happened.
But after much consideration, he chose not to do so.
Song Heping's nature was to be independent.
Due to his family background, since he was young, he learned to rely on himself and avoid troubling others as much as possible.
Moreover, constantly seeking help from Wood Group, he was afraid that in their eyes, he and "Musician" Defense would seem incompetent.
The contract was obtained through Nancy's connections, and Mr. Wood was not willing at the ti.
Reporting too much about the actual situation here might bring negative consequences.
People, indeed, still need to rely on themselves.
Thus, Song Heping gave a very straightforward reply: "No problem, three days later, you arrange the ti and place."
"I arrange?"
Naxin hadn't expected Song Heping to be so bold and decisive.
"Aren't you afraid I'll take you to Persia, find a place, and have soone bury you alive?"
Song Heping laughed, "If I were really afraid, I wouldn't have agreed. But you can try, if I frown even slightly, you can consider that I've lost."
Naxin didn't respond for a long ti.
Perhaps he was stunned by Song Heping's daredevil deanor.
Normally, people from the Special Forces wouldn't be intimidated.
It's just that Song Heping was his natural nesis.
Having suffered defeat in both of their encounters, Naxin himself was left with a bit of a shadow.
Whatever Song Heping said, he wouldn't doubt its truth.
"Good, you've got guts!" Naxin didn't ramble on: "Three days later, I will contact you."
After hanging up the phone, Song Heping sat in the passenger seat deep in thought for a long ti, pondering how to deal with the upcoming situation.
He didn't even know who would be coming to see him.
What level of leader it would be.
"Boss, do you plan to et with the heads of those Persians?"
The driver, Samir, suddenly asked.
Song Heping glanced at Samir.
Samir imdiately dared not say another word.
He suddenly felt he had spoken out of turn.
In front of him, Song Heping was an imposing killing god.
Unexpectedly, Song Heping nodded and admitted, "Yes, I'll go et with their leaders."
Samir said, "Persians are very cunning, you need to be careful."
"I don't have a choice," Song Heping said.
After a pause, he added, "Samir, there's sothing I want to talk to you about."
"What is it?" Samir asked.
"I plan to promote you to a manager in the company, with a salary of ten thousand dollars per month, plus a substantial personal insurance policy. Later, when we have recruited enough people, I plan to form two rcenary companies; you will be the captain of the first company. Are you interested?"
Upon hearing Song Heping suddenly offer him a promotion, Samir was montarily stunned and took a while to co to senses.
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Ten thousand dollars!?
He thought he must have heard wrong.
"Boss, how much did you say you're paying per month?"
"Ten thousand dollars, every month, with the sa insurance as us."
The core mbers of the company had a five hundred thousand dollar accident insurance policy.
This was much higher than the usual local temporary rcenaries.
Overwheld by happiness, Samir could barely keep his hands steady on the steering wheel.
Song Heping continued calmly, "Don't get too excited, I'm a person who believes in clear rewards and punishnts. You played a role in this Yusuf matter, so consider this your reward."
"Thank you, Boss! Thank you so much!"
Samir was so moved that his voice trembled as he spoke.
When he returned to the Green Zone, Samir drove ho.
After the car had driven away, Ferrari gave Song Heping a thumbs up, "Smart!"
Song Heping smiled, "Ferrari, what did you notice now?"
Ferrari said, "Another one you've pulled into the water. By taking your ten thousand, he's in cahoots now. Sharing spoils is one of the three iron bonds of life."
Unexpectedly, Ferrari truly didn't disappoint his quarter Chinese heritage.
He even knew that saying...
"Where did you learn that phrase?" Song Heping asked curiously.
Ferrari said, "Would I tell you that I've been reading the complete "Analects of Confucius" since I was ten, that I'm well-versed in "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu? Would I tell you I've lived in China for seven years? Song, you're underestimating ."
"Fine." Song Heping said, "Since you're so capable, I'll put you in charge of the arms storage. I plan to assign a platoon from within the two squads of local rcenaries to be responsible for the security of the Yelda Warehouse, even though Yusuf says he can send four guards there, I don't trust the quality of the local soldiers; it must be our own people."
"I agree," Ferrari said, "The warehouse is a secret, the fewer people who know, the better."
"How's the recruitnt going on your end?"
"Thanks to Samir, 120 people signed up today."
"Let think..."
Song Heping started calculating the deploynt of forces.
If it was two companies, equipped as reinforced infantry companies, each company would need three infantry combat platoons, one fire support platoon, plus one additional mortar platoon, making a total of five platoons. Such a reinforced company would need at least 140 personnel.
Adding the forces guarding the warehouse and assuming a new office building lease would also require in-house security, along with rates for leave and paid leave, ant that aside from the current fifty people, at least another 300 recruits would be needed.
Strengthening the force to 350 personnel, with an individual monthly salary of one hundred fifty dollars, plus bonuses for missions, amounted to approximately three hundred dollars in expenses per person.
With more people, at least ten trucks would also have to be acquired, for transporting weapons, ammunition, and personnel for logistical support.
The price of military trucks here in Illiguo was exorbitant, but it might be worth considering asking Yusuf to look for so old military trucks from the forr governnt army.
Trucks made during the Soviet era, though fuel-inefficient, were rugged and durable. Since fuel was cheap in Illiguo, they could be a good alternative...
As for the structure and firepower setup, Song Heping was more than familiar.
He was basically restructuring according to the model of his own Chinese army.
That way, he could command with ease.
"Tell Samir to recruit 300 people, make sure we reach that number!"
"300 people?!"
Ferrari's eyes nearly bulged out.
"You just spent over a million on arms, do you still have that much in liquid assets?"
He was right.
The startup funds for "Musician" Defense relied on the five million dollar bounty from capturing Sayif.
Afterwards they gave out five hundred thousand per person, gave Ferrari a sum to set up an overseas investnt fund and company registration, opened offshore accounts, and purchased equipnt for personnel, etc.
Now there was only a little over a million left in the company's accounts.
Having just spent over one million one hundred thousand on arms, the accounts were nearly empty.
Song Heping now had only slightly more than three hundred thousand dollars in liquid assets.
"Don't worry, we can basically sustain our weapons and ammunition needs without further spending. If we can hold on for a month, we'll have an influx of one point eight million dollars, then things will be easier. The most important thing right now is to keep the two oil fields secure. If sothing goes wrong, we'll go bankrupt."
After hearing Song Heping's plan, Ferrari felt this young man was incredibly bold.
A fight-to-the-death strategy if ever there was one.
"Is this why you're going to et with the Persians?"
"Yes!"
Song Heping nodded slightly, "As long as we can co to an agreent with the Persians, our pressure would be reduced by at least half. The rest is dealing with the Kurds and the forces of the Freedom Alliance they support, but I already have a plan for that..."
Ferrari asked, "What plan?"
Song Heping said, "Ferrari, when you're walking and there's a stone in your path, what would you do?"
Ferrari said, "Go around it."
Song Heping said, "I'd kick it away."
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