Chapter 1756 - 1439: Power
Asma didn't know if what she was encountering was a good thing or a bad thing, because she found herself wielding immense power, but at the same time facing enormous pressure.
The teams that came to support their little Prince had internal structures that were too complex.
The main force consisted of the Eagles Brigade from Tubruq and the elite Sand Lizard Camp, along with the Anteater, and the logistical support squad from Cobra, the Iron Shovel Old Bull leading the cooks, locally recruited dog trainers, volunteers who traveled from afar, oh, and the number of military dogs that had increased to 132...
Among these people, aside from those newly recruited and some volunteers, everyone else was very familiar with the P·B system.
But to get them to operate smoothly, they needed 'lubricant,' which is someone who can manage logistics...
Purchasing food and water, supplying weapons and ammunition, applying for various camp consumables, and constantly dealing with other logistics at Kandahar Base to get everything they needed.
'Getting things' isn't hard at all, but as the 'lubricant' not only do you need to deliver things to the right place at the right time to avoid unnecessary waste, you also have to handle some external reception work...
The workload is just insanely ridiculous!
Igor certainly couldn't do it himself, so all the tasks fell on the only worker, Asma.
With immense responsibility on her shoulders, power naturally followed!
Because once Igor decided not to care, he really didn't care, and old Karman even more so kept silent.
When Asma first tentatively took a report to Igor and got a handprint, and then successfully extracted 50 top-equipped military Hummers from the warehouse for the new soldiers of the Sand Lizard Camp, she realized what kind of power she possessed.
To confirm her authority, Asma hurriedly wrote a list and had the little boss put his handprint on it...
4 Black Hawk Helicopters, 20 tons of food, including several luxury clothing and bags she never dared to look at even when she was at her wealthiest...
The helicopters and food were delivered to the dog farm the next day, and those clothes and bags were airlifted to Kandahar with a batch of supplies three days later.
Tens of thousands worth of bags and clothes mixed with various medicines and dog food, making Asma feel for a while like she was dreaming.
She was very worried about what would happen if her little 'selfishness' was discovered, but after cautiously choosing a bag with a golden carriage logo and showing it off in front of Igor for a few days, she found that neither Igor nor Karman said anything.
But when the accountant from P·B found her, she realized she was too naïve...
An exorbitant bill made Asma, the self-funding worker, fall into a huge debt again.
The prices calculated by P·B's accountant were fair, waiving taxes, logistics, and the expenses required to fulfill the various prerequisites for purchasing top luxury goods, the price of those top luxury goods Asma 'purchased' was more than half cheaper than the market price, some so-called 'off-season' clothes were even only at ten percent of the price.
But for penniless Asma, it was still outrageous!
However, as a small con artist, Asma had a strong mental resilience, and despite incurring new debts, she also grasped some very important things.
In front of her was a supply and transportation network that could reach the whole world and a smoothly operating massive military group as a backup...
What she needed to do was use the supply network and rely on the military group to get the little boss's team running.
For example, having the cooks draft a menu for the upcoming week, then delivering the supplies to the dog farm for storage, and leaving some extra budget for the cooking class, which would make the fierce-looking bald head very satisfied.
For instance, finding professionals to configure the electricity for the dog farm according to the Anteater's requirements, providing enough ammunition, could make those very serious-looking Anteaters feel satisfied.
For instance, providing the soldiers of the 'Eagles Brigade,' who seemed very enthusiastic, with fuel, maintenance parts, weapons, ammunition, and other necessities...
Asma worked herself to near exhaustion over ten days, having bouts of heart attacks twice, only then gradually understanding the tempers of these soldiers.
She then discovered that aside from the little boss being a bit difficult to please, everyone else was quite easygoing as long as they were supplied adequately.
No one stipulated how she should work, so to avoid working herself to death, Asma began to try to find suitable candidates from the local Aqionghan people to assist her work.
The former translator, a Kabul University professor, became the first 'employee,' and quickly through this professor, Asma found dozens of local Aqionghan 'intellectuals,' establishing a logistics coordination network.
It was at this point that Asma truly started to feel the joy of power!
Though not about life and death decisions, she could decide the fate of all external staff at the dog farm.
A temporary contract from P·B, in Aqionghan, was a 'differentiated resource' enough to change a person's fate, and Asma, holding this 'differentiated resource,' quickly became one of the most respected people around Kandahar.
