Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 129: Crying Conference
Next to the Republic Palace swimming pool.

Song Heping was a little absent-minded.

The cook, on the other hand, felt at home in this kind of situation. He chatted and exchanged pleasantries with the contractors introduced by Turner, and they felt like old friends.

What made Song Heping a little absent-minded was of course the matter of Yusuf.

Whether to accept this order is a question worth thinking about.

Yusuf asked him to come to his house for dinner tomorrow night.

It was said to be a gathering of friends.

Actually...

Song Heping felt that it was a palace coup.

Let yourself make the choice.

His own defense company is just starting out, and Yusuf is very important to him.

Not to mention that the arms can only be obtained with his help, the arms warehouse and office building currently rented by his company would not be so easy to obtain without Yusuf's help.

Therefore, Yusuf cannot be offended.

Especially when he put himself in Yusuf's shoes, he could understand Yusuf's feelings.

Putting aside family ties, his uncle's death actually involved the vital interests of the entire class of small officials in Bakda.

The big shots don't treat them as human beings. They are in danger of being attacked at any time. Anyone would be afraid of them and would get angry at them.

But he couldn't afford to lose money by accepting the security order from the Joint Security Council, which was just a way to get rid of beggars...

Difficult.

Just as Song Heping was thinking about this, two pairs of eyes were staring at him at the other end of the party.

"Stationmaster, the more I look at this guy, the more I dislike him."

Thomas's eyes flashed with two sinister glances.

Simon, who was standing by, gently shook the wine in his glass, his eyes never leaving Song Heping.

He doesn't like Song Heping.

Since this guy joined the "Musician" defense, he has disrupted his deployment more than once.

But this time, Simon was happy to see Song Heping wipe out the Freedom Army.

This will help to combat the arrogance of the Cold War armed forces. Those bastards now dare to negotiate with the interim government and put forward the condition that all the oil fields in the north must be taken over, otherwise they will not cooperate with the Americans in establishing a interim government.

Can their Kould armed forces occupy that place?
That is the private domain of American energy tycoons!
What is the basis for this gang of mountain bandits?
You really dare to ask for such exorbitant conditions.

The Freedom Army's headquarters was destroyed, which was equivalent to cutting off a claw of the Cold War armed forces. It was also a reminder to them not to think that they were invincible in northern Irigaray and that no one dared to control them.

Simon originally wanted to take advantage of this incident to add fuel to the fire and instigate Cold to retaliate against Song Heping's mercenary group.

After all, Song Heping's mercenary group has only more than 300 people, while the Cold Army has at least 10,000 troops. The military strength is completely incomparable.

If the Cold Army could attack the "Musician" mercenary group regardless of the consequences because of the Free Army, I believe it would be a wonderful drama.

At that time, he could use the excuse that the Cold War armed forces attacked the oil fields of American companies to ask the US military to attack the Cold War armed forces and take control of these ungrateful bandits.

But what no one expected was that at noon the latest intelligence arrived, saying that the Mahdi Army suddenly launched a massive attack on the remaining forces of the Free Army, and took advantage of the opportunity when the Free Army lost its command and fell into chaos to occupy most of its territory.

In just one day, Madih's army took over one-third of the Free Army's territory. At this rate, the entire Free Army's territory would be under Madih's control in a few days.

The situation in the north has now become very complicated and delicate.

If the Madih army continues to fight like this, their territory will be directly adjacent to the territory of the Kurdish armed forces, and they will become real neighbors.

The most delicate part of the whole situation is that the Madih Army is related to the Persians. They have always been at odds with the Kurds. Now that their territories are adjacent, both sides are eyeing each other covetously.

As a result, the Kurdish armed forces had no energy to deal with the "Musician" defense.

