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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 61 The Taste of Money

Today was a particularly good day.

Three joys have come at once.

The first joy, of course, was the inclusion of Ferrari.

A meeting of great minds and equals.

Before this, although the "Musicians" claimed to be a Mercenary Group, they were actually just a small band of unorganized soldiers.

But starting from today, things seemed to have changed a bit.

The cook had paid a price of $100,000 for Ferrari to go to Bermuda to set up an offshore investment fund and then placed the company in French Guiana.

Although $100,000 nearly emptied the cook's pockets, Song Heping thought it was very worthwhile.

The addition of a doctor to the team made them seem much more impressive.

Moreover, $100,000 was a large sum just a few days ago, but today it was just small change.

After all, times had changed.

Now the "Musicians" Mercenary Group really had confidence.

This confidence came from the hefty reward they received for capturing Sayif, who was on the playing card wanted list.