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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 · Thành thị
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
375 Chs

On-Shelf Remarks

The editor suddenly notified me of the launch, which is tomorrow at noon, twelve o'clock.

Write a launch speech?

It seems to be the norm.

Since that's the case, I'll go with the flow.

At the end of 2012, I resigned from the system, started writing in 2014, and it has just been ten years now.

Why write books?

As a child, I was good at writing essays, and naively, not knowing how hard life could be, I bragged to my teacher that I wanted to become a writer.

A person must have dreams, right?

After resigning and having some free time, I thought I might as well write.

And just like that, ten years have passed.

How many decades does one have in life?

Not many, indeed!

I kept failing, I kept writing.

Occasionally, I would remember that saying by Zhong Zheng – fight and fail, fail and fight again.