"Mr. Zhang, this is our mine security team," Lu Hang said, following closely beside him as he continued the introduction.
He seemed to have noticed that this new boss cared greatly about safety and production in the mining area. That was hardly surprising—only a stable production environment could generate sustained profits.
Who would want their business to be thrown into turmoil every now and then, forced to halt operations from time to time?
Zhang Yang stopped and looked over.
Not far away, a group of crew-cut young men in camouflage short-sleeved shirts and body armor stood in neat formation.
Ten to a row, with over a hundred men at a glance.
This was the mine security team his mining operation had assembled for itself.
Most of the team were their own people, with black hair and dark eyes, though there were also a number of powerfully built Black men among them. Every one of them carried a riot shield and had an AK-47 slung over his back.
On the African continent, guns were something money could buy.
As for the AK-47, it was cheap to produce, reliable, and widely available. Many militia groups across Africa had one for every man, so it was perfectly normal for the mine's own security team to use them too.
"Greet him."
"Hello, Mr. Zhang!" The hundred-plus members of the mine security team greeted him in unison.
The voices of over a hundred strong young men rang out together with considerable force, mixed with a few somewhat clumsy Chinese accents.
Zhang Yang nodded amiably and offered them a few words of encouragement.
This security team was one of the key forces ensuring normal operations in the mining area, both externally and internally.
Externally, they could deter scattered militia groups in the vicinity.
Internally, some of