King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 649 - 621: The Greater the Ability, the Higher the Salary

After sending Haftar off, the temporary camp's recruitment fair officially began...

Aside from not being in an office building, P·B's initial recruitment phase wasn't much different from those of big corporations.

Those interested in joining P·B came with their resumes for the interviewers to do a preliminary screening and to set up interview files, facilitating the work that would follow.

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Some veteran mercenaries were not too keen on revealing their true identities on their resumes.

That wasn't a problem, but you couldn't provide a fake passport—that would be fraud.

If you managed to get your hands on a "real passport", P·B didn't mind, but your future salary and benefits would all be linked to that "real passport".

This first stage of the process weeded out dozens of people...

Some were deeply entrenched in the mercenary industry and had skeletons in their closet; others were wanted criminals with troubles of their own...

They naturally didn't want to expose their true identities, but P·B, being a regularized company, couldn't sign a contract with them if they used fake passports.

This policy sparked quite a backlash, but it was quickly quashed.

The number of mercenaries who came to apply had already exceeded 700, yet Joe Ga only wanted to bring a portion of them into P·B's formal employment system.

If the eliminated individuals were willing, they could go and join 'Gunfire's temp squad.

Outsourcing, after all, can have slightly more relaxed conditions—as long as you don't mind the lower salary.

The scene had become so big, Joe Ga hadn't expected it, but now that it had started, he took the opportunity to establish P·B's recruitment standards, to be followed henceforth.

Joe Ga stood under a sunshade, watching a large group of men and women holding their resumes, queuing up and whispering to each other. He nudged Dorian at his side and said with a smile, "You said some old comrades are here, where are they?

You have to let me know in advance because once the selection begins, there won't be any room for personal favors."

Upon hearing this, Dorian glanced at Karman then pulled Joe Ga's arm and took a few steps to the side, saying helplessly, "Boss, it's my instructor from Leather Head.

He brought a squad here after hearing my introduction, but now that our standards have been raised, he's worried that his people won't pass.

I was just about to talk to you about this..."

Saying so, Dorian stole another glance at Karman then muttered somewhat gloomily, "Boss, my instructor is a man of his word; he wouldn't just find a job and abandon his comrades.

So he asked me to check with you, if they set up their own mercenary group, if there's any chance they could get contracts from P·B?

He has been in Iraq before and stuck it out until America withdrew before returning to his homeland. Now his bunch of poor brothers have found him, so he wants to give it another shot."

Joe Ga was momentarily stunned and then looked over those queuing mercenaries...

There was a time when Joe Ga was so eager for skilled individuals to join?

But now...

The mercenaries looked just like laborers in a job market, no matter what unit they came from; most of them now wore a look of hardship.

Those Colombians brought over by 'Bullhorn' even seemed a bit too honest and simple.

At that moment, Joe Ga realized that mercenaries really weren't much different from ordinary job seekers.

The only real difference might be that 'fighting' is their specialty, while ordinary people are mostly pushed along by society, going wherever the tide takes them.

Mercenaries aren't as they're portrayed in novels and movies; it's a job that's both dangerous and not very recognized.

Most who enter this line of work without connections are just scraping by to make a living.

Dorian's former instructor was 'Leather Headgear', but what good is being one of Italy's top talents?

In the face of large corporations, they have no bargaining power at all!

Resources are always in the hands of a few...

Those recognized by Dorian must be competent, but now they need to pass through P·B to get work and earn money.

Dorian, seeing the odd expression on Joe Ga's face, said in a low voice, "Boss, if you feel it's too difficult, then forget it.

I'll introduce 'Gunfire' to my old instructor; getting some business to support their families shouldn't be a problem."

Joe Ga paused, looked at Dorian, and said with a smile, "Your friends are also my friends, but if they themselves feel they aren't up to the standard, forcing them in would make things difficult for you too.

However, I trust your judgment. Here's what we can do...

Have them set up their own military contracting company. If he can't get international contractor credentials, call the Austrian for help; they owe me a big favor, and they'll definitely be happy to lend a hand."

Upon hearing this, Dorian said incredulously, "Boss, they only have a dozen people, why bother with international contracting qualifications?

If you're willing to help, just finding them some work would be sufficient; there's no need to use such a big favor."

Joe Ga patted Dorian on the arm and said, "I'm someone who believes in having as many friends as possible; your friends are friends too. If there's an opportunity to help someone, we should.

If we get the qualifications sorted, I can get them into Iraq as a first-level contractor.

There's an 800-million-dollar project there, and several big players have already entered the field and started lobbying Eric and Steven."