I'm a chaebol in South Korea

Chapter 303 Not To Be Remembered
Mildew Country, New Jersey, along the banks of the Hudson River.

Iron Fis, Iron Fist's new address sits in an old warehouse on the shore.

Parker asked someone to simply renovate the place. The warehouse on the first floor is used for training, and the second floor is a place for offices and meetings.

The open space in the middle of the warehouse is the shooting range and parking lot.

Now, there is only empty concrete.

An old-fashioned pickup truck drove into the open space, and a man in a camouflage vest, combat pants, and military boots jumped out of the car.

"Hey, look who this is?"

Hanging the backpack in the truck on his shoulder, the other party strode towards Pike at the back door.

"This is not our Pike boss, he is back, hahaha..."

"You're welcome, buddy."

The two palms were clasped together, and the body hit the lower shoulder tightly. The other party stood beside Pike and waited for others.

Today is call-up day.

Anyone who Parker thinks is useful and meets the standards will receive his invitation.

He wants to build a technically qualified and professional team for the boss.

At critical moments, it can come in handy.

After a while, the people waiting for Pike arrived.

There are 12 people in total, and he searched and found out the most suitable candidates.

Together with him, these people will become the team to build [Iron Fist].

"Pike, I heard you're working for South Koreans now, man, can't that be true?"

As soon as he entered the door, someone made a joke of him.

The smile on Pike's face sank instantly: "Sean, never make jokes about race here."

Seeing his expression, Sean spread his hands in embarrassment and said, "What's the matter, I'm just curious, not..."

Eric beside him raised his hand and signaled him to stop talking with his eyes.

It was obvious what he meant.

We are all comrades in arms, and continuing to argue will only make the situation more embarrassing.

"Now that everyone is here, there is something I just want to make clear."

Pike separated his legs, grasped his right wrist with his left hand, and faced everyone with his waist straight.

Seeing this scene, everyone unconsciously straightened their waists and put their hands on the trouser line.

"This is not in the army, you can relax... What I want to say is that I came to you because I think you are the best people I know."

"At the same time, a stable high income is also needed. So, I picked you out of hundreds of people, and there are only 12 of you."

"Now, the first thing you need to figure out is who pays your wages."

"Secondly, don't make any race-related jokes here, no metaphors at all. Otherwise, next time, I'll ask him to drive away."

Pike deliberately looked at Sean more, making his expression more embarrassed, and his heart was a little angry.

Isn't it just talking about his boss, is it necessary to be so serious?
Could it be that he has really become a lackey of the South Koreans.

"Finally, what I want to say is, take this job seriously, and you will not be disappointed in terms of treatment or remuneration."

"Okay, I'm done, who has any questions?"

Pike looked at the crowd, waiting for questions.

"Report."

"Simon, tell me!"

With a capable temperament and a serious face, Simon lowered his voice and said, "Can you talk about the treatment and salary first?"

Instructors, $2.1 per month, two months of vacation per year, 13 salaries.

Front-line combatants, $3.6 per month, four months of vacation per year, and 15 salaries.

Of course, this is just an approximate standard.

In fact, after the precise division, the salary of the top personnel will be higher.

The highest, even get a salary of 200 million +.

"Wow!"

Everyone wanted to behave normally, but at this moment their expressions were all out of control.

Everyone's face was filled with disbelief.

Previously, Sean, who was displeased with Pike's 'elbow out', now just wants to go to work immediately.

Also, when the boss will arrive, I don't know if I haven't had the honor to invite him to my house for dinner. Erin's lasagna is delicious.

Even industry giants may not be able to meet this salary standard.

So, what reason do they have not to work hard?
With this money, not only can my family live a good life, but I can also feel proud again and live like a normal person.

And no longer, the 'stinky soldiers' in other people's mouths.

……

buzz~
After receiving a call from Parker, Li Zhenyu had just finished a dinner with Kim Bum-soo.

Seeing Shu Minxiu's questioning eyes, Li Zhenyu signaled her to go back to the room to take a shower first, and he will come in a while.

"Is the manpower reliable?"

"Reliable, they know what loyalty is."

Just listen to this, but I really believe that Li Zhenyu is too naive.

However, relative loyalty can still be maintained without involving one's own bottom line.

After all, Li Zhenyu spent a lot of money for this.

[Iron Fist], from the very beginning, he never wanted to make money from this company.

Its biggest role is to ensure that its own business operations are free from any external harassment and threats.

Hiring professional security personnel is a good choice.

But since he has the conditions to set up his own security group, why let others make the money.

One is to spend money to support others, and the other is to spend money to support oneself.

Li Zhenyu can tell which is the best deal.

What's more, after the company gets on the right track, Parker's connections in the military will be used.

Not to mention making money for him, maintaining a balance of payments is no problem.

If Li Zhenyu is really going to lose money year after year, it will just be closed at that time.

"You have to act quickly, you may not be as lucky as Baodao this time."

This time, Baodao's troubles were resolved smoothly, thanks to Zhao Yingjun's previous connections.

When he comes back, we must arrange for him to have fun for a few days.

It's time for my yacht to arrive, so should I have a party or something?

Li Zhenyu hung up the phone and walked to the master bedroom under Jin Baora's reminder.

The water in the bathtub has been put away, and I lie down in the warm water with my thoughts empty, and Li Zhenyu leans his head back on the cushion.

"Ah~"

The feeling of being wrapped tightly in warmth is really comfortable.

In the middle of the night, Li Zhenyu, who was lying on the bed and lighting a cigarette, asked casually, "I heard that the proposal you submitted last time was successfully passed, which won you a lot of support."

"Yes, thanks to the support of all MPs."

Shu Minxiu, who had two glasses of whiskey, tiptoed back to the bed, handed him the glass that belonged to him, and snatched the cigarette from his mouth.

"Whoo~"

The smoke sprayed towards the ceiling like an arrow, and Shu Minxiu rested her head on his shoulder wearily.

"Zhenyu, being an MP is really hard."

Hearing her emotion, Li Zhenyu laughed and said, "Really? Then it's better to quit and become a lawyer. I can open a law firm for you."

Shu Minxiu turned her head and said coquettishly, "You know I didn't mean that."

Normally capable and decisive, everyone regards her as a model of a strong woman, but now she looks like a petite canary.

It's a pity that only he can appreciate this scene.

"It's hard work for people to live, and some people will be reviled even if they die. Compared with them, don't you think it's easier?"

Shu Minxiu's complexion changed, and she muttered with a cigarette in her eyes, "Tell me, after I die, will people scold me or..."

"I think it's more about forgetting."

"In this fast-paced era, no one or anything is worth remembering."

(End of this chapter)