"Staff Sergeant, a question …"
The Staff Sergeant nodded, indicating that he was ready.
Lynch asked with a smile, "If you lose this job, what will you do?"
"Lose?"
His expression went blank for a moment, and then he squeezed out a smile, but it was a little forced. "It's just a question, right?"
He was a little nervous, and he had to be. His wife was pregnant and about to give birth, and his child was about to come into the world.
This was indeed a happy moment, and there was a happy anticipation. But it also meant that his family's expenses would skyrocket.
The community would deliver fresh milk to the families with children every day. It was not delivered as soon as it was squeezed, but it had been processed.
A group of workers would start working at four or five o 'clock for the rich people of Boone. More than an hour and a dozen processes would ensure that the milk was drinkable directly.
This was the privilege of the rich, but it was not the sorrow of the poor, because the poor people relied on this job to support themselves and their families.
This was a gift!
Although the milk these people brought was good, the Staff Sergeant obviously wanted to use other kinds of milk powder, a better brand. It was said that there were all kinds of milk powder added to promote baby growth, and each can cost dozens of dollars.
An ordinary worker's monthly salary could only … afford the cost of milk powder.
In addition to this, there were the extra costs of servants. His wife needed someone to take care of her, and the child also needed someone to take care of her 24/7.
There were all kinds of messy things, and they were fully prepared. Once the child was born, he or she would add about six to seven hundred dollars to the family's bill every month.
And as he or she grew older, the number of bills would also increase.
Together with other bills, the Staff Sergeant would have to come up with at least twelve hundred dollars a month to pay these bills.
If … he lost his job.
He fell silent. That was definitely not good news. He pretended to be calm and looked at Lynch.
Lynch nodded. "Of course, this is just a question. The plane is discussing this issue, that's all."
The Staff Sergeant breathed a sigh of relief, then began to think and answer.
"Maybe I'll destroy all the life plans I've made with my wife, then take her away from the community and sell the house so that I don't have to continue paying the mortgage."
"Then, I might rent a house in a lower-middle class neighborhood that's not so close to the city."
"No servants, no extra spending plans. My wife and I both need a job. Maybe …"
He hesitated for a moment. He was thinking about what kind of work he could do.
The most profitable business in Buffalo was always related to politics and economics.
Those brokers who wandered outside the Congress played with the favors in their hands, easily earning tens of millions of dollars.
Those tycoons and stock brokers could achieve an income that many people could only dream of as long as they talked.
But what could he do?
He didn't know, because other than those things in the army, he didn't know anything except killing people and protecting certain people.
Even his current management was something that he had to learn as he fumbled around.
"… Maybe I'll become a security guard or a bodyguard again."
Lynch nodded. It was a clear indication of his position. The fact that he did not mention that he could return to the Department of National Defense as a general was enough to show that the thought process of a sergeant was very normal.
"Maybe you can go to the Department of National Defense. They'll be interested in your experience."
The sergeant shook his head. "The military has no precedent of rehiring low-level officers. You have to be at least a lieutenant. You know, although many people outside can't interfere with the military's affairs, they can keep an eye on it and talk."
"The military won't want me. I have nowhere to go."
Lynch loosened his hands that were casually linked together. "See, that's the reason. I'm not afraid of those things happening. As long as people's minds are normal, the first thing they will think about is themselves."
"You don't have to worry about that …"
The Department of National Defense had always been on guard against Lynch buying people's hearts. Until now, they had not found any evidence of him doing so.
Including the reform of the company's system. Although Lynch's power was relatively greater after the reform, he still did not make any moves to buy people's hearts.
It was so simple and straightforward. He still put all the people the Department of National Defense arranged in important positions, as if he did not know that these people were from the Department of National Defense.
In the investigation reports on Lynch, there were often some incredible exclamations. It was as if Lynch did not care about his personal interests. It was as if he was the president, always thinking for the country and the people.
Well, the sergeant finally understood. It was not that Lynch did not want to buy people's hearts, but that he had already done it. It was just that people could not see it.
The lives of the officers the Department of National Defense arranged in the Department of National Defense, those supervisors, all of them had now changed.
