White Bear and Grey Wolf couldn't guarantee finding the right candidates within a month, but White Bear had an idea, suggesting Song Heping seek help from a cook.
It was indeed a good idea.
Song Heping knew what the cook was capable of.
However, it had been so long since they last contacted, after picking up the phone and finding the number in the directory, he hesitated quite a while before finally dialing.
"Brother! My good brother!"
When the familiar voice of the cook ca through the phone, Song Heping's anxious heart finally settled.
"Why haven't you called for so long?"
The cook's tone carried a hint of reproach.
"You didn't call either."
Song Heping countered jokingly, "I heard you're doing really well in Moscow, hanging out with high society and those folks from the Federal Security Bureau, even started an upscale restaurant."
"The restaurant was opened with the money you gave ." On the other end of the phone, it sounded like the cook sniffled, his voice grew more emotional.
"That's what you deserved, after all, you have shares in the company," Song Heping said. "If you're truly unhappy in Russia, co back to the company, your place is always here."
The cook on the other end fell silent.
After a long while, he said, "You wouldn't call just to chat up these cheesy lines, would you?"
Classical music played in the background.
Song Heping glanced at his watch, it was nearly noon.
He guessed the cook was busy in the restaurant.
Not wanting to waste his ti, he ca clean, "I'm planning to establish a base in Venezuela soon, as you know, I've always felt unsafe here in Illiguo. Although working with the US Army is fine, I always feel a bit insecure."
"Hmm, you can't trust the Aricans," the cook said. "If you need help, you can also co to Russia, I've got you covered."
"Forget it," Song Heping laughed. "A mountain can't house two tigers, you and I better not crowd together."
"Hahaha!" The cook burst into laughter. "Tell , what problems have you encountered in Venezuela? So of my friends there still have so influence."
Song Heping said, "I haven't run into trouble with building the base yet, but I'm looking to buy two Sukhoi-24s to have on standby there, so I need pilots and a ground crew team, and they have to be skilled, not beginners. As for the salary, I'll offer a good rate."
"You want to buy Sukhoi-24s?"
The cook was also surprised and couldn't help but remark, "Song, you really made it big, even buying airplanes now, I should buy so too in the future!"
Song Heping said, "Stop talking about that useless stuff. I approached White Bear and Grey Wolf, wanting them to contact so in Russia to see if there were any retired pilots interested in working for PMC Company, who could work long-term in South Arica. However, they said they don't have many direct contacts with the Air Force, and finding soone would require pulling several strings, taking too much ti. I need to find people and have them onboard within a month, can you help out?"
"No problem! After all, I'm still a shareholder! You should have co to earlier, instead of going to Grey Wolf and White Bear, they're just paratroopers, they might know a few helicopter pilots, but they aren't in touch with real Air Force pilots."
"Besides, such a small matter, who needs a month? I'll settle it within a week! How many pilots and ground maintenance staff do you need?" the cook said generously.
Song Heping said, "Currently, I have one pilot who can fly the Sukhoi-24, but I'm missing three more pilots to man the two combat planes. As for the ground crew, I'm thinking each plane will need two to three ground technicians, what do you think?"
After pondering for a mont, the cook said, "You'll surely need three pilots, and for the ground staff, I'll find so experts for you. Their salaries aren't high here in Russia, and if the pay you offer is decent, I guess they'd be very willing to go to South Arica. The climate in Venezuela is nice, certainly better than the icy cold we have here in winter."
"Great, then I'll leave it to you."
The two chatted casually on the phone for a while, and suddenly, the cook ntioned he had guests and needed to attend to them personally, they'd talk another ti.
The call ended quickly.
Song Heping held his phone, stunned for quite a while.
Attend to them personally?
For soone like the cook to personally serve guests?
Sothing strange is going on.
After finishing the call with the cook, Song Heping called over Jiang Feng.
The ELN order and the matter of the training base in Venezuela involved various aspects, one of which was the team of talents.
He asked Jiang Feng to contact his forr comrades-in-arms dostically to see if anyone was willing to go abroad to serve as a military instructor.
Jiang Feng had previously been in an amphibious forces training brigade, and the task Song Heping gave him was to get in touch with so of the non-commissioned officers from his forr brigade.
The non-commissioned officers were the backbone of the combat units at the grassroots level and were considered elite.
Especially the NCOs in the training brigade, those who had been squad leaders or even acted as platoon leaders. They had unique insights and abilities in training soldiers and were a highly professional group.
If following dostic organizational divisions, recruiting twenty instructors could support at least a company of training, which equates to a battalion.
Song Heping's concept was to initially establish a regint-level training base organization, consisting of three companies and one brigade headquarters—a total team of seventy people would suffice.
The institution's setup and structure completely followed the training brigade model, and the training venues were constructed according to the standards and scale of special forces units.
As for the textbooks,
Heh.
Just replicate, as they were all readily available. Those training materials written by the instructors in the brigade during their military service were countless, just take and use directly.
The intensity and standards were to be applied directly according to PLA's requirents, which was sufficient for PMC rcenary training.
And Jiang Feng was in charge of this area of business.
"Jiang Feng, if the base over in South Arica gets established, I'm planning to put you in charge, you'll be the brigade commander responsible for the operation of the base."
Song Heping wasn't just leading Jiang Feng on.
He needed a trusted confidant to manage the business in Venezuela.
The arms aspect was handled by Ramas and his son, while the military training and base operations were entrusted to Jiang Feng.
This team that he had built, everyone needed to be utilized to their fullest. Relying solely on himself to handle everything, the company would never grow.
"Old squad leader... as brigade commander..."
Jiang Feng hesitated.
"I have previously served as an acting district commander…"
Song Heping said, "You haven't served, neither have I. If you haven't, can't you learn? After all, you co from a military background, can't you overco a little difficulty? If you don't understand, find soone who does to assist you. Is this sothing I need to teach you? Didn't you brag about how incredible you were in the training team back in the days? Were you just bluffing then?"
Jiang Feng was scolded by Song Heping, which made him break out in a cold sweat on his forehead.
It felt like returning to the days in the military, standing in front of the company commander getting scolded.
"Yes! I guarantee the mission will be completed."
"Don't rush. First, make so phone calls. I might need to return to the country soon, and you will co with . After getting in touch with your comrades, we will et them and I will asure their capabilities."
Having said this, Song Heping thought of another thing and reminded, "You don't necessarily have to find people you know; you can also ask your comrades to find so from your military district's special forces, see if there are suitable candidates, officers or veterans, as long as they are capable of being instructors. Just don't bring any good-for-nothings; I don't take such people here."
"How could I... I wouldn't dare to cheat you, old squad leader..." Jiang Feng quickly assured, "I guarantee all the people I find will be elite. Speaking of which, many NCOs who return to civilian life still possess great combat skills but have no opportunity to show them. There's a fellow village man in our reconnaissance company, enlisted a year before , also a top contender in military contests, a real tough guy. Guess what? He's driving a taxi now. I previously tried to get him to co abroad with as a rcenary, but he refused, saying that working for foreigners felt deaning. Now the situation is different, you're the company boss, offering jobs to our own people, I reckon he won't have objections now!"
"Good, such talents, you recruit them over then."
As he finished speaking, the telephone on the table began to vibrate.
Song Heping saw the number; it was Yusuf's.
He thought, this guy works really fast.
It's only been a day, and he already has so leads?
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