CHAPTER 2079: CHAPTER 970: MILITARY-STYLE MANAGEMENT AND DEALING WITH ANDERSON

"Brother Wei, this Boss Yan looks pretty impressive!"

"This place is nice, the air is fresh, just looking at it feels relaxing. Way better than where I was before..."

"That place you were at before, even birds wouldn’t poop there..."

"Is this toothpaste produced by us? Boss Yan is really considerate, afraid we might not recognize or get used to it..."

"Brother Wei, are those foreigners all working for Boss Yan? I saw that old guy nodding and bowing, definitely not a good person, what’s his deal?"

After the dismissal, the group of Xiaobin immediately became lively.

Many were flying for the first time, feeling a mix of anxiety and anticipation the whole way, then another half-day on the bus, they were exhausted.

But right now, none of them felt sleepy, everything in this new environment felt incredibly fresh.

The Xiaobin came from different places, with different experiences and insights. But here, their previous insights were basically useless; everything was new, just look at these houses, this environment...

Yong Wei, having been bombarded with questions, waved his hand: "Let’s quickly assign houses, don’t ask me, I don’t know either."

Haha!

The moment he said that, everyone laughed, but then Xiaojiang stood up: "If anyone has questions, ask me, otherwise, without clarifying, I don’t see how you’ll settle into your new home."

Immediately, someone raised their hand.

Xiaojiang pointed: "You, go on."

"Reporting, officer, my name is Xin Xiaotian, from Baoding Artillery Four..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Xiaojiang quickly interrupted. "Let me say this first, now that you’re here, forget your previous squad numbers, whoever blurts out numbers will be sent home immediately!"

After saying that, he realized his tone was too harsh; these Xiaobin were new, knowing nothing.

So he explained: "We’re here... to put it bluntly, we’re behind enemy lines now, our numbers and such are confidential. Don’t think just because we’ve come out now everything’s fine, some things still need to be kept secret. If others hear them, they’ll know where our troops are, and based on the numbers they might deduce more."

"So, let me emphasize, later on, say what kind of soldier you are, but don’t mention the numbers or locations! Can everyone manage this?"

The response this time was much more in unison, hearing words like ’enemy’, even those who had been home for months or a year, instantly became alert.

"Alright!" Xiaojiang waved his hand. "Just remember, keep a red line in your heart, always stay alert. But here, this is our home, our turf, it’s not that strict. Any other questions?"

Someone else raised their hand and after being given permission, immediately said: "Didn’t say anything about conditions back home, can we discuss that now?"

Xiaojiang laughed: "Sure you can, but I’m not too sure myself. I can only guess, since we’re just getting started, one to two thousand should be normal initially. Later, I reckon three to four thousand is doable. Plus, there are bonuses, the main thing about Boss Yan is he likes giving out bonuses, you can ask Old Yong, Old Hu, they know it well. During New Year, he even handed out golden rice bowls, haha!"

"Ah... right, this one to two thousand, three to four thousand, it’s not in our currency, it’s in Australia’s money. At the exchange rate, one dollar is roughly four of our currency! If you put in the effort and do well, Boss Yan might happily give you three to five thousand, which in our money is ten to twenty thousand, and you can brag at home, earning more than our mayor."

Earlier when they heard it was just one to two thousand, later rising to three to four thousand, nobody complained—it was considered normal. Truth be told, many working in the South didn’t even earn that much.

Of course, coming such a distance, getting a couple thousand wasn’t considered a lot or little, just normal.

But once they heard how much more this money was worth, they thought it over and were like, whoa!

Immediately, someone raised their hand: "Is it common for troublemakers to show up? Do we need to guard with weapons? Might there be... combat?"

Xiaojiang upon hearing this burst into laughter, what kind of nonsense were these guys thinking? Did they really believe they were getting paid so much for fighting?

He laughed and said: "Are you crazy? If Australia were that chaotic, its population of over two million would’ve been wiped out already. It’s not that chaotic, everyone can relax. The money from Boss Yan isn’t for risking your life but for working. We’re just here to work, not to fight, no need to be that tense. You’ll understand over time!"

"If I told you the truth, you’d lose motivation. We’re just the reserves, helping look after things when Boss Yan isn’t around; with him here, we’re not even needed. See that turret over there? Boss Yan’s up there with a sniper rifle, nothing can run two miles away. Don’t doubt it, we’ve seen it with our own eyes."

"Not only during the day, even at night Boss Yan can manage it. If I hadn’t seen it myself, I wouldn’t believe it if told..."

There’s a reason to brag about Boss Yan’s skills.

Youngsters might not worship tycoons, could even look down on them as ruthless, but they surely admire sharpshooters—they come from a troop, perhaps lacking other knowledge. But if they didn’t understand the skill of hitting a target two miles away, then they wasted their years in the troop working for nothing.