pjbooks Chapter 63: The Team Begins to Take Shape
Chapter 63: The Team Begins to Take Shape
Time flies.
Two days later, the old team introduced by Swell and the security personnel introduced by Albert arrived at the mine almost one after the other.
Angie, a chubby man with an oddly dressed appearance and a small braid tied around his chin, stood in the crowd and said, "Is this the mine that Swell was talking about?"
"The address is correct, but I didn't expect that old Nobel would actually sell the mine. It's really getting bigger and bigger." The speaker was not tall, and his exposed skin was tanned very noticeably.
An elderly man with white, disheveled hair flicked his cigarette ash and said to a young man, "Cage, call that old bastard Swell."
The young man called Cage was not old; his face still had a childish look, and he was not particularly tall or strong. He was wearing work clothes, and his eyes still held a clear sense of naivety.
"Kevin, don't just stand there, go over there and ask what's going on," the old man gestured with his chin, turning his gaze to the group of people beside him.
"Raul, stop messing around. With my physique, I wouldn't stand a chance against them," Kevin said, looking at his own body and then at the group of bodybuilders next to him, rolling his eyes.
Cage hung up the phone and reported to his supervisor: "I've spoken with Mr. Swail, he'll be out in a bit."
"Looks like our boss is pretty capable." From the words and actions of the other group, it was obvious that they were professionals.
"At least it's safe, isn't it?" Angie said with a smile, touching the small braids in his beard.
Although the mine didn't have a clear gate, only a sign, Raul and his men, as well as the security personnel, were all waiting there.
They don't want to cause any misunderstandings, especially with gold mines.
"Old friend, long time no see!"
Swail got out of the car and hugged each of them.
Raul joked, "Didn't you say you'd never pan for gold again? How come you're panning for gold again now?"
Swail retorted without backing down, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have this job."
"Alright, alright, how old are you? Stop fooling around."
Angie was speechless as he watched the two of them bickering.
Swail looked at the two young men and asked疑惑地问道, "These must be Kevin and Cage, right? Where's your father?"
"That guy Lecano's gotten obsessed with gems lately," Raul shrugged, clearly disapproving of his old friend's new hobby.
On the other side, Albert, who had come in the car, was also exchanging pleasantries with people.
"Dolino, Lica, Noges, long time no see! How have you been?"
"We're doing alright, but I never imagined you'd have such a big mine by now."
Albert was happy, but still explained, "This isn't my mine, it's my son's. Come on, let's go inside first."
Jason greeted everyone and said, "Let's go into the mine first, we'll talk later."
While Jason was sizing up the crowd, the crowd was also sizing up Jason.
Young, so very young.
This was their first impression of Jason.
Upon arriving at the mine and closing the meeting room door, it instantly became much quieter.
The two groups were clearly separated, sitting on opposite sides of the table.
Swell introduced two elderly men and two young men, while Albert introduced middle-aged strong men, one of whom had a knife scar on his face, adding to his fierce aura.
"Everyone, let me introduce myself first."
"My name is Jason, and I'm the current owner of this mine."
"For the next period of time, we will be working together."
Jason then discussed salaries with both groups separately.
Angie and her group, being locals, were considered part of Swell's group, while Dolino's security team was introduced by Albert and came directly from the United States.
Jason doesn't care much about this. He considers relationships with people of different levels to be normal. As long as it doesn't affect his work, Jason doesn't care about anything else.
With more people, there are more things to do.
Currently, there is not enough housing, and the equipment needed for security personnel is insufficient. Furthermore, it is becoming increasingly difficult for Lillian, the mother, to cook for herself alone.
Moreover, this is still the problem we are currently facing.
Once the maintenance team, mining team, security team, chef, and other staff are all in place, Jason will have to solve this series of problems.
With no other option, Jason led everyone to a hotel in a nearby town and settled them in.
With the mine handed over to Albert, Jason, along with local Swail and security personnel, boarded a small plane and headed straight to the city to begin their purchasing trip.
In the city market, Jason directly ordered ten easy-to-install houses, as well as tables, benches, wardrobes, and the like.
Inside the gun shop, Dolino deftly pulled back the bolt and inspected the gun.
As a professional security personnel, he had all the necessary certifications and was confirmed on the spot after being tested with live ammunition at the firing range.
The other two also chose their own suitable firearms.
Jason took the opportunity to play for a while and bought two guns for self-defense.
Pack all the firearms and ammunition into boxes and store them here temporarily.
Pay the bill.
This is what Jason did the most today.
In the end, Jason had to write checks because he had run out of cash.
With the housing issue resolved and the security personnel's firearms issue resolved, the most pressing issue now is the chef. As for the machinery, that can't be rushed.
In addition, Jason also needs to prepare for starting a company, and he also needs to consider the financial issues after his mother Lillian leaves.
Jason is now completely overwhelmed by all the things going on.
There's no other way but to prioritize them.
The chef position is of utmost urgency. Once the staff is fully staffed, it will be troublesome if the logistics cannot keep up.
Jason asked a local named Swail, but all he got in return was Swail's eye roll.
"Never mind, let's look for it."
Jason and Swail led the way, followed by three security guards, as they strolled along the street.
On a street corner, a small stall with a Chinese face came into Jason's view.
There weren't many people eating, but the aroma wafting out was quite delicious.
"A Chinese person?"
Xing Ronghua, who was cooking, heard a familiar accent, looked up, and saw that it was actually a young white man speaking.
Xing Daorong asked in surprise, "You speak Chinese?"
"Just got back from China," Jason said, pointing to the snacks on the stall. "Can I try some?"
"Sure, it's my treat."
First, Jason's identity is not simple, as he has three bodyguards with him. Second, Jason allowed him to hear the familiar accent he hadn't heard in a long time.
"The braised flavor is very authentic," Jason said, giving Xing Ronghua a thumbs up.
Chinese cuisine may be authentic, but it's not necessarily what foreigners like. When Chinese food goes overseas, it inevitably has to be adapted to suit local tastes.
Xing Ronghua smiled, clearly pleased with Jason's approval.
Jason asked, "Are you new here? How's business?"
Speaking of this, Xing Ronghua's smile stiffened slightly, and she sighed, "I just arrived here, and as you can see, business isn't very good."
"You came by yourself?"
"I came with my fellow villagers, thinking we could make money abroad, but I didn't expect it to be so hard to make money overseas either," Xing Ronghua said, perhaps because it had been a long time since he had talked to anyone.
Jason pondered for a moment and asked, "Could you modify your method? While the taste is very authentic for Chinese people, it might not be acceptable to foreigners."
Xing Ronghua was somewhat surprised by Jason's words: "You're the first foreigner to give me advice. If you weren't right in front of me, I wouldn't have been able to tell you were a foreigner just by listening to your voice."
"Want to come work for me? There are about twenty or thirty people in total, and the monthly salary is four thousand US dollars," Jason invited.
"I need to think about it," Xing Ronghua said, not making a decision immediately.
Arriving in a new place and suddenly being offered a job, Xing Ronghua remained wary, no matter how well Jason Huawen explained things.
Jason nodded and explained, "No problem. My place is a mine, and I mainly cook for the workers. The work isn't too strenuous. Think it over."
It's normal to be cautious, and being rejected is to be expected.
After exchanging contact information, Jason and his companions headed to a local intermediary agency.