They moved into big houses with swimming pools. Some even had basketball courts or online game parks.
When they were off, they would travel in the country or abroad. Even if the holidays were short and they could not go anywhere, they would play golf or bowling to kill time.
Or they would make an appointment with three to five people, dragging a newly bought boat, looking for a quiet lake, boating on the lake, and enjoying the fun of fishing while they were at it …
Houses, cars, money, behind every "happy moment", there was actually a huge net that enveloped them.
It was just that this net was too big. It was so big that the moment they touched the net, they would not know that they were actually in the net!
The sergeant touched the net. Just a moment ago, he felt that bad feeling. The surface of the net was so close to him that he could not breathe.
The more happy he was now, the more painful it was when it was tightly wrapped.
Unknowingly, these people had become inseparable from Lin Qi and the safety of Black Rock.
Except for Lynch, no one could do this. Even if someone else was in charge of this company, it would not be possible.
People would not talk business with the Department of National Defense so easily. Those rich people and politicians abroad would also not hire a subsidiary of the Federation's Department of National Defense to protect their own safety. Wasn't this a f * cking joke?
Hiring a group of people who could turn hostile at any time to protect themselves and paying them money, even a fool would know that there was something wrong with the person who did this.
Therefore, Lynch did not need to do anything. As long as someone inadvertently mentioned "get rid of Lynch" or "get rid of Blackstone Security", all the supervisors would immediately realize that anyone could disappear except for Lynch and Blackstone Security.
Lynch clapped his hands lightly and put them together. "See, that's it. So you don't need to worry. Your job is much simpler than you think."
"The middle and upper management are all our people. Although they don't look like they are, in fact, they are."
"Your job is in the middle and lower management. You don't need to find out who is selling our information. We are not afraid of others getting our information."
"What you need to find out is who is corrupt."
"Every year, about two to three hundred million Federation Sols are taken from the company's books. I need to make sure that the money is used in the way it is supposed to be used."
"It is not put into someone's pocket or account. It is turned into a swing on the golf course in the afternoon. Do you understand what I mean?"
The sergeant nodded with a serious expression. This was completely different from his position in his job and his current position. It was also at this moment that he realized that he was still far from being good at scheming or scheming against others.
Seeing that the sergeant understood what he needed to do instead of thinking about idiotic questions like "who are our people?", "who am I?" and "where are our people?" all day long, Lynch gave him some tasks.
"This time, we have some equipment procurement projects. About forty-five million. You have to keep an eye on this deal."
"I don't accept any long-term inventory or products that are beyond our list!"
This was a lot of money, even for a military enterprise. If they were selling bullets, it would be enough to clear out a batch of inventory in one of their warehouses.
It was normal for people to have crooked thoughts when there was profit to be made. If it was someone else, such as Lin Qi, he would have the same thoughts.
In any case, the 45 million RMB wasn't his, and the things he bought weren't his. Since it didn't matter who he bought it from, why not get some benefits for himself while he was at it?
Of course, his approach would be more in line with the needs of the higher-ups, making himself rich without changing the actual result. However, some people were not as smart as him, and it would harm the company's interests.
After talking about work, Lynch quickly talked about some personal matters.
"When will the child be born?"
When it came to this, the sergeant became excited. He scratched his head and seemed a little embarrassed. "The doctor said the end of December or a few days before January."
"Sounds a little early?"
Lynch was a little puzzled.
The sergeant also blushed. "Just in time."
"When the day comes, you must let me know. We can welcome the birth of a new life together."
He paused. "Maybe your child will have a godfather soon, if you don't object."
The sergeant was stunned. After a few seconds, he hurriedly said, "Of course, of course, I don't object. This is great. She will be very happy when she knows!"
In the Federation, the relationship between a godfather and a godchild was sometimes stronger than that of a biological father and son. Sometimes, but not all the time.
And with Lynch as a godfather, the sergeant's child could be said to be on the starting line from the moment he was born.
Even if Lynch did not do anything for him and was just a godfather, the child's future would be smooth sailing.
At first, the sergeant hoped that he would have a girl, but now, he hoped that it would be a boy!