Chapter 62: You know a fart! (Seeking collection and follows)

When returning to the dormitory at night, the bodyguards from the Mainland, including the old squad leader, were all a bit absent-minded, and even had a bit of mental trance.

They were all shocked by the high salary revealed in Wu Feng's mouth.

The few people lived in a four-person room.

A room of nearly 20 square meters, with beds on top and desks below, just like a college student dormitory in later generations.

The room is fully equipped with TV, refrigerator, and washing machine, and there is air conditioning configuration.

The dormitory also connects to other balconies and bathrooms, and it is quite convenient to live in.

Living on the same floor as Wu Feng, the rooms on both sides and opposite are their dormitories.

There is a canteen for meals, the clothes on their bodies are all configured for free, and travel is also by van.

It can be said that they don't need to spend money on food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

Even if they get sick, the Tong Lau they live in also has a small medical room, which can handle drips and simple wound treatment.

Their salary can be sent back to their hometown in the Mainland entirely.

Just one month is enough to let their family live a good life that makes people envious!

Two or three months of salary is enough to build a big house in the village.

A basic salary of 5,000 a month, they almost broke their heads for the quota at the beginning.

But who knew that this was only the basic salary for the first year, and the subsequent salary would double!

At this time, all the bodyguards from the Mainland had no intention of sleeping, and subconsciously gathered in the old squad leader's dormitory.

The old squad leader was the oldest, already in his thirties, but he saw some clues.

Facing the companions in the room, especially the familiar comrades-in-arms from the same unit, he smiled bitterly: "Little Wu didn't reveal it in advance, I guess it was also to give us a few opportunities!"

"If it was said early, I'm afraid we wouldn't even have the qualifications to compete!"

A few words made the familiar comrades-in-arms from the same unit blush and feel embarrassed.

Isn't it? The unit Wu Feng joined belongs to the logistics unit, and the individual combat power of the comrades-in-arms is naturally not outstanding, which is a fact.

If Wu Feng put forward the requirements and said all the salary benefits clearly, where would they have a chance?

At most, having one familiar comrade-in-arms from the same unit was already giving enough face.

The other retired military experts in the dormitory all smiled without saying a word.

They were the ones who relied on their own hard skills to fight out from many competitors.

Just didn't expect that Wu Feng, a big boss from the same unit, was so generous!

If the news had spread early, they wouldn't have enough confidence to really fight out.

"Everyone don't slack off!"

At this time, the old squad leader reminded: "Little Wu didn't say, he has high requirements for us!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the atmosphere in the dormitory suddenly became tense.

"He requires us to learn when we have time, and it is best to become a qualified public secretary or administrative assistant within a year!"

"I guessed part of the reason; he is from the Mainland just like us, and it is difficult for him to trust people in Hong Kong in a short time. We must satisfy his demand for talent!"

Seeing the military men in the room showing difficulty, he said irritably: "Look at your little promise, Little Wu gave such good material conditions, it is normal to have higher requirements for us!"

"In the past, there was no such good promotion opportunity, but now the opportunity has come, and you can also learn from Little Wu. Such an opportunity is rare, you can't be ungrateful!"

"Tell you, if anyone slacks off, I will directly write a report to the higher-level department, and then kick you out directly, see how you cry!"

Wu Feng naturally didn't know what happened in the old squad leader's dormitory.

For these bodyguards carefully selected from the Mainland, he did have high requirements.

Just to ensure his own safety, with Wu Feng's quite self-disciplined lifestyle, in fact, the workload of these bodyguards is very low, so naturally, he can't let go of the large amount of free time.

Even if there is a need for training partners, there is still quite a lot of time to learn and improve themselves.

Their background is clean, once their ability is improved, there are many places they can help Wu Feng.

Combined with the professional elites recruited in Hong Kong, it is easy to set up an administrative agency that can operate effectively. He can only think of so much, and he also needs to keep learning and charging himself.

As for the underlings, once they get involved in normal commercial competition, their identity is easy to become a target, and it is uncomfortable to be caught by opponents.

Not to mention anything else, if commercial opponents use the power of the police station and do not allow underlings with society backgrounds to leave the country in a certain period of time, it is very likely to affect the normal operation of a big business.

This is considered a relatively formal commercial competition method, if there are some 'simple and unadorned' methods, their society identity is easy to have trouble.

Wu Feng's idea is very simple, legitimate business, underlings should not participate.

In Hong Kong, in addition to legitimate business, there are many gray businesses that are difficult to put on the table, and their energy is mainly placed on these.

This day, Wu Feng rarely wore a formal suit, a casual suit and casual leather shoes.

The whole person revealed a sharp atmosphere, brought a group of three bodyguards, and eight fighters, met with three underlings, and took three vans directly to the Hong Kong headquarters.

Jing Kun, this guy in a flamboyant red suit, had been waiting at the door of the main hall for a long time.

Seeing the three vans coming, and Wu Feng and the three underlings coming out of the van, the corners of his mouth twitched, and while taking the initiative to greet, he said irritably: "Wow Feng Zai, do you have to be so simple?"

"Why, Brother Kun's luxury car can hold six underlings at once? Then I will go buy one too!"

Wu Feng laughed and teased, looking at the environment of the Hong Kong headquarters.

A five-story old building, it looks like the area is not small, and it looks out of place with the surrounding high-rise buildings.

This is the foundation, having such a building as the main hall in the prosperous Kowloon urban area.

Not to mention, there is a spacious parking area, and several luxury cars lined up are quite eye-catching.

"Haha, you kid is joking, do you want me to arrange a minibus as your seat?"

Jing Kun rolled his eyes, he was a bit confused, clearly both are Mong Kok Jianghu big shots, how can Wu Feng be so cautious?

If other society big shots see it, won't they laugh to death?

You know a fart!

Wu Feng didn't want to talk to this guy, although it is not a Hong Kong-style world where there is danger everywhere, the Hong Kong society is chaotic enough, and danger still exists at any time.

Prince is powerful, as the Hong Kong God of War, isn't he easily cut into serious injury by a few knife hands?

As a result, he didn't even know what was going on until he was hospitalized, how was he surrounded and killed by knife hands?

Hongxing is not a piece of iron, and even the major Hall Masters may have not small private conflicts.

Plus Dongxing Five Tigers, none of them are normal people, who knows if they will be killed from inside and outside.

Dinosaur and Datian Er both died very unjustly; they didn't have any signs before being targeted.

For the careless Jing Kun, he

You're the only one who's capable, but if another society sent a hitman of Chen Haonan's caliber to surround and kill you one day, let's see if you can still laugh then?

(End of chapter)