Chapter 69 A Pleasant Job

After standing at the door for about three minutes, a sturdy man in his forties walked out of the mansion. He was also wearing a suit, but with the buttons undone. As he walked, the pistol hanging from his waist would be exposed.

Arthur was too thin. In the PMC industry, his physique was considered rare. A robust physique was the basic respect for private security work, and an average of strong men was the industry norm.

The sturdy man who came out to greet Arthur seemed very surprised by his appearance. He frowned and said, "You're Mad Dog?"

Arthur could only nod and say, "Yes, I'm here with yesterday's fax."

Arthur took out the contract signed yesterday. Sam had signed it first, faxed it to him for his signature, and then faxed it back. However, this document had no legal effect; it could only be considered a formality. He would have to sign it again when he actually arrived at the location.

After looking over the document, the sturdy man nodded. He looked at Mike and Grant, perhaps feeling that Mad Dog in front of him didn't quite fit the image. However, Mike and Grant's appearances greatly compensated for Arthur's deficiencies.

Finally, the sturdy man reached out to Arthur and said, "I'm Sam."

Sam was slightly taller than Arthur, but much more robust. He looked quite handsome. After shaking hands with Arthur, he said seriously, "Park the car by the roadside, don't block the entrance. Have your men wait in the car, and come with me."

After instructing the two uneasy employees to wait temporarily, Arthur followed Sam into the mansion.

Arthur had seen Mr. Smith's mansion, but the mansion in Beverly Hills was even larger and more luxurious. Upon entering the mansion, it was even more magnificent.

Two people stood behind the door of the hall. Although they were wearing suits and not tactical gear, they had bulletproof vests on the outside of their suits and were carrying automatic rifles in their hands.

Even if a tycoon had bodyguards or armed security guards to protect their safety, no tycoon would want to see armed individuals with guns in front of them unless their safety was under significant threat.

There was no one in the hall. One of the armed men took a step forward, seeming to want to stop Arthur, but Sam gestured for him to stop. The guard with the gun stepped back, and Sam made a please gesture to Arthur, saying, "Please come with me."

"No frisking? No identity verification?" Arthur was curious, but he followed Sam through the hall to a room that looked like a study.

The room was large, with several bookshelves filled with books and a very large French window. However, the window was covered by white curtains. There was a large desk between the bookshelf and the window, with a cigar box and cigar accessories on it. There was also an ice bucket with a bottle of red wine inside.

Behind the desk and the window, there was a recliner. A man was lying on the recliner, holding a book and reading.

"Sir, the person recommended by Mr. Smith is here. He is Mad Dog."

The man by the window put down the book in his hand, pushed up the glasses on his nose, turned from the recliner, put his feet on the ground, looked Arthur up and down, and said with interest, "You're the person Mr. Smith recommended?"

Arthur didn't know what Mr. Smith had told the man in front of him, so he could only smile and say, "Yes, that's me."

"I'm Renato Salvini. Did Smith mention me to you?"

Arthur replied softly, "No, Mr. Smith wouldn't disclose too much information about clients to me."

Renato smiled, nodded, then stood up, sat on the wooden chair in front of the desk, carefully looked at Arthur for a few moments, suddenly picked up his phone from the desk, and the phone rang with music.

After a moment, Renato looked at the phone and said, "Hi, Smith, the person you recommended is here. I want you to see if it's him."

Renato aimed the camera at Arthur. Arthur tried to maintain a smile. Then he heard Mr. Smith's voice.

"It's him, this young man. Don't be fooled by his appearance; he's very capable. Otherwise, I wouldn't recommend him to you."

Renato laughed and said, "Okay, I just wanted to make sure. That's it for now. We'll talk after I finish my business here. It's a bit tricky to talk here. Goodbye."

Renato hung up the phone, nodded at Arthur, smiled, and said, "I'm sorry, but I had to verify your identity. It's all good now. In the future, just follow Sam's arrangements. Sam, he's the person recommended by Mr. Smith. No need to frisk him. Assign him some work."

After that, Renato smiled at Arthur, while Sam said softly, "This way, please."

Arthur followed Sam out of the study. This time, they walked directly through the mansion and arrived at a room that was much simpler in decoration. This was the dedicated guard room.

After asking Arthur to sit on a chair, Sam sighed and said, "I am the security director here, and I signed the contract with you on behalf of Salvini, which means I hired you, not Mr. Salvini. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Daily wage of seven thousand, which will be directly transferred to your company account."

