An Advance of One Year's Salary?

Ye Chen was taken aback by this request.

Frankly, with his current wealth, Ye Chen wouldn't care about a mere 1.5 million.

However, what puzzled him was that after only a few words, the other party directly asked for an advance of one year's salary.

Even if he wasn't incredibly wealthy, even if money was no object, he wouldn't agree without asking questions.

"May I ask what this is about?" Ye Chen asked curiously.

Wang Meng fell silent.

His jaw clenched.

He was gritting his teeth.

After a brief moment, he decided to answer.

"Mr. Ye, as you said, since Mr. Qi has already told you about my situation, you should know how I was discharged from the military! The family of the hostage I accidentally killed is now in trouble. I've done everything I could before, but it wasn't enough. Now, I want to help them out of their predicament. It's also my way of making amends," Wang Meng said with some pain.

Although from a practical standpoint, the accidental killing wasn't his fault—he had done everything he could, and the tragedy was caused by the hostage's sudden struggle—he still took full responsibility and was filled with guilt.

Therefore, after receiving Qi's call, he immediately agreed.

He needed money to help the family that had become miserable because of him.

Hearing Wang Meng's explanation, Ye Chen's eyes filled with respect.

He immediately said, "Is 1.5 million enough?"

"Enough!"

Wang Meng expected the other party to frown, consider, or even refuse.

He didn't expect Ye Chen to agree without hesitation.

Stunned, Wang Meng managed to say, "Enough."

"Good. Give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer the money to you later," Ye Chen said.

"Thank you!" Wang Meng said, his throat tight.

Ye Chen smiled and shook his head.

He then said, "Wang Meng, if I said I wanted to establish a top-tier security consulting firm, could you help?"

"A security consulting firm? Like Blackwater?" Wang Meng frowned instantly. "Does my answer affect whether I can get the advance?"

"No, no, you misunderstood. Even if you said you couldn't help, I would still honor the advance. The reason I'm asking is that I intend to build a top-tier security consulting firm. If you can help, that's great. If you don't think you can, I won't force you," Ye Chen explained.

Wang Meng fell silent again.

Then, with a complicated expression, he asked, "What kind of help are you talking about?"

"Recruiting and training personnel. Mr. Qi told me you were a member of a special forces unit, so I believe in your abilities! Also, you can recruit your former comrades who have left the military. As long as they are willing to work with me, Ye Chen, I will definitely treat them well! Starting salary of one million per year," Ye Chen said.

Seeing Wang Meng about to speak, Ye Chen added, "Don't worry, I won't ask you to do anything illegal. You were a soldier, or rather, you were soldiers. I won't ask you to break your principles. Of course, I wouldn't do anything illegal myself."

Wang Meng didn't answer immediately.

He stared into Ye Chen's eyes for a few seconds.

Then he said, "What do you want to do with this company?"

"Didn't I say? Build a top-tier security consulting firm! Within our country, there aren't any reputable security consulting firms that can compare to those overseas, let alone Blackwater! So, after my daughter was kidnapped, I had this idea," Ye Chen said.

"I'll ask around and see if any retired comrades are willing to join," Wang Meng hesitated and then agreed.

"Great, thank you!"

Ye Chen smiled and patted Wang Meng's shoulder. Then he asked curiously, "May I ask how you got the scar on your face?"

"In my third year in the special forces, I was apprehending armed drug traffickers on the border. After running out of bullets, I engaged in close combat and was cut by their knives," Wang Meng said directly.

"If you consistently use scar-reducing cream, it should fade. Do you need some?" Ye Chen asked respectfully.

Wang Meng shook his head.

"No need! This scar reminds me that I was a soldier, a special forces soldier. Maybe it looks ugly to you, but to me, it's a badge of honor! On the day I got this scar, I personally killed twenty-seven drug traffickers!" Wang Meng said firmly.

Ye Chen didn't know what to say.

All words seemed pale in the face of Wang Meng's story.

While he was speechless, his phone rang again.

"Hello, Jingshan!"

"Brother Ye, where are you? Didn't we talk about finding some bodyguards for you last night? Changfeng and I found about ten, including a few women. Where should we meet?" Zhang Jingshan said.

"Anywhere is fine. You pick a place," Ye Chen said.

"Okay, let's go to the Yanhuang Fighting Training Base. They can also show off their skills. If you think they're good, you can hire them. If not, then forget it," Zhang Jingshan said.

"What's their background?" Ye Chen thought it was necessary to ask.

"Three provincial Sanda champions, some traditional martial arts practitioners, and some who have served in the military! Their backgrounds are all clean. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought them here, right?" Zhang Jingshan said with a smile.

"Okay, send me the location. I'll go over right now. I also want to talk to you about Youyou's school transfer. Just in case, I want to find a school with higher personal security for Youyou," Ye Chen said.

"I already told you about Youyou's school transfer. Honestly, with your current situation, it's really not suitable for Youyou to be in a school like Zijin Kindergarten anymore," Zhang Jingshan said.

"Yeah, let's talk about it when we meet. Send me the location!" Ye Chen said.

"Got it!"

Less than a few seconds after hanging up, Zhang Jingshan sent the location.

Ye Chen looked at Wang Meng and said, "Wang Meng, come out with me."

"Okay!"

Without asking where they were going or what they were going to do, Wang Meng, with his military bearing, immediately fell into the role.

Following Ye Chen's smiling lead, he quickly walked out.