"Thanks, Chris." Zhang Yang studied the densely written sheet in his hand and fell into deep thought.
Personal special-forces gear, weapons...
It would be best to get some armored vehicles too, or heavy firepower—vehicle-mounted grenade launchers and the like.
By that calculation, the annual security budget of three hundred million sounded like a lot, but buying full equipment for five hundred people while also purchasing the firepower he wanted was proving a bit tight.
But was it really little? Once this year's three hundred million was spent, another three hundred million would come next year. Save up for a few years, and forget armored vehicles and heavy artillery—even tanks could be outfitted.
In Africa, in Gangge, with a force like that, who would he need to fear?
As he had said before, he only wanted to protect his legitimate business and make money in peace.
Unfortunately, wolves and tigers surrounded him. Anti-government armed groups launched raids from time to time, while the local government took benefits from him yet refused to put in any effort, all while wanting to squeeze even more money out of him.
He had no choice but to do this.
The missions issued by the system merely followed his own inclinations and gave him a timely push.
When he looked up, Zhang Yang saw Chris staring at him without blinking, her eyes full of curiosity.
"Mr. Zhang, are you really planning to...?"
"I won't hide it from you." Zhang Yang nodded. "The mine is in a bad situation right now. We can't rely on anyone else, so I can only build up our own protective force."
Seeming to notice the slightly awkward expression on Chris's face, he added another sentence.
"I'm not talking about you... To be honest, you've all been very dedicated. I recognize your