Simon spent a long afternoon looking at the map in the office when he suddenly discovered something strange - from the decapitation operation last night when the "Musician" defense infiltrated the center of the Free Army's territory to the large-scale offensive of the Madih Army during the day, the entire situation is now very favorable to Song Heping's "Musician" mercenary group!
The "Musician" Defense Department's move not only eliminated the threat posed by the Free Army to the defense of its own oil fields, but was also equivalent to giving a big gift to the Madih Army!
Could it be that there was some secret deal going on between Song Heping and the Persians?!
After this idea formed in Simon's mind, it has been lingering and becoming stronger and stronger.

How could it be such a coincidence?
Judging from the timeline, the "Musician" Defense and the Madih Army were simply playing a perfect tactical coordination.

In particular, intelligence shows that the reason why the Free Army was easily infiltrated into the hinterland by the "Musician" mercenary group was because the Madih army created friction on the border between the two sides a few days ago.

To guard against Madih's forces, the Free Army shifted all its forces from the south and east to the northwest, leaving its defense zone riddled with holes...

The more you look at it, the more it looks like a conspiracy.

"Send someone to monitor them and see if they have any contact with the Persians. If you find any clues, make a report, report to your superiors, and then eliminate them."

"No problem, leave it to me."

Thomas was eager to try.

……

"Ah-"

On the way back, Song Heping sneezed.

"What's going on?" the cook driving the car asked curiously, "You sneezed several times on the way back from the party."

Song Heping took a tissue, wiped his nose and said, "I guess someone missed me."

"Miss you?" The cook laughed: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Song Heping shook his head: "No."

How could I have a girlfriend with my previous financial situation?

Before I came here to make a fortune, I was extremely poor. When thieves broke into my house, I would leave crying.

I have some money now.

But the thought of returning home gave him a headache.

Afraid that something might happen.

It seems that it is better not to use the original identity when doing this job.

If I really don’t work in this industry in the future, I will change my real identity back to my country and find a good girl to live with.

But you can't let others know how you made your fortune.

This cannot be told to anyone.

He had already planned it.

If someone asks what you do abroad.

Then say you are doing trade yourself.

International trade.

It sounds very high-end.

"By the way, you and Yusuf talked for so long tonight. What did you talk about?" The cook asked about what happened before.

Song Heping had no intention of hiding anything, so he told him about the attack on his uncle Yusuf and about wanting Musician Defense to provide bodyguard services.

"Is that his uncle?" The cook was surprised to hear that.

"If I had known earlier, I would have lent a hand to save him."

Then he added, "You didn't agree to it, did you? There are thousands of minor officials in Bakda alone, and if each has two bodyguards, that's tens of thousands of people. Even if we expand our recruitment, it's impossible to recruit that many people in such a short time. What's more, the money the United Security Council gives us is not much. Don't do such a stupid thing!"

"no……"

Song Heping pondered for a moment and said, "I've thought about it for a long time and I think I should take this job."

"Are you crazy?!"

The cook was so frightened that he almost stepped on the brakes.

"If you take this order, we will go bankrupt!"

Song Heping said, "If we don't accept it, will Yusuf still cooperate with us? Well, even if he is willing to cooperate and continue to make money with us, think about it, his network of connections are all small officials of the same level as him. He couldn't have gotten those arms and such a large warehouse by himself. I'm sure the money earned didn't just go into his pocket."

"Yeah! We don't owe him any money!" the cook said. "If he wants to share the spoils with others, what does it have to do with us?!"

Song Heping said, "It doesn't matter?! If all the petty officials in Yusuf's network of connections were dead, do you think we could still get the arms?"

The cook was stunned.

He had never thought about this level of relationship.

But if you think about it, it seems to be correct.

The reason why Yusuf went to the UN Security Council boss tonight and yelled at him to arrange bodyguards was not just because of his friendship with those officials, but because if he continued like this, everyone in his network would die, and how would he make money?

But for the top leaders of the Joint Security Council or the Interim Governing Council, the lives of Yusuf and others are not worth mentioning.

Every time a low-level official dies, another one is promoted. There are a lot of people who want to take these positions, just like leeks that grow again after being cut. It's no big deal.

