After taking it, he slipped it onto his own finger.
It fit the middle finger just right.
"Beautiful, and a perfect fit," he said in complint.
Avanti said, "It's a Persian ruby, very nice indeed."
He paused, then added, "If possible, I hope Mr. Song can stay here and give our special forces officers a couple of lessons."
"Teach a class?"
Song Heping was taken aback.
"What class?"
"Tactics class, courses on tactical thinking," Avanti said, "Don't worry, I will support you with the highest fees we offer to foreign military consultants."
Having accepted one million dollars from them, Song Heping really wasn't interested in the fee; he was worried about another issue.
"Mr. Avanti, may I ask if all the officers here are absolutely trustworthy?"
"Of course," said Avanti, "I cannot vouch for other units, but there are no spies among my n. You can rest assured on that. Selection for the special operations brigade involves rigorous screening, including background checks that assess up to three generations of ancestors. Only those without a single blemish can join.
Moreover, they receive higher treatnt than any other departnt, and their families are also very well taken care of. No one would betray our secrets."
"Oh!"
Feeling sowhat reassured, Song Heping listened on.
Avanti asked, "What's the matter? Mr. Song, are you worried that this operation might be leaked?"
Without evading the issue, Song Heping nodded and admitted, "Yes, I've had such concerns; after all, our opponents are SAD."
"Then you can be at ease," Avanti said, "So far, according to the spies we've placed in their departnt, they only have a vague idea of what we're doing, but they know nothing about you all. They still think it's our own operatives carrying out the mission."
Song Heping's heart settled.
So he said, "Alright, I'll teach two classes here, mainly on special forces combat and the thinking and principles behind tactical planning. But this is all theoretical; how much they can comprehend and learn depends on the officers' own insight."
"Excellent!"
Avanti raised his teacup.
"That is more than sufficient. Thank you very much, my friend. If there's anything I can do for you, feel free to contact anyti. The secret mailbox we set up for you will always be active."
"Cheers."
...
Song Heping stayed in the Persian military camp for an entire day.
At ten o'clock at night, upon Song Heping's request, he took a helicopter back to Illiguo the sa way he had arrived, following the sa route.
The cook personally ca to the desert to greet him.
Back at the oilfield, Song Heping and the cook talked late into the night in their dormitory.
Song Heping's main concern was to get an update on the company's recent business.
Everything seed to be fine.
The only issue was the arms deal.
While the profits were good, Song Heping couldn't help but feel uncomfortable about not taking a deposit.
That's not how international trade is done.
Who does business without a deposit?
But the cook was of a firm opinion that his friend could be absolutely trusted.
Seeing him so adamant, Song Heping didn't say anything more.
The next morning, Ferrari called and said that Avanti's paynt of one million dollars had arrived.
Consequently, Song Heping called over White Bear, Grey Wolf, and Hunter.
"The compensation for the Cockroach Country operation has been credited," he said.
"It has!?"
White Bear's eyes imdiately lit up.
Grey Wolf couldn't help but grin.
Hunter, on the other hand, was quite calm and showed no change of expression.
Song Heping said, "According to the commission regulation, we take out 20% of the mission's proceeds to share, and the remaining 80% goes into the public account. At the end of the year, we distribute bonuses based on the company's profits. Any objections?"
White Bear was the first to shake his head: "No objections!"
Twenty percent of one million dollars was two hundred thousand dollars.
As only four people had gone on this mission,
it ant each person could get a fifty thousand dollar cut.
"Boss, you should take more," said Grey Wolf, "We hardly faced any danger this mission, and you were the one who took the most risks."
Hunter agreed, "Right, boss, you should take a larger share."
They all held Song Heping in high regard.
After all, Song Heping had taken the greatest risks and exerted the most effort among the four during the mission.
If the distribution was based on effort, no one would object to him taking more.
"Let's split it this way for now. Once Ferrari's company charter is established, there will be a fair distribution of dividends between the shareholders and the legal entities. Everything will be done according to the charter. I won't take advantage nor will I be shortchanged. Don't worry about ; I was in charge of this mission, so what I say goes," Song Heping said.
With these words, White Bear and the others were thoroughly convinced.
"Then, thank you, boss."
"Working with the boss is aweso!"
Their laughter was all smiles.
White Bear said, "Boss, I have a suggestion!"
Song Heping responded, "Go ahead."
White Bear said, "We've earned quite a bit lately, and the cook has just dealt another batch of arms. Once the deal goes through, our company will have an additional inco of nearly two million dollars. Our year-end bonus won't be small."
Song Heping replied, "Don't just focus on the inco; also consider the expenses. Our company is hiring more and more rcenaries. Does training not cost money? Do the local rcenaries' benefits co for free? It can't just be us making money while others don't even have bones to chew on. Eventually, they'll sell us out."
Grey Wolf kept nodding, "The boss is right."
Song Heping asserted, "Rest assured, each of you will get the profits you deserve, down to the last cent."
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