Battlefield Contract Worker

A building in Virginia is heavily guarded. Two hundred meters away from this building are guards, and no one is allowed to approach. There are also some important people who are heavily guarded by bodyguards. Retired generals from the Pentagon, major owners of private military companies, are regulars here.

There is a very deceptive name Matthews Club here. The club has only twenty members since its establishment, and they are absolute authorities from more than sixty private military companies and military-industrial enterprises. But in reality, this is the headquarters of the Military Occupational Management Council.

In the fully enclosed and soundproofed security conference room, the faces of the 20 people participating in the conference were all bad-looking.

"Gentlemen, this declaration of war is the biggest challenge the management committee has encountered since its establishment more than 20 years ago." A white man in his fifties tapped on the tabletop and said, "Black Isle's actions have gone beyond what we can tolerate. Limits. They are trying to challenge the bottom line of the management board"

"Jeff, this is your problem. We came to you to solve the problem, not to listen to your complaints. The current situation is that of our more than 60 companies, at least 20 have withdrawn from the committee and joined the black The damned global mercenary alliance established by the Island Company. Many other companies are also hesitant. We want to hear the committee’s countermeasures, not complain.” Morningstar’s Qiao said viciously.

"You are saying so much to ask us to reduce management costs, but this is unavoidable. If we want to maintain the normal operation of the committee, we must collect these fees. We are organized, and we can't make changes like Fatty Long." Management The Jeff on the committee was a little impatient.

"The problem now is that our mercenaries are quitting. Our employees are asking for a pay increase, and if we do what they say, it's going to add a lot to the cost, and you know the U.S. government doesn't do anything like us. With multiple taxes levied by enterprises and management fees paid to the management committee, most companies will fall into an unprofitable state." A black man said cautiously.

"That's right, if this goes on, our private military company will be finished. The management committee must also be disbanded. To be honest, some of the committee's rules must be changed so that we can no longer be oppressed like this." The boss of another private military company said loudly.

"Mr. Silence, we are discussing the threat from the Black Isle Company." Jeff said loudly.

"I don't care what the threat is, all I know is that the 1,000+ employees under my command formally gave us an ultimatum yesterday. Either give them a raise or they're going to strike. Gentlemen, they're on an assisted combat mission in a conflict zone. Yes, once they really strike, it means they might as well just kill me." The owner of a private mercenary company said helplessly.

"The global mercenary alliance established by the Black Island Company only charges a small fee, and they are in St. Kaiser Island. That bastard, Fatty Long, is now the legal chief there. What is the tax rate, and whether it is levied or not is entirely his words. But we are different, we are a big system. It is impossible to reduce the reduction, and the fees collected by each company are based on procedures." Several members of the management committee were bitter.

"We understand, but our mercenaries don't. They even set up a mercenary union, elected Yinlang as their representative, and negotiated salary issues with various companies. Their slogan is to refuse to accept exploitation again. Following the committee, they could not meet their demands, and they would go on strike en masse.

God, think about it, the mercenary strike is a joke. If the committee does not adjust its strategy, then after this meeting, I can only choose to quit the management committee. "Someone complained.

"Gentlemen, these are extraordinary times, and the committee needs your loyalty." Jeff, the committee member, felt that he was going crazy.

"Sir, this has nothing to do with loyalty, because this is just a business. We are a commercial company, and it is impossible to make a loss-making business without guaranteeing benefits." The representative of the Military Professional Resources Company shook his head.

"Yes, the committee has to make adjustments. It is imperative that the mercenaries raise their wages, because if we refuse, we will be in a situation where no one is available. But the management committee has a responsibility to protect the interests of our company, otherwise what will you do? "Use" another person said emotionally.

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Several members of the management committee could only turn to look at the giants of the military industry on the other side.

The representative of Lockheed Martin took the lead in stating, "This is a problem only for military service companies. As a military manufacturer, we have no right to express our opinions."

The representative of Raytheon also said helplessly, "I am helpless too, I just hope that you can handle this matter calmly."

"Calm down, how can we calm down? We're different from you, you military and industrialists, you have a lot of money, and the profit from selling one fighter jet is enough for our annual income. We are in Afghanistan, in Syria, killing and killing, taking huge risks. The top will be suppressed and exploited by the management committee, and now the mercenaries below will be restrained by the rebellion and strike, and the company's interests cannot be guaranteed, so how can we calm down?" Morning Star's Qiao was furious.

The representatives of the private military companies below were all unable to hold back their breath, and the scene was chaotic for a time.

A member of a committee came in from outside, and whispered a few words in the ear of Jeff, who was presiding over the meeting. Jeff slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Enough, stop arguing"

The conference room was quiet for a while. Jeff, who knew that he was a little rude, said helplessly, "The news that has just been confirmed, the Global Mercenary Alliance has passed a resolution to open the mercenary market in Africa, giving up 10% of the mercenary market in more than 20 African countries. Thirty contract shares. Five more companies have joined their global mercenary alliance."

"It's alright, everyone is almost half gone. You are still here to discuss and discuss how to deal with it. When the results come out, I'm afraid there are only a few of you in this conference room. I don't care, you can do whatever you want. Okay. My company has withdrawn from the committee." A representative of a private military company pushed away his chair and strode outside.

There was another chaos in the "this" conference room. Jeff from the management committee is going to break his heart. This damned Fatty Long is really a bloodthirsty devil.

He directly grasped the characteristics of businessmen seeking profit and exerted pressure on all private military companies through mercenaries. As a result, private military companies have dissatisfied and distrusted the management committee, and gradually they have all turned to the global mercenary alliance. That's not enough, he actually won over these private military companies by giving up some of the benefits.

Jeff now feels that he is no longer in control of the situation. Those large military enterprises in the conference room obviously have nothing to do with him. And the representatives of those mercenary companies are full of resentment and distrust towards the management committee.