The initial stage of power doesn't result in profit, but in a genuine sense of satisfaction!
A girl living long-term at the bottom of society, when facing sudden power, her first emotion wasn't arrogance but pressure...
Because she was very clear that those local people admired her, flattered her, and obeyed her not because she was a great person, but because the power in her hands could change those people's destinies.
Then, to maintain this power and keep reaping unprecedented satisfaction, Asma had to keep working hard under the little boss's guidance, striving to become mature and strong...
Because without enough maturity and strength, Asma felt she would be driven mad by her little boss sooner or later.
Watching Igor patrolling the dog yard wearing only big shorts, with his sturdy upper body bare, occasionally intimidating the larger, seemingly disobedient dogs...
Asma, holding a few documents and a box of ink pads, followed closely behind Igor, pleading earnestly: "Boss, you need to sign these. Don't you want those kids to have enough to eat?"
Igor listened, kicked a dog cage, roared at a big black dog, making it retreat timidly, and only then was he satisfied, picking his nose...
Wiping the booger on his shorts, Igor wrinkled his nose and said to Asma: "I let them eat, they must work for me..."
Asma, shocked, looked at her little boss and said: "Boss, those are just kids, you said you wanted to help them..."
Igor nodded and said: "Yes, is there a problem with making them work after they're full?"
Asma looked at the 'Tyrant' in front of her with an expression as if facing a living hell, and said: "Boss, some of those kids can barely walk...
For the past ten days, we've been doing pretty well. Iron Shovel and Potato, along with the cooks, made random food, and they ate happily.
Boss, they're all kids, making them work isn't right..."
Igor, annoyed, waved his hand and said: "Letting them always wait like beggars for food isn't right either..."
Then Igor waved his chubby hand, firmly saying: "I can feed them, but they must work. Only those who work can support themselves, only then do they have dignity.
Eat well, then work; only by working can you have dignity, otherwise you're just like a beggar..."
Asma looked at Igor, who suddenly turned into a capitalist, and said with difficulty: "Boss, some kids can barely walk straight, what do you intend to make them do?"
Igor seemed to think of something particularly dreadful, wrinkling his nose he said to Asma: "Princess Amina found many teachers, you build them a house, shove all the kids inside, and apart from eating and sleeping, they all must stay indoors..."
Igor's words were topsy-turvy, making Asma somewhat confused, and she said: "Boss, do you mean building a school?"
Igor nodded forcefully and said: "Exactly, build a school, send those unlucky volunteer teachers over, and let those kids all work..."
Finally understanding something, Asma, holding her head in frustration, said: "Boss, that's called going to school..."
Igor shook his head seriously and said: "No, that's work, because it's just as painful.
The school in Sangha Town is like that, the more painful the students, the better they eat, and they even get bonuses to take home..."
Asma looked at uneducated Igor like he was a demon and said: "Boss, that's a scholarship, it's to encourage students with good grades...
That's not called work, that's called education!"
Igor was clearly a lazy student, he waved his hand and said: "It's all the same, work and being educated is exhausting, so if they do well, they get a bonus...
Send them all to school, keep those unlucky teachers busy..."
Then Igor looked at Asma and said: "They say I have to go to school, I don't like it, I'm the boss, why should I have to go to school?
Do you think I should go to school?"
Asma, blinking and looking at Igor, whose aversion to school was off the charts, pinched her nose and said: "Of course the boss doesn't have to go to school, I can read..."
Saying this, Asma handed over the documents and ink pad, and said: "Boss, put your handprint here, I'll get those little kiddos all sent to school!
This is too much, always just waiting to eat isn't right, they must 'work,' they must have endless work...
And those volunteer teachers from the United Nations should be worked like cattle and horses, exhaust them to the bone!"
Igor listened, looked at the considerate Asma, and nodded vigorously, saying: "Yes, exhaust them to the bone, so they don't have time to bother me."
Asma never imagined that to maintain her power, she would find herself galloping down the path of a treacherous minister...
Looking at Igor, who exuded a hooligan vibe from head to toe, Asma clenched her fists to cheer herself up, then looked at the little boss and carefully said: "Boss, I'll work hard to keep them from bothering you, but...
This, this, will I have a salary?"
Igor, hearing this, frowned and looked at Asma, and said: "You still want a salary?"