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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 133 Passing the Test with Bated Breath_2

After finishing his tirade, the superior turned around with a smile on his face and loudly said to everyone in English, "Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet for a moment and listen to what I have to say."

Seeing that expression on his face, Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed like there would be no problem, and he would be able to leave soon.

As expected, the partially bald superior rattled off some comforting words, apologizing, and mentioning the rudeness of his subordinates, and so on.

Finally, he loudly announced, "You can all go now, there are no more issues."

Song Heping wasn't in a rush to get his passport back right away. Instead, he continued to put on an act of scolding and protesting for a while before casually taking his passport back from the dumbfounded uniformed man's hand. Then he stuffed his belongings back into his luggage and left the room without looking back, carrying his bag.

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