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Some people have sad faces, while others are radiant.

Jun Zi is the representative of this. He wears a suit and leather shoes, and a tie is meticulously tied. His hair, which is no longer than finger length, is also smeared with hair wax and combed back to create an unusually slicked back hair.

He stood on the front desk of the temporarily borrowed hotel conference room, put his fist to his mouth and coughed. As far as he could see, there was a crowd of heads below.

There are nearly a hundred people, all of whom are retired special forces.

Among them, some were in the same class as Junzi, and some were acquaintances with him.

The young master asked him to find someone he trusted, but anyone he knew well in the army, he fucking trusted!

Accidentally, I shouted a little too much.

"Brother Jun, you are really fucking prosperous now. Damn it, you called all these brothers here and gave them a single fucking room. Now the whole hotel and the whole floor are about to be occupied.

We retired comrades-in-arms give Bao Yuan a shout out."

"Yes, Brother Jun, I really envy you. Among the old comrades who have retired now, you are the best."

"However, Brother Jun... we still have to explain some things clearly. We are here to give you face, but there are some things that we will not do, and we cannot do things that violate our principles."

"Yes, Brother Jun, it's pretty good for me to work for that company now. I work day and night, and I get four days off per month. The salary is pretty high, almost tens of thousands. I'm going to achieve financial freedom."

Remember m in one second.

"..."

Among the retired special forces soldiers sitting neatly below, there were some voices talking about it. Some were envious of the soldiers, but most of them still had a wait-and-see attitude. Most of them even had their own jobs.

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Qin Lang is sitting in the back. Apart from being a bit handsome, there is nothing special about him. They are all men and no one will stare at him.

After a quick glance, he felt funny in his heart. Is the sentimental soldier calling out all the old comrades he knew?

Moreover, even those who have jobs are not spared. Are you planning to poach them?

He was curious to see what Junzi would do next.

"Ahem, please be quiet for a moment." Junzi raised his hand to indicate that the scene had calmed down.

They were all retired special forces and were extremely disciplined. The scene instantly became quiet.

The microphone in the conference room was broken, so Junzi could only raise his voice and amplify his voice as much as possible so that everyone could hear what he said.

He pointed at a comrade who had just spoken and said, "Old Huang, the freedom of wealth you just mentioned, what do you think is freedom of wealth?

What do some of our comrades say? Isn’t financial freedom just about having more money? We can do whatever we want!

I'm here to tell you, it's wrong!

What is financial freedom? It means that you have so much money that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do! You have the right to say no! Do you have the fucking right to say no?

You work as a bodyguard and your boss asks you to drink this glass of wine. Do you have the right to say no?

You have the right to say no, what should you do? Point your finger at the boss’s nose and yell, “Fuck you, I won’t drink, I won’t work anymore, what can I do?”

Lao Huang lowered his head, "Who dares to say this? Aren't you obviously looking for someone to fire for the boss?"

Lao Huang was a little unconvinced and asked directly, "What about you, Brother Jun? Do you dare to talk to the boss like this?"

Junzi snorted coldly, "Do I dare? Of course I don't dare! I'm even more tired than all of you here!

If the young master just says a word, I will have to go out and get things done, and I will be exhausted every day!

Do you think I am willing to stand here and talk to you about these big principles? There is not even a microphone in such a big conference room. I am talking here at the top of my voice, and my throat is about to smoke. Do you think I am willing? I don’t want to talk either.

of.

There is no other way, the young master will give you money!

He gave too much!!”

Hiss...

Not to mention those retired special forces soldiers who were dumbfounded by their soldiers, even Qin Lang, who was sitting in the back row, was shocked when he heard these words.

Good guy!

Is Junzi having an epiphany?!

Great enlightenment!

Lao Huang raised his hand tremblingly, "Brother Jun, how is your income now?"

There were nearly a hundred people, all of whom had their ears pricked up and were attentive.

Junzi shook his head and sighed, "It's not good. My monthly salary is less than 30,000 yuan. Plus quarterly dividends and year-end bonuses, it's only one or two million.

Don't just think that the salary seems okay, it's actually not as simple as you think.

On weekdays, everyone who works in this industry needs to relax, get a massage or something, which can cost hundreds or even thousands at a time. Do you know what it feels like for those of us who work for young masters?

It’s too difficult! If you go there once, you will lose at least one billion!

The young master has rented out the entire fifth floor of Xian Zhilian next door for a month. Those of us who work for him are exhausted every day. Once we have some time to rest, he will let us go to the fifth floor to spend extra hours. This body is so weak

Ah, one day is worse than the other!

Also, the last time the young master went out to spend money, he had two million left. He casually gave it to me and asked me to divide it among my forty brothers. Do you know how difficult it is for me? I definitely can’t divide it equally. Someone who works hard

There are also lazy people. No matter how the money is divided, I, the leader, will offend others!

Sigh... The world is difficult and we have to live with it. I called you here this time because I wanted to expand the young master's bodyguard team. That's all I have to say. I feel aggrieved just talking about it.

If you want to do it, just say no, if you don’t want to do it, I won’t make it difficult for you, we will still be old comrades-in-arms."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang in the conference room. Everyone looked following the sound, but it was Lao Huang's phone that rang.

He raised his hand in embarrassment and took out the phone. After listening for a while, he yelled angrily in front of the military commander, "Work overtime? Work overtime!?

Don’t you know that I’m on leave?

You asked me to go back and work overtime during the big holiday? Are you out of your mind?

I’m quitting. Whoever likes to work overtime can do it. You stupid thing, you can do whatever you like!”

Snap!

Lao Huang angrily cut off the phone, and after cursing for a while, he looked at Junzi, coughed, and then made a strange sound to him in a sharp voice, "Zee."

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Damn it!

A group of old comrades-in-arms heard this and rushed to the scene.

"squeak!"

"Squeak!"

"Zhizhizhi..."

"..."

The entire conference room was filled with squeaking sounds. Those who knew it was a group of people having a meeting inside, but those who didn't know it thought it was a rat plague!

These old comrades-in-arms, they don’t want to say anything either!

But Brother Jun can give so much!
Chapter completed!