Zhai Qiang left with Zhuo Chaoyun happily.
The rest of the people also left with their own tasks, and in the end only the gigolo was left in the room.
"Did you just want to say something?" Zhang Feng asked.
"You clearly know what I want to say, why are you still asking? You also know what I want to ask." The gigolo said calmly.
Zhang Feng took out two cigarettes from his pocket, threw one to the dancer, held one in his mouth, lit it and took two slow puffs. The smoke circled in his chest twice before slowly puffing out.
The gigolo also took the cigarette and started smoking. He knew what he wanted to ask. Zhang Feng knew it. Since he didn't let himself say it at the time, Zhang Feng must have already decided. Since it was his decision, there was nothing he could do about it. changed.
However, I really want to know why.
Zhang Feng also said at this time: "Yes, I knew what you wanted to say at that time, so I told you not to say it." "What Zhai Qiang wants most, I know best in my heart, he and we want to What he wants is different. He wants to be a big shot, the kind that can be exposed in front of the media, the kind that can be admired by everyone and attract countless attention wherever he goes. But on the contrary, this is not the case.
What we want is also what we cannot have. "
Zhang Feng continued: "If we really become that kind of existence one day, I am afraid that we are not far from destruction. By the way, gigolo, what do you really want? I have never asked you ”
The gigolo took two puffs of cigarette and narrowed his eyes slightly. What did he want most? Ask yourself, it seems that you have never thought about such a question. From a young age, he had no worries about food and clothing, and everyone was paying attention to him wherever he went. With a high degree of education, a high IQ, and an appearance that amazes women, it is difficult to avoid being noticed. So everything goes as it should
Naturally, I have never thought about what I want.
Only after meeting Zhang Feng, the smooth life completely changed.
When I came to Africa from the army, my appearance was ruined, and I was under tremendous pressure every day and every night, but there was no discomfort in such a change.
The gigolo shook his head bitterly and said, "I really am a person without goals, so I can just live with it."
Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed, and a sharp light burst out from his eyes, which was extremely hot.
If you look at a woman with such a look, you would want to take off the woman's clothes with such a look, but if you look at a man with such a look. Ling Ran said: "I know what you want, to stand on top of the world like Zhai Qiang, but not to enjoy the gaze like Zhai Qiang, but simply to enjoy the process of conquest! Ours There may be enemies one after another in front of you, each more powerful than the last.
The enemy, if he wants to get to the end, must form one government after another. Only by stepping on the enemy's corpse can he advance. "
"It may be comfortable and nourishing to retreat, but only moving forward with passion and courage is the way we should go."
“Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, we still have to overcome them.”
"Our blood may be drained and our bones may be broken, but our passion for fighting must bloom, and no one can stop it!" "When we stand at the true peak scarred, we will look back. Look, even if our smile is bleak, it is enough to move the world! This is what I want, I know you will accompany me! If I die, you will carry my body forward! I will give way
Does anyone know that there was a person in this world? I call him a gigolo. "
By the time Zhang Feng finished speaking, the gigolo felt his blood boiling.
I have never thought about what I want, but step by step, isn't it the process of climbing towards the highest peak
In the world of mercenaries, all those who can be named are mercenaries from North America or Europe, or cannon fodder mercenaries from Africa. Where are the Chinese
Even the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group, which was very prosperous for a while, was only temporary. Can it last for ten years? Can it last for twenty years? Can it stand firm? Can you smile in the steel forest
Obviously, the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group did not do it!
Zhang Feng doesn't know that he can't do it, but if he doesn't do it, how can he know whether he can do it
So what if it’s not done? At least I have persevered, struggled, and fought on this road!
Throwing your head and spilling your blood, so what if you fail!
The gigolo said excitedly: "Is this the path you want to take? In that case, I will accompany you! Life is life, death is death! Although there is only one life, it is always good to be vigorous."
Zhang Feng said solemnly: "Since we have said the path we are going to take, you should know why I want to do it!"
The gigolo nodded, he understood why Zhang Feng did what he did.
It can be said that what Zhang Feng did during this period was not only to plan for the future, but Chen Wanru's intelligence organization was one, and the complete delegation of power to Zhai Qiang from the commercial department was the second.
Intelligence and commerce are the two pillars of the future service mercenary group.
With intelligence, you can know yourself and your enemy and fight without danger. But what is the war about? It’s nothing but money! With enough money, there will be more advanced and powerful weapons. Every bullet and every shell costs money.
When a cannon is fired, gold is worth ten thousand taels, which is not only about rewards, but also about expenses. If you don’t have money, you can fight with a hammer.
In this case, if you want to have enough money, you need to do bigger business. It is most suitable to let people who are professional enough and able to show up to do it, that is, Zhai Qiang and Zhuo Chaoyun.
By delegating power to Zhai Qiang, there is no need to worry about too many things. After all, Zhuo Chaoyun is there to control him. Even if he has other ideas in the future, it will not be a simple matter. In addition, having the most important accounts in hand means having financial power.
The thing that worries Zhang Feng the most is that if a mercenary group and an intelligence organization can be established and form a strong combat effectiveness, Zhai Qiang will never dare to take action even if he has second thoughts. After all, he still has You have to think carefully about your own head.
After the gigolo drank the chicken soup that Zhang Feng fed him, he left full of fighting spirit, and Zhang Feng also received a call from Chen Wanru.
"Are you done?" Chen Wanru said on the phone.
"You won't answer the phone if you haven't finished your work? Why, aren't you busy with the intelligence organization? Are you not satisfied with the name I gave you?" Zhang Feng teased. "Satisfied! I called you just because I was satisfied. Come to my room to find me." After Chen Wanru finished speaking, she hung up the phone without giving Zhang Feng a chance to consider or refuse.