The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 49

The Ukrainian Air Force pilots in 1991 were not the world's "top" air force who later relied on bombing civilians to claim credit. Their technology was assisted by Big Brother, and they could be regarded as masters in the air.

In the later military exercises with Eagle Sauce, friendly forces from both sides collided in the air. In the world, also after the millennium, they were called: "the worst air force in the world."

It has to be said that Lao Maozi's coffin board can hardly hold it down.

At the Air Force Club, Tang Dao saw the pilots who had assembled, standing listlessly and crookedly, and some of them were even flushed and smelled of alcohol, which made Tang Dao pass the other party in his heart.

"This is Mr. Nicholas. He needs some old drivers. I think, gentlemen, if you have ideas, you can interview." Gorbanov smiled, and the flesh on his face was shaking.

The group of pilots had obviously heard the news, but there was only a single applause, and most of them had scrutinizing eyes.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, I have always had a kind of admiration for soldiers, so I am willing to personally donate 30,000 US dollars to change the status quo of the Air Force Club, so that everyone can better protect the sky of Ukraine." Tang Dao bundled his hands first Open your mouth, here's a sweet date first, sure enough, the pilots in front of me looked at each other immediately after saying this, but the next second they cheered.

As a special technical unit, although their salary will not be low, their benefits have been cut a lot, and they can barely make ends meet.

Moreover, the most unbearable thing for them is that the Air Force Club only serves a small amount of alcohol, how can this be? How do you fly a plane without alcohol? They protested many times, but the logistics department kept saying that there was no way.

Hearing the cheers, Kobanov was embarrassed, and he still complained about Tang Dao in his heart.

If you want to support me, that's fine. Now that he's saying it in front of the public, he's too embarrassed to get stuck in it, so he can only touch his nose and applaud along with the public opinion.

"We are a comprehensive foreign trade company, and now urgently need 20 qualified crew members. If selected, the annual salary is not less than 150,000 US dollars, and there are half-year bonuses and year-end bonuses. If the benefits are good, there will be additional There are bonuses and subsidies in each quarter."

$150,000! ?

Immediately, needles could be heard in the club, only Tang Dao's voice was full of temptation surrounding everyone's ears, followed by rapid panting and...crazy!

"Choose me, choose me, I have piloted Su-27 fighter jets for more than 400 hours."

"I...I have the Air Force Hero Medal issued by the Soviet Union, and my safe distance is more than 20,000 kilometers!"

"I have tried four models..."

This group of proud sons of heaven went completely crazy, and kept rushing forward. This enthusiasm scared Tang Dao back half a step. Jin Dun and others hurried forward to protect him in the middle, and Gorbanov was behind. He kept shouting, and even climbed onto the table to scold, "Gentlemen, you are soldiers, not bandits! Please stand still for me, or I will send you to the confinement room."

The confinement room was like a scourge, and the pilots immediately became more rational, but they still looked at Tang Dao with hope.

Tang Dao wiped off his cold sweat. He underestimated everyone's enthusiasm. In fact, his standard was completely uncompetitive in the era of booming private airlines around the millennium. At that time, the prices offered by many companies were The annual salary is US$400,000 to 500,000, and excellent pilots cannot be recruited.

After entering the 21st century, what is the most valuable, talent!

"Gentlemen, please calm down." Tang Dao pulled off his wrinkled suit, his voice was a little hoarse, "I am willing to give you this much salary, but the requirements are also very high. First, you are not allowed to pay during the flight. Drinking alcohol and pets are not allowed on the plane, especially bears! Second, my company's current main business area is Africa. If anyone can't stand it, please don't raise your hand. Third, everyone must sign a ten-year contract with the company at least. If you can't do that, don't waste your time."

This requirement looks normal to others, but to Soviet pilots.

Too much ╮(???????)╭!

Their demand for alcohol exceeds their desire for US dollars, some of them put down their hands angrily, and some shouted in dissatisfaction, "It is safest to drink and fly, because you can't feel the pain from the wind. .”

Tang Dao twitched his face, and shut his mouth honestly.

You can't discuss security incidents with a bunch of drunkards, all he can do is refuse them to join his company, Tang Dao turned to look at Jin Dun, "I leave this to you, you must choose according to my requirements, I don't want mine Dollars are used as charity.”

"Okay, Boss." Jin Dun nodded, commanded two bodyguards to put the table together, and called out loudly for all those who are willing to sign up. He also asked Gobanov to find someone familiar with the pilot to identify, so as not to cause any future accidents. A shoddy person.

Gobanov came over at this time, like a pyramid schemer, "Mr. Nigulas, what else are you looking for?"

"I think these goods are enough." Tang Dao shrugged and refused. The main reason was that he didn't have much money in his bank card. After spending six million dollars like this, it quickly shrunk. He had digested it for a while, and it was an unexpected surprise to get three Il-76s.

According to his character, he first finds a place to live, such as North Africa or Central Africa, and then opens up a waterway to radiate Africa. Around 1991, many civil wars broke out. Those warlords had money but no weapons, so they just waited. Treasure land for development?

Tang Dao has a very detailed development blueprint in his mind. Europe is the chassis of several big countries. North America also has rogues. Asia is even more dangerous. A group of penguins in Antarctica do not have civil wars, and polar bears do not need tanks. They can only gain a foothold in Africa. Well, the people here are easy to bully, and the corresponding colonial rule has just ended, so the competitiveness is less, but it is also more chaotic,

Gorbanov shrunk his head in disappointment when he heard that Tang Dao had no other interest. He was also planning to sell the Su-27 fighter jet and the Tu-22M bomber known as "Backfire". These things are all money, but the expression on this face is just gone, and the enthusiasm is restored, "Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria and have a good drink to celebrate the happy cooperation."

To drink... denatured alcohol?

"You're welcome, General, I have to go back and arrange for people to pick up the goods. There are too many things." Tang Dao pressed Gorbanov's wrist~www.mtlnovel.com~ and waved his hand, "Next time, I invite you to come to the United States, Let's have a drink together."

This is a polite remark, but the Ukrainians take it seriously!

He pursed his lips regretfully, sighed, but said with a smile, "I won't force my friend to do anything, but you must not forget what you said, I haven't been to America yet. "

Capitalism has two extremes in Ukraine's mind at this time, curiosity, fear, or repulsion and joy.

Very complicated emotions affect the Soviet political arena, as well as ordinary people.

Gorbanov sent Tang Dao to the door in person, promised to cooperate with Jindun to recruit all the people and sent Il-76 to Kyiv Airport in a formal name, gave Tang Dao a hug and sent him to the car to leave.

Sitting in the car, Tang Dao turned his head and waved his hands. He stretched out his hands after he was above the water level, closed the window, but looked outside, and suddenly said, "Pierce."

"Boss?" Alexander Pierce, who was sitting in the front co-pilot, turned his head and responded.

"Do you know a lot of Vietnam veterans?"

Pierce hummed, "I know many people. There are more than a hundred homeless people in New York."

"I'm willing to give them a job, can you manage them?" Tang Dao turned his head, looked at him and asked.

"Work?" Pierce's left cheek trembled, but then he showed joy, "Of course, boss, I don't think they need to pay too much attention to management, because they will definitely cherish any job! I swear, God knows How miserable they are."

Obviously, he was thrilled.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Tang Dao lowered his hand, "Go back to New York and contact them. If you want, you can come to me, but tell them that making money will kill people."

Chapter end