Rebirth 2006, creating a super consortium

After a moment of silence, Wang Jing asked in confusion, "If the environment really becomes like that, wouldn't it be better for capitalists like you?"

An Xin shook her head slightly and smiled bitterly: "Minister Wang, my thinking is different from others. Flowers do not have a hundred different colors. It's good that I'm not dead. If I die, who can guarantee that my descendants can control their own lives? It's just a castle in the air. To be honest, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't care about the flood after I die. So compared to this naked jungle law society, I prefer to promote society..."

"Push?" Wang Jing was quick to realize the point and immediately interrupted, "An Xin, you may have overestimated your own strength. Frankly speaking, you are really not qualified to talk about this now. Not to mention you, I am not qualified to talk about this now either!"

An Xin was not upset when she was interrupted. She shrugged and said, "Minister Wang, it doesn't matter whether you are qualified or not. You have to eat one bite at a time. Who can predict the future?"

Wang Jing stared at An Xin for a long time with deep eyes, then wisely avoided this rather sensitive topic and changed the subject to ask, "How much did you spend on that PMC admission qualification?"

An Xin did not hide anything and frankly said: "In Africa alone, we have spent 6000 million US dollars so far, of which 3000 million US dollars are paid to the governments of 3000 African countries for license fees, and another 1500 million US dollars are paid to third-party public relations companies for program fees. In addition, I will need to spend a stable million US dollars every year in the future to maintain these access qualification licenses!"

"So expensive?" Wang Jing was shocked by the $6000 million expenditure and immediately asked, "Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about this third-party PR company. How can they get $3000 million? Isn't this too outrageous?"

An Xin spread her hands helplessly and said, "Minister Wang, this situation is indeed outrageous, but do we have any other way to get the license? No! Then there is no other way, we can only silently swallow this loss!"

"And I dare say that even if it is the $3000 million license fee paid to the local government, the third-party PR company will definitely get at least half of it. They have really made a lot of money!"

"But then again, they make a living by connections. As long as they can get the job done, it doesn't matter if they make more or less. Besides, I recently asked them to help me deal with PMC access qualification issues in countries like Brazil, South Africa, and Argentina!"

Wang Jing said unhappily: "Then you might as well get the PMC admission qualifications from European and American countries as well!"

An Xin gave Wang Jing a thumbs up and said with a smile, "Minister Wang is really smart. I really have this plan, and I have already obtained the PMC access qualification from the US Department of Defense. In theory, I can now sign a security contract with the US Department of Defense in the name of Red Shield!"

"what?"

"What do you mean?"

Wang Jing and Leng Jun were both stunned!

An Xin smiled slightly and said calmly: "It means exactly what it says. Red Shield has passed the review of the US Department of Defense and successfully obtained the Level 3 security certification license. In theory, we can undertake their security contract!"

The U.S. Department of Defense has a security certification system, which is divided into five levels, with level five being the lowest and level one being the highest. Each level has corresponding cooperation permissions.

An Xin obtained the third-level security certification through Lucy Elizabeth Morgan's channel. If she wants to obtain the first two levels of certification, unless An Xin is willing to immigrate to the United States and marry into the Morgan family, otherwise, forget it!

Wang Jing looked at An Xin strangely and said teasingly, "An Xin, you are so boastful. Red Shield doesn't even have a security staff member right now. How did it pass the review of the US Department of Defense? You also have a level 3 security certification. You might as well just say it's a level 1 security certification!"

An Xin still looked at Wang Jing with a smile, without saying anything.

"Are you serious?" Wang Jing realized that something was wrong, no matter how dumb he was. He asked excitedly, "Did you really get the Level 3 security certification from the U.S. Department of Defense?"

"Yes!" An Xin nodded to confirm, and then explained: "But because I rejected the security review request put forward by the relevant American regulatory agencies, the Red Shield's Level 3 security certification actually has certain limitations!"

Wang Jing frowned and asked in a deep voice: "NSA or CIA?"

An Xin shook her head slightly and said, "It's actually more complicated. If nothing unexpected happens, these institutions will have it, but I'm actually more worried about dia!"

Wang Jing said with a little surprise: "DIA? The Defense Intelligence Agency of the United States? The most mysterious intelligence agency?"

"Yes!" An Xin nodded affirmatively to confirm, and then added: "Minister Wang, what's the saying? A good fighter is not famous for his achievements! Although DIA is not well-known, DIA has appeared behind many military operations of the United States in recent years!"

Leng Jun, who had been silent almost the entire time, suddenly said, "DIA's direct combat team is very strong, much stronger than Delta SEAL Team Six!"

brush!

An Xin and Wang Jing instantly looked at Leng Jun, and the meaning was very clear!

Leng Jun understood what they meant, shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Confidentiality regulations!"

Anxin looked a little disappointed, but understandable.

Wang Jing seemed to be thinking about something. After thinking for a moment, he asked uncertainly, "Dia Experimental Team?"

Leng Jun's expression was slightly hesitant, but he finally nodded to confirm the information, but he didn't intend to explain further.

Wang Jing nodded as if he suddenly understood something, but he didn't intend to explain further.

Looking at Wang Jing and Leng Jun who were having an encrypted conversation in front of him, An Xin rolled his eyes speechlessly. To be honest, at this moment he really wanted to rush up and beat the two riddle men to death with two punches!

Wang Jing was keenly aware of An Xin's silence, but he still had no intention of explaining. Instead, he changed the subject and asked, "What are the specific restrictions of the Red Shield's Level 3 security certification?"

An Xin didn't hesitate and directly told him everything: "The biggest restriction is that Red Shield cannot operate business in the United States. In addition, there are additional restrictions on Red Shield's transportation channels in the Middle East!"

By the way, the transportation channels of the PMC industry generally refer to the channels for deploying combat personnel, weapons, and logistical supplies. It goes without saying how important this channel is to the PMC industry!

If this channel is used, joint approval from the transit country and the United States must be obtained.

As for why we must get the approval of the Americans?

Just kidding, these days, American hegemony is not just verbal, but is actually reflected in all aspects, and the PMC industry just feels it more deeply!

Wang Jing frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Why do the Americans restrict even the transportation channels in the Middle East?"

An Xin smiled faintly and said, "It's very simple. The Red Shield Company is actually playing an open game. The Middle East is related to the core interests of the Americans. They are afraid that we will go in and cause trouble. Africa is France's traditional territory. The Americans are eager for us to fight to the death with the French interest groups!"

Wang Jing was stunned and instantly felt the sinister intentions of the Americans!

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