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Mercenaries, I Will Be King

If you're not sitting at the table, then you are definitely lying on the menu. If you have nothing, then your life is your only capital. Song Heping, compelled by life to make a fortune in a warzone, accidentally got swept into the war and, in a confused state, was promoted by a bunch of Da Maozi to be the boss of a Defense Company. In this day and age, who still becomes a mercenary! I want to sell arms, I want to sell coffee cups worth a few bucks for over a thousand US Dollars. I want to sell a 9-dollar socket for the price of 299 US Dollars. I want to sell goats, the kind that costs millions of US Dollars each... Don't ask, and don't come auditing, whether you're from the Audit Office or the CIA, I'll send you all off... My name is Song Heping. I came, I conquered, I reign as the king. Don't call me the "Lord of War," I love peace, I am here to deliver "peace".

Yan Qi Guan · Urbain
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Chapter 128: The Tragic Crying Conference

By the Republic Palace pool.

Song Heping was somewhat distracted.

On the other hand, the chef was like a fish in water at this kind of event, clinking glasses with those contractors introduced by Turner, chatting as if they had known each other for years.

What was distracting Song Heping, of course, was the matter of Yusuf.

Whether or not to take on this job was a question worth pondering.

Yusuf had asked him to dinner at his house the following night.

He said it was a gathering of friends.

But in reality...

Song Heping felt it was a forced hand.

To make him make a choice.

His defense company was just starting, and Yusuf was very important to him.

Leaving aside the fact that he could only get his arms supply with Yusuf's help, the arms warehouse and office building his company was currently renting wouldn't have been so easily secured without Yusuf's assistance.

So, Yusuf was not someone he could afford to offend.