"But we simply can't afford such a large order! Look at why big companies like Blackwater International and AAFES don't accept it? They're not stupid! If they accept it, they won't make any money, and they'll lose money. Besides, we only have a little over $200,000 in liquid funds left."

"No no no..."

Song Heping said thoughtfully, "I'm brewing a big plan... If it works, not only will we not lose money, but believe it or not, we'll make a lot of money in the future. At the end of the year, we'll get a lot of dividends."

When the cook heard that there was money to be made, his eyes lit up.

"You're not bragging?"

"No." Song Heping said, "I'll finalize this matter tomorrow night and talk to you later."

In order to keep the appointment, Song Heping stayed in Bakdado for another day.

The next evening, he drove out of the Green Zone and went alone to Yusuf's home.

The atmosphere was completely different from the last family gathering.

Yusuf arranged the gathering in the backyard.

The food is still so rich, and most of the local delicacies of Iligo are available.

Yusuf led Song Heping into the backyard.

He was startled as soon as he entered the door.

In the huge backyard, there were three long tables about seven or eight meters long placed side by side, with people sitting on both sides.

This formation...

If you don’t know, you might think it’s a wedding or birthday party.

"all these are……"

Song Heping asked Yusuf with some surprise.

"They are all my good brothers! They all work in the Provisional Government and various committees. Come, come, let me introduce them to you..."

For the next ten minutes, Yusuf took Song Heping around the three long tables and introduced them to each person one by one.

When Yusuf introduced himself, his words were quite meaningful.

For example, after introducing the other person's name, he will definitely explain in detail what department the other person works in, what position he holds, and what work he is in charge of.

After Song Heping walked around three times, he suddenly felt that almost all the little brains in various departments of the Bakda Provisional Government were there.

There were people from the Interim Management Committee Office to the Accounting Supervisor of the Reconstruction Project Committee, the small official in the Finance Department of the Joint Security Council who was in charge of allocating police funds, and even people from the customs...

"Come on, let's drink some tea together and toast to our friendship!"

Led by Yusuf, everyone stood up.

Everyone puts a pinch of salt in their tea.

Song Heping did the same.

Then everyone drank tea. Yusuf took the initiative to break off a piece of naan and handed it to Song Heping, then broke off a piece for himself, and the others did the same.

Everyone held up their naan and ate it together, as if they were performing some kind of sacred ritual...

After the incident, Yusuf said, "We have an old tradition here. Those who have shared a portion of naan and salt under the same roof are brothers."

This is crazy...

Song Heping thought that Yusuf was better at building relationships than himself.

Just by drinking a bowl of tea, pinching a handful of salt and eating a piece of naan, we become brothers?
The burning of yellow paper in the Arab region is really simple and straightforward...

Suddenly, he felt like he was pulled into a large-scale Peach Garden Oath scene.

Before he could recover.

The junior supervisor from the temporary management committee office, who was closest to him, grabbed Song Heping's sleeve and actually started sobbing...

A grown man actually started sobbing on the spot...

Song Heping suddenly felt a little confused.

While sobbing, the guy recounted a thrilling experience he had of escaping death more than half a month ago. He also added that he had an eighty-year-old mother and a breastfeeding daughter, and that he was the only one supporting the family.

When he was moved, he lifted up his clothes to show Song Heping the hideous centipede-like wounds, and told Song Heping, as his brother, to take over their security orders and save their lives.

Other people present also gathered around, like people blocking the road to complain, and recounted the life-and-death moments they had experienced.

"OK OK."

Song Heping had to raise his voice and raise his hands.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet, and listen to me first!"

After more than ten seconds, the scene finally quieted down.

He looked around and announced loudly, "Well, since my brothers are in trouble, I certainly can't just stand by and watch. I, 'Musician', will take on this job!"

　I have a fever today and I am not feeling well. I am forcing myself to write. My head is dizzy, but I still have to keep updating.

　　Let me write these two chapters of 7,000 words first.

　　Asking for a monthly ticket!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)