After transmigrating to the stars, I start with a lousy mercenary corps.
My crew are more unruly than I am, and our clients are poorer than ghosts.
System? None! Golden finger? Broken!
Good thing I’m a workaholic from Earth!
“What the hell does ‘surprise’ mean? This is what the hell it means!”
While other mercenary corps are still talking about brotherhood, I’ve already gotten my guys health insurance and a housing fund!
While other leaders still rely on their fists to command respect, I use KPIs to turn every workaholic in the corps into a war god!
“Standardize kill quotas, quantify missions, pit squads against each other, and fire the bottom performers!”
“Squad A, your quarter-over-quarter growth in enemies eliminated is down. We’re reviewing the numbers tonight!”
“Squad B, this mission got a five-star review from the client. Double the project bonus!”
A few years later.
While the armies of the Galactic Empire are still assembling,
my “contractors” have already smashed their way through the Zerg homeworld.
While the Galactic Alliance is still bickering,
my mercenary group has cornered 90% of the interstellar security market and is getting ready to go public!
The whole universe is stunned: They told you to lead a mercenary corps, so how the hell did you turn it into a Fortune 500 company?!
A relatively good novel for newcomers, worth reading.