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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 · Urbano
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376 Chs

Chapter 60: Master Ferrari

The person who stepped down from the car was immediately recognized by Song Heping as someone who definitely had Chinese descent.

His hair was black...

The features of his face slightly bore European traits, but also had several Chinese characteristics, giving a vaguely familiar feeling.

Clearly, he was of mixed heritage.

Besides that, a pair of black-framed glasses sat on his nose, adding a scholarly air to his overall appearance.

"Ferrari! My dear friend!"

The cook enthusiastically greeted him, hugging him and giving him two kisses of honor.

Lao Gui pushed the cook away and said, "You've been drinking, right? The smell is so strong!"

The cook, unbothered, said, "Come on, let's have a few drinks together."

As he spoke, he pulled Ferrari to the table and made him sit down.