There was obvious hesitation on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then there was laughter.
"Well, I have transformed now, you know. And I am still in the 'inspection period'. If you say something like this... I'm afraid that guy Lawrence will have to come to talk to me again later."
Hearing Roberts' bitter tone, Jiang Chen was stunned and almost laughed out loud.
I guess this guy hasn't been doing too well lately. That investigation period probably refers to the fact that the FI is monitoring his phone calls. This is really popular, after all, you have "I am monitoring you" written all over your face.
You're so miserable and you're still pretending to be with me, saying that I'll protect you when you go to Los Angeles...
Jiang Chen laughed and cursed in his heart, shook his head and prepared to hang up the phone.
"Well, it seems you can't do this business anymore, so I'll give it up."
"No, no, no, wait a minute..."
The call was hung up, but soon his cell phone started ringing again.
After pressing the connect button, Jiang Chen asked teasingly.
"Changed your number?"
"Hey, this number is quite convenient except for the higher phone charges. Ahem, let me know if you have any business."
"I remember you are a producer, but your tone... seems like you haven't been having a good time lately?" Jiang Chen asked in a playful tone.
He remembered that the gold business was worth more than 500 million U.S. dollars. According to the 9% handling fee, excluding loan interest and other costs, he should be able to earn tens of millions in the end.
Running out of money so soon? That's US dollars.
"Uh, ahem, movies have a slow box office recovery, you know." Roberts said with a sneer.
"You guys, you're not spending all your money on those Hollywood chicks' butts, are you?" Jiang Chen scolded with a smile.
This slut doesn't do anything good even if he has money.
But just when he thought about it, Jiang Chen's expression became strange. He always felt that this sentence seemed to apply to himself.
"Ahem, let's discuss business." Roberts' embarrassing dry cough came from the other end of the phone.
Hearing this, Jiang Chen smiled. She didn't tease him anymore, but changed to a serious tone.
"You used to work in sensitive areas. You should be familiar with mercenaries and other organizations, right?"
"Oh? You want to hire mercenaries? But China—"
"Not in China," Jiang Chen interrupted Roberts. "I need you to help me hire a group of people, um... help me train bodyguards."
bodyguard? Roberts was stunned.
"As for bodyguards, Blackwater International is pretty good."
"Blackwater can't do it. You also said that they are too close to FI." Jiang Chen flatly refused. He didn't want to escape from one circle and fall into another circle.
"Hey, I knew you didn't mean to do anything good," Roberts' teasing voice came from the other end of the phone. After a pause, he continued, "The mercenary organizations in the United States basically have an affair with the White House. , you have to go to Africa, the Middle East, or Eastern Europe to find guys who only care about money and not people."
"Then let's do it, you accompany me on a trip to Eastern Europe." Jiang Chen said in a deep voice.
"Impossible. I'm afraid that if I get off the plane in a place like that before I can stand still, I will be kicked back. Speaking of which, man, are you not in the gold business? That one is more stable." Roberts said with a wry smile.
"Gold is not grown in the ground. I said, don't you want to play something big?" Jiang Chen suddenly laughed.
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Jiang Chen didn't push him. He knew that Roberts would be hesitant, but he would eventually agree.
If there is no risk, is it still called a businessman? This guy is an adventurer at heart.
"Okay, you convinced me... Although my intuition tells me that you may be crazy this time. I don't understand, you are staying there well, why are you still in the 'industrial transformation'?" — "
"I have my troubles. Roberts, just like you have yours." Jiang Chen said meaningfully.
"...Okay. I understand. What you said seems to make sense. Once something like this gets on your hands, it seems that you can't wash it off for the rest of your life, hehe."
Although I quit after returning from Iraq. But the troubles on him never stopped, except that the money was almost spent. The name Producer may seem quite prestigious on the surface, but in fact it is just that. In the final analysis, it still means money. If you have money, those directors will naturally be happy to make friends with you and then attract investment and so on.
If you have no money. Who cares about you
He invested a lot of money, but he didn't know how much box office he could get back. When it comes to movies, he's a complete amateur.
"Let's talk about your compensation first, twenty million dollars—"
"make a deal!"
Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Don't you ask me what it is for? If I ask you to blow up the Pentagon, will you go too?"
Hearing this, Roberts sneered, rubbed his nose and said, "Ahem, man, I believe you won't cheat me. And if I really take your money to blow it up, I'm afraid you won't be pleased either."
Jiang Chen smiled noncommittally.
"Back to business. First, mercenaries. I don't care what you think of, I need ten people, and they are experienced ones."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.
"I will ask Nick to go to Ukraine. I have some friendship with General Makarov. Although my people are not here, there should be no problem in writing a letter of introduction. But this person is very greedy for money..."
"I will go there myself and ask Nick to wait for me there. It should be okay to pay in gold, right?"
"Of course it's no problem. Now they only accept gold and US dollars there." Roberts smiled.
"Second, refugees. Isn't there a flood of refugees in Europe? Let me share the burden for them. Help me use my brain, I need about a hundred people."
"**, what on earth do you want to do-"
"I remember you said it was a deal." Jiang Chen said in a relaxed tone.
After hesitating for a moment, Roberts sighed as if giving up.
"Okay. Let me think about it... Where are you going to disembark these people?"
"Africa."
"Okay, I probably understand what you mean. Do you want to build a mercenary army yourself? Or do you want to do it for you-"
"Ahem, I think it's better for you not to know too much, right?" Jiang Chen interrupted Roberts with a smile.
Mercenaries? You underestimate me.
"Don't worry," Roberts sneered. He suddenly remembered the drone Jiang Chen took out last time in Iraq and the tracking grenades. I'm afraid that the organization behind him is really not something he can casually inquire into.
"Well, is it okay to hijack a ship full of stowaways in the Mediterranean and disembark in Libya. Then take Route 6 to Niger?"
“Is Niger chaotic enough?”
This is Jiang Chen's biggest concern.
"Average, but poor enough. For a few hundred thousand dollars you can buy a piece of wild land from a chief and turn a blind eye to what you do there," Roberts laughed.
Africa is a paradise for mercenaries.
Poverty provides them with ample sources of troops, and chaos enables them to brazenly cross borders with guns. Although he didn't know why Jiang Chen didn't recruit cheap niggas from local sources, Roberts was wise and didn't ask any more questions.
"Very good, I'll leave the transportation of people to you, and I'll handle the other things."
"Just these two points?"
"No, there's one more thing." As he said that, a playful smile flashed across Jiang Chen's face, "I heard that you are now a producer in Hollywood, right?"
"Huh? Yes, I remember you should know." Roberts said with some uncertainty.
"Then you play a villain for me, and 20 million will be your salary, and I will pay you in gold."
Jiang Chen smiled evilly. (.)