73: Chapter 72 Good Price 73: Chapter 72 Good Price Watching Glov’s family of three cry together, Li Jinfang felt somewhat awkward, not knowing whether to stay or leave, while Cui Bo, who was still standing at the door, peeked into the house, and then waved to Gao Yang, saying, “Brother Yang, let’s talk outside, this scene isn’t something we should step into.”
Gao Yang thought Cui Bo made a good point, and after giving Li Jinfang a meaningful look, the three of them stood on the lawn outside the house.
After introducing Li Jinfang to Cui Bo, Gao Yang could only sigh when seeing Cui Bo’s suddenly intrigued expression, “Rabbit, hold it, don’t talk, you can ask about anything you want, but not now.
First, tell me, how did you and the Old Russian manage to get here so quickly?”
Cui Bo had to restrain his intense curiosity, cheekily smiling and saying, “Heh, you don’t know, huh?
The Old Russian is amazing.
These mercenaries have their ways.
He found a company called Global Defense Service Company, then paid four thousand US dollars, and they got us to Tunisia.
From there, we caught a plane straight here.
It didn’t take more than two days total.
Crossing borders, catching flights, the defense service company handled it all.
Cool, right?”
Gao Yang couldn’t help but exclaim, “There are companies like that?”
Cui Bo had a knowing look, with a snicker that begged for a slap, he said, “Of course, isn’t that obvious?
You have to think about it; these mercenaries mostly have no identity, and they aren’t always in one country.
How do they go to other countries to fight?
They must have a way, right?
The Global Defense Service Company provides services for mercenaries, smuggles them in and out like it’s no big deal.”
Gao Yang laughed and said, “I see, there are companies like this.
That’s great, it saves us trouble.
I was worried about how to get to Libya.”
Full of curiosity, Cui Bo asked, “What’s going on, Brother Yang?
You had just returned to the country, why have you come back again?
Just to send two Old Russian women back?”
Gao Yang was a bit puzzled and said, “Old Russian women?
What do you mean?
Damn it, how can such words come out of your mouth?
I let it slide when you call Glov the Old Russian, but can you not refer to the two women as Old Russian women, please?
Are you asking to be smacked?
Alright, let me tell you, I got into big trouble back home, killed seven scumbags, with a gun no less, and now I have to live as a mercenary too.
Oh, and when I returned to the country, I used your name, so the police might think the killer is you.”
Cui Bo shook his head unconcernedly, “Not worried, I never planned to go back anyway.
Besides, even if someone does come after me, I don’t believe they can’t figure out whether it was me who did it.
It’ll be fine.”
Given the relationship between Gao Yang and Cui Bo, neither of them took the matter of Gao Yang using Cui Bo’s name seriously.
After Gao Yang briefed Li Jinfang’s situation and mentioned that Li Jinfang also intended to become a mercenary, Cui Bo’s eyes immediately lit up, and he said to Li Jinfang, “Bro, you are from the special forces and so badass, could you teach us some skills?”
Li Jinfang was a straightforward man.
Even though it was his first time meeting Cui Bo, he didn’t beat around the bush and spoke loudly, “No problem, Brother Yang can be said to have saved my life, and since you’re his brother-in-arms and we’re going to be comrades in battle, what’s there to talk about?
As long as I know it, there’s nothing I can’t teach.”
As Gao Yang and Cui Bo, along with Li Jinfang, were deep in conversation, the door burst open.
Glolov rushed out from the room, hugged Gao Yang tightly, and kissed him several times on the cheeks before saying with a tearful voice, “Gao, Natalia told me everything—thank you.
Without you, they would have been dead and I would have been dead as well.
You saved our entire family, thank you.”
Gao Yang was not at all accustomed to Glolov’s way of expressing gratitude.
After he struggled out of Glolov’s embrace, he wiped his face vigorously and said, “Hey, don’t do that, I can’t get used to this.
We both just came back from death’s door, why bother with this?
Is it really necessary?”
After nodding several times, Glolov extended his hand to Li Jinfang, grabbed it firmly, and shook it vigorously, saying, “Thank you, thank you!
You saved my wife and child, you saved my life.
I owe you my life, thank you.”
Li Jinfang couldn’t understand Russian.
He had learned some English in the army, but was not very proficient and could hardly understand Glolov’s words.
He could only say “no need to be polite” in English, meanwhile looking helplessly at Gao Yang.
After translating Glolov’s words for Li Jinfang, Gao Yang said to Glolov, “Okay, enough with the thanks.
He and I are going to be mercenaries as well.
If you’re okay now, let’s go back inside and talk.”
Once the four of them sat down in the living room, Glolov eagerly said, “Gao, I won’t bother with superfluous words.
To put it directly, we really need money now, and Libya is a good place to make it.
I’ve inquired about it—Gaddafi is offering three hundred US dollars a day, paid daily in cash, and that’s the price without any combat.
If there’s a battle, it’s a thousand US dollars a day, and if it’s a dangerous mission, the pay’s even more.
Right now, there’s fighting every day, which means we can almost always get a thousand dollars a day.
Of course, this rate is for elite mercenaries, and we certainly qualify as elites.”
By now, Gao Yang had come to understand that for a mercenary, a thousand US dollars a day was indeed a handsome sum.
Mercenaries were not as rich as he had imagined; most were actually penniless.
After all, if they were wealthy, who would risk their lives in battles?
If it were like in the novels, where every mercenary had millions of US dollars in assets, that would be impossible.
Forget having millions; even if a mercenary had tens of thousands, few would still choose to risk life and limb.
There were better things to do with money than risking one’s neck—it wasn’t the only way to earn it.
Most mercenaries would leave the industry once they had money.
In Africa, even a hundred US dollars a day would attract plenty of skilled mercenaries.
Of course, veterans from military superpowers would command a higher rate, and those from special forces would be on an even higher pay grade.
But a daily rate of a thousand US dollars was substantial for any mercenary, except for those with special skills, such as pilots, who always commanded premium fees.
At a thousand US dollars a day and thirty thousand a month, this was just a base rate.
Gao Yang felt that even if they chose not to take on highly dangerous missions, earning the regular combat pay would be more than enough for him.
After all, the war in Libya wasn’t going to end in a month or two.
He believed that just a few months of work could allow his parents to live comfortably back home.