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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 155 The Grand Plan

"Yes!"

Song Heping gritted his teeth in agreement.

He had no choice but to do so.

Sometimes, the opportunity to make a fortune comes and goes in a flash.

If you don't seize it, you can only watch it streak across the sky of your life like a meteor.

But when you want to grasp it, you need both ability and courage.

Because you don't know whether you're grasping heaven or hell.

Opportunity and danger always coexist.

The greater the danger, the higher the profit.

This principle remains unchanged through the ages.

"Wait for me for fifteen minutes."

Song Heping rose to his feet on his own.

"May I leave here to make a phone call?"

"Of course you can," Haymour said, gesturing with a circle of his hand, "as long as it is within this house, you're free to use it anywhere."

Song Heping walked to a corner of the courtyard, stopped, and took out his satellite phone.

He wasn't calling a chef.

If the chef's character were also present, he would definitely have only one word—"Do it!"