After getting busy, time passed quickly, and it was already the fifth day.

There were still two days left until the delivery date agreed upon by Joja and Lu Jun, but the Little Antelope had already been prepared. Joja planned to leave tomorrow to run to the arms depot in Darfur and deliver the things that the PMC needed to the Koldofan area.

This time, Joja prepared to take two Little Antelopes over, one for delivery and one as a means of transportation.

In the past few days, several waves of people have come to Damajin, and the tourism business has started to pick up. The manpower is starting to be insufficient. Even Kaman, who drives without a license, has been flying tourists around the grasslands in a Cessna a few times.

Sailimu has repeatedly urged Joja to fix the Agusta AW-109. That thing is the company's facade. Taking it out can make customers have confidence in the company.

Joja, on the other hand, is not in a hurry. Even if that thing is fixed, does he want himself, the boss, to be the driver?

Until Sailimu finds a reliable helicopter pilot, the Agusta can only serve as a live advertisement.

In the airport hangar, Joja packed two weapon racks and put them in the back seat of the Little Antelope. He closed the cabin door and looked satisfied with his work. Then he smiled at Sailimu, who had been circling around him, and said, "Stop circling around me like this. Flying the plane is your job. If you want the Agusta to operate, go find a pilot.

SD may not have fighter pilots, but don't tell me there are no helicopter pilots?"

Sailimu completely ignored the fact that there was oil everywhere in the hangar and wanted to light a cigarette for himself.

Joja quickly blew out the lighter in Sailimu's hand and snatched the cigarette from his mouth, saying impatiently, "Have you had enough?"

Sailimu rubbed his tired cheeks and said, "In the past half month, I have been working more than four hours every day. I can't hold on like this anymore.

Yesterday, when I was flying the plane, I almost cut off the head of a giraffe. You are the boss, you must think of a solution.

Helicopter pilots are easy to find, but our business here is seasonal. Is it worth hiring a pilot for half a year and then taking a break for half a year?

I think Nis is pretty good. Why can't you let her work overtime?"

Joja couldn't help but laugh at Sailimu's words. This old guy dares to complain about working four hours a day?

And where did the giraffe come from in SD? It's clearly news from Zimbabwe. He brought it here to fool around, didn't he?

Joja raised his middle finger at Sailimu and shook his head, saying, "If there are not enough people to fly the plane, then hire ground staff.

Drive the tourists into the grasslands in a pickup truck. If that doesn't work, go camping at Ayou's animal camp. The barbed wire fence there has been set up, so it's safe."

Sailimu frowned and said, "We don't have enough manpower, and how can we enter the grasslands without guns?

I can find suitable people from the tribe, but without weapons, how can we guarantee the safety of the guests?"

Joja realized that this guy was waiting for him in this place. Looking at Sailimu's embarrassed face, Joja shook his head and said, "What kind of guns do you or your tribe want?

Not too many. It's too easy to get guns, and having too many can cause problems.

The current situation in Damajin is good. I don't want to go out and see people carrying guns everywhere."

Sailimu nodded immediately and said, "20 to 30 AKMs are enough. They will be used by the company's people, and they are not allowed to take them home. If there are any problems, I will take responsibility."

Joja looked at Sailimu and hesitated for a moment, but he didn't expose this guy's ulterior motives.

Not allowed to take them home? Those poor guys from the tribes come here and eat and live here. This is their home. Not allowing them to take guns home is like not allowing them to work.

Joja estimated that someone from Sailimu's tribe envied his income, so they were giving him more responsibilities.

This kind of thing is normal. Dealing with people is difficult in Africa, and the laws here are almost nonexistent. Rejecting them outright is the worst approach.

In fact, it's just arranging work for people. The people who come are not unwilling to work.

The middle class in Damajin earns $200 a month, so giving them $150 should satisfy those people who are always hungry.

Looking at Sailimu's troubled eyes, Joja shook his head and said, "Then don't bring 20 or 30 people. Just bring 50 directly.

But there is one thing, they must undergo training before starting work. They must be polite and professional. If they can't speak, then just make them shut up. Find a few who can speak and learn some tour guide language.

After all, those tourists come here to experience the primitive ecology. As long as there is security and no problem with food and drink, they have tolerance for other issues."

Sailimu nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, among the people coming this time, at least 15 of them are literate and have no problem with English. The rest have been screened by me. They can endure hardships and keep their mouths shut.

I know this is my problem, but you should understand that the elders in the tribe also want to fight for opportunities for the young people."

To be honest, Joja doesn't really care about these things. After all, it doesn't cost much money. Without Sailimu's tribe taking care of it, his so-called tourism company in Damajin would not be able to survive.

They just see that the company is profitable and want to get some benefits. This face must be given.

After all, those people come in, and he can still make use of them.Spending a maximum of a few hundred thousand dollars a year is enough to support these people.

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Judging by this month's situation, the balance of income and expenditure is still manageable.

Once Ayou's Animal Home is fully established, making a small profit should not be a problem.

This is an industry. Compared to money, Joja, who has been poor since childhood, prefers tangible industries.

Moreover, even if Joja doesn't rely on this company to make money, it's best to keep this facade.

Sailimu received a satisfactory answer. He excitedly lifted Joja and spun him around twice, then laughed and said, "I knew you were my good brother. Don't worry, as long as the company is in Damazin, I can guarantee its normal operation."

Joja pushed away Sailimu's old face with disgust and laughed, "Send those who can read to training first, and those who can't can be security or something. Let Kaman train them when he has time.

I don't have time to manage the company's affairs for now, just do what you think is best, just don't turn the business into a one-time deal.

Don't always think about taking care of your own people. Chat with Old Zhu, who helped us build the Animal Center, when you have time. He alone can lead a group of laborers to fix our airport, which shows how capable he is.

Maintain a good relationship with him, let him help us run some big company team building projects in Kamu when he is free.

Barbecue, singing, airplanes, pickups, hunting, all can be offered to people. If we have two orders a month, our costs will be covered.

I can't handle this matter, Old Zhu is smart and it's just right for him."

Upon hearing this, Sailimu clapped his hands forcefully and said, "Yes, why didn't I think of that before?

Now that we have electricity here, and the Chinese who built the dam haven't left, we can invite them to come and play, and see what they like."