I'm A Quadrillionaire

I’m A Quadrillionaire chapter 162

“Mr. Lidell!”

The two greeted at the same time.

“Paul! How’s your injury? When will you be discharged?” David walked up and asked.

“The doctor says I can leave in a couple of days. What do you need me to do, Mr. Lidell? I’m fit to leave the hospital now, actually, I’m already fully recovered!” Paul replied.

“No need. Listen to the doctor, a couple of days isn’t going to make much difference anyway. How’s the security department you’re building going? How many people can you recruit?”

“We’ve already got around a dozen people confirmed, but there are a few that’s still considering the offer! It’s probably because the benefits feel too good to be true. If we can have the current employees tell them the situation, I’m sure more people will join us.”

“Alright. Then call over those that have been confirmed. Make sure you screen their characters; I don’t want malicious people working in my security department.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Lidell! The people I reached out to are all reliable folks. We might be mercenaries, but our main job has always been to protect our employer instead of taking on assassination missions. If anything, we’re mortal enemies with those mercenaries that kill, since their goal is to assassinate the people we’re supposed to protect.”

this country, and it’ll be a hassle to explain it to the authorities if we end up recruiting an international fugitive. These people you recruit will fall under your leadership. You’re the head

Thank you, Mr.

salary of ten million a year for the department head, bonuses will be calculated differently. The other employees can start with a million a year, and I’ll grant a pay raise according to capability. What do you think?”

other two’s eyes widened in disbelief

year for normal employers and ten million for Paul

them had only made over ten million despite working abroad for so many years. Not to mention that this was money they had risked

that much money

country was going to be much better than it was

sleep when they worked on missions abroad. They danced on the line between life and death during those missions, not knowing

that, the situation within the country was

that a bit

a pay for mercenaries like them. “Not at all! I’ll raise the pay if you do your job well.” “Then I’ll thank my brothers in arms in advance, Mr. Lidell! Thank

David turned to Wayne and Gordon. “I have a

and Gordon