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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".

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Chapter 64: The Cook's Hidden Skills

Aunt Nancy agreed because the dish was a classic Italian appetizer.

With her Italian heritage, she grew up eating Italian meals at home, so she found the flavors of her hometown irresistible.

Especially when a bald, burly mercenary claimed he could make the dish, her curiosity was completely piqued.

Song Heping had also vaguely guessed the cook's intention.

The guy wanted to play up to her liking.

The method was fine, but to achieve the desired effect, one had to have real skill.

Otherwise, it would backfire.

After all, the lady was no ordinary person; she wasn't easy to please.

If the results didn't live up to expectations, there was a chance Aunt Nancy wouldn't give Angel any face, and neither he nor the cook would get any business.

However, Song Heping's jaw soon dropped.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the cook came back.

When Song Heping first caught sight of the cook, the sparkling wine he had just sipped almost sprayed out!

The guy had actually...