Chapter 1100: A mess

A building in Virginia is heavily guarded. Two hundred meters away from this building are guards and no one is allowed to approach it. Here are also some important people who are heavily guarded by bodyguards. The retired generals of the Pentagon and the major bosses of private military companies are frequent visitors here.
There is a very confusing title to the outside world-Matthews Club. The club has only 20 members since its establishment. They are absolute authority from more than 60 private military companies and military industrial enterprises. But in fact, this is the headquarters of the Military Professional Management Committee.
In the completely enclosed and soundproofed and safe conference room, the faces of twenty people attending the conference were very ugly.
"Gentlemen, this is a declaration of war! It is the biggest challenge that the management committee has encountered in the more than 20 years since its establishment." A white man in his fifties knocked on the table and said, "The actions of the Black Island Company have exceeded what we can tolerate. The limit is over. They are trying to challenge the bottom line of the management committee!"
"Jeff, this is your problem. We are here to find you to solve the problem, not to listen to your complaints. The current situation is that of our more than 60 companies, at least 20 have left the committee and joined the black The global mercenary alliance established by the island company. The rest of the companies are also hesitant. We want to hear the committee's countermeasures, not complaints." Morningstar's Joe said viciously.
"You said that so much is nothing more than asking us to reduce management fees, but it is unavoidable. We must charge these fees if we want to maintain the normal operation of the committee. We are organized and cannot be changed day and night like Fatty Long." The Jeff on the committee was a little impatient and authentic.
"The problem now is that the mercenaries under our hands have quit. Our employees are asking for a salary increase. If we do what they say, it will increase a large part of the cost, and you know that the US government treats us like this. Do companies levy multiple taxes? Coupled with the management fees paid to the management committee, most companies will fall into an unprofitable state." A black man said cautiously.
"Yes, if this continues, our private military company is over. The management committee must also be dissolved! To be honest, some rules of the committee must be changed! We can't be squeezed like this anymore." The boss of another private military company shouted.
"Quiet! Gentlemen, we are discussing the threat from Black Island Company." Jeff shouted.
"No matter what the threat, I only know that more than a thousand employees under me formally submitted an ultimatum to us yesterday. Either give them a salary increase or they will stop fighting. Gentlemen, they are assisting combat missions in conflict areas. Yes, what does that mean once they really stop fighting? They might as well just kill me." The boss of a private mercenary company said helplessly.
"The global mercenary alliance established by the Black Island Company only charges a small fee, and they are on St. Kaiser Island. The of Fatty Dragon is now the legal chief there. The tax rate and whether to collect are all his words. But we are different. We are a big system. It is impossible to say that the reduction will be reduced. The collection of fees for each company is done in accordance with the procedures.
Several members of the management committee were very mindful.
"We understand, but our mercenaries do not understand. They even set up a mercenary union and elected Silver Wolf to be their representative to negotiate salary issues with various companies. Their slogan is to refuse to accept exploitation. If we continue Following the committee, they will not be able to meet their demands, and they will strike collectively.
God, think about it, mercenaries stop fighting! This is a joke! If the committee does not adjust the strategy, then after this meeting, I can only choose to withdraw from the management committee. "Someone grumbled again.
"Gentlemen, this is an extraordinary period. The committee needs your loyalty." The committee member Jeff felt that he was going crazy.
"Sir, this has nothing to do with loyalty, because it was originally just a business. We are a commercial company, and it is impossible for us to lose money without guaranteeing our interests." The representative of the Military Professional Resources Company shook his head.
"Yes, the committee must make adjustments. It is imperative for the mercenaries to raise their salaries, because if we refuse, we will fall into a situation where no one is available. But the management committee has the responsibility to protect the interests of our company, otherwise you Use it?" Someone said emotionally.
Several members of the management committee can only turn their heads to look at the military giants on the other side.
The representative of Lockheed Martin took the lead in expressing his position,
This is a problem unique to military service companies. As a military manufacturer, we have no right to express our opinions.

The representative of Raytheon also said helplessly, "I can't help, but I just hope you can handle this matter calmly."
"Calm down? How are we calm? We are different from you! You military businessmen are wealthy, and the profit from selling a fighter plane is enough for our income for a year. What about us? In Afghanistan, in Syria, kill and kill. , Bear huge risks. The upper part will be suppressed and exploited by the management committee, and now the mercenaries below are still going to rebel and strike! The two ends are constrained and the company's interests cannot be guaranteed. How can we calm down?" Joe of Morningstar was furious.
The representatives of the private military companies below were also uncomfortable, talking about each other, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.
A committee member came in from the outside and whispered a few words in the ear of Jeff who presided over the meeting. Jeff slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Enough, stop arguing!"
It was a little quieter in the conference room. Jeff, who knew he was a little gaffe, said helplessly, "The news that has just been confirmed, the Global Mercenary Alliance has passed a resolution to open up the mercenary market in Africa and give up more than 20% of the African countries. Thirty contract share. Five more companies have joined their global mercenary alliance."
"This is all right, everyone is almost halfway away. You are still meeting here to discuss and discuss how to deal with it. When the results come out, I am afraid that there will only be a few of you in this conference room. I don't care, you can do whatever you want. Okay. My company has withdrawn from the committee." A representative of a private military company pushed aside his chair and strode outside.
"This..." There was another chaos in the conference room. Jeff of the management committee is about to break his heart. This Fatty Dragon is really a devil who kills without seeing blood.
He directly grasped the profit-seeking characteristics of businessmen and put pressure on all private military companies through mercenaries. As a result, private military companies have generated dissatisfaction and distrust of the management committee, and gradually all turned to the global mercenary alliance. This is not enough. He actually surrendered some of his profits to win over these private military companies.
Jeff now feels that he has no control over the situation, and the large military enterprises in the conference room obviously have nothing to do with him. The representatives of those mercenary companies were full of resentment and distrust towards the management committee.