Arthur paused for a moment and asked, "Can I get paid in cash?"

"No, you cannot."

Unable to receive payment in cash, Arthur thought for a moment and asked, "Um, can I inquire about the specific work arrangement?"

"No, you cannot."

Rejecting Arthur's request again, Sam calmly said, "I can introduce but you cannot inquire. Currently, there are a total of forty-nine armed security personnel, including you three, making fifty-two. You will be divided into three shifts, working eight hours a day. Overtime may be required but will not exceed forty-eight hours, and overtime will be paid."

Fifty-two personnel divided into three shifts, working only eight hours a day with overtime pay. This was good.

Arthur nodded and said, "Alright."

Sam continued, "I will arrange your work, and I reserve the right to adjust your tasks and locations. You must comply. If you refuse to comply, the contract will be terminated immediately. This will be clearly stated in the contract."

"Understood, that's fair."

Sam produced a pre-prepared contract and said, "Sign here. Um, are all your personnel legal? You were recommended by Mr. Smith, so I won't conduct a detailed background check on you, but I must remind you, if you or your personnel have legal issues, the consequences will be severe."

Arthur replied, "The black man with me doesn't have a gun license, but he doesn't have a gun and wouldn't use one. He is solely responsible for my safety, that is, for... taking bullets for me."

Sam was surprised, "Your bodyguard? Specifically to take bullets for you?... Well, you must fulfill the tasks assigned to you. How you complete them is up to you."

The contract was quite thick, over thirty pages long, with two copies. Arthur had already known the specific contents, so he quickly glanced over it and signed his name.

Sam also signed his name on the contract. Then, he calmly said, "Regarding your legal obligations, they are clearly stated in the contract. If there are any issues, it will be the responsibility of King Defense. I hope you understand this."

"I understand, thank you."

Sam gave a copy of the contract to Arthur and kept one for himself. Then, he said in a relaxed tone, "Now, let me introduce the composition of the team. Besides you, there are personnel from two other security companies. But you don't need to worry, as you are strictly forbidden from communicating during work hours. Do not inquire about each other, especially about your salaries. I hope you can adhere to this."

"I understand, I promise to comply."

"You are responsible for peripheral security. You are not allowed to enter the main building unless I request it. There is a dedicated security room, and if you need to drink water or use the restroom, you can go to the security dressing room. As for your weapons, you must provide your own, and they must be legal. I will provide ammunition and have prepared an adequate supply."

"Alright."

With the signing done and the key points addressed, Sam nodded. He then took out three walkie-talkies with earphones from a nearby alley and said, "You can only use the walkie-talkies provided by me during work. It is strictly forbidden to carry cell phones. Turn off your phones and store them in the locker room. Take your walkie-talkies, let's go."

Arthur picked up the walkie-talkie and followed Sam back to the entrance of the mansion. Following Sam's guidance, they parked the car in a temporary parking lot outside the mansion estate. Then, under Sam's personal guidance, they entered a separate building within the mansion's walls.

The security had their own dressing room, and the so-called dressing room had a monitoring room, a restroom, a toilet with four stalls, and iron lockers with sixty cabinets.

As Arthur and the others changed clothes, put on bulletproof vests, and hung guns conspicuously on their bodies, Sam didn't say much. However, when he saw Mike put on a heavy bulletproof vest and helmet but didn't carry a gun, Sam finally laughed and said, "Interesting. Follow me, everyone. I'll tell you what you need to do."

The mansion was large, with an even larger garden or courtyard surrounding it. Sam led Arthur and the others to the side of the swimming pool and smiled, "Here's a perk for you. There are parasols by the pool. If the owner of this place isn't using the pool, you can shelter from the sun under the parasols. But if someone wants to swim, you should know what to do."

Arthur immediately said, "Understood, stay away."

Sam nodded, then pointed to the edge of the courtyard and said in a serious tone, "Ahead is a cliff ten meters high. You are responsible for this section without a fence. The area above the cliff is the private domain of this residence. If anyone trespasses, shoot immediately without warning! Because there are guards below the cliff, anyone appearing there is an intruder. Your task is to eliminate all intruders. Understand?"

Sam looked at his watch and said, "Your work hours are from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. If you need to leave your post, you must apply in advance. It's now 8:30 a.m., and your work has begun. Everyone, please be alert. If you slack off without warning, the cooperation agreement will be terminated immediately. That's it. I wish you all a pleasant workday."