Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 130: Building the Brotherhood of Bakda
When they heard that Song Heping had taken over the business, the situation suddenly seemed out of control. The petty officials cheered and hugged each other, and some even started spinning in circles and dancing.

As for?
Song Heping was surprised by their unusual excitement.

But I soon understood it.

Life.

This is all about fate.

Although having two bodyguards cannot guarantee absolute safety.

When encountering an attack mode such as a roadside bomb, the bodyguards must also take to the sky.

But something is better than nothing.

Just like Yusuf’s uncle, if he had two bodyguards, he probably wouldn’t have died.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet!"

He had to raise his hands again to control the situation.

"Let me say a few more words."

The scene became quiet again.

Song Heping said: "What I want to say is that there are so many government employees in Bakda, and it is impossible for me to provide personal bodyguard services for every one of them. I can only say..."

He raised his hand and pointed at the people in front of him.

"Only for those present here."

The scene continued to remain peaceful.

Everyone seemed to be savoring the meaning of Song Heping's words just now, and was stunned for a moment.

"no problem!"

After a brief silence, Yusuf broke the silence.

"That's no problem at all, is it?"

He turned to the others.

"Is there a problem?"

"no problem!"

The customs officer next to him suddenly laughed.

"Do you have any questions?"

Yusuf asked another official from the Interim Governing Council.

The man seemed to come to his senses and quickly shook his head: "No problem!"

Song Heping smiled and said, "This service is not an official security order, but a private service I provide to everyone present. So this is also a gentleman's agreement between us. It does not involve any business of the Joint Security Council. This is not a public-to-public relationship, it is a personal one."

At the end, he looked at Yusuf next to him and emphasized something.

"For the sake of our brother Yusuf."

After saying this, Yusuf's face was covered with gold, and he felt very proud.

Song Heping counted secretly.

There were a total of seventy-two people present, including Yusuf, which means that 144 bodyguards were needed. If each local bodyguard was paid a monthly salary of US$200, it would mean a monthly expenditure of US$28800, and the total annual expenditure for bodyguards would be US$345600.

Based on the lowest level of accident insurance of $300 per person per year, the insurance expenditure is $43200 per year.

The two items combined amount to less than $40 a year.

This amount of money is not a big support considering that the company has two oil field security orders.

I can bear it.

But these seventy-plus people can do a lot for themselves, and they can earn more than $400,000 for their efforts.

As for how to make a profit, Song Heping already had an idea.

That night, Song Heping deliberately stayed until the end. After all the guests had left, he pulled Yusuf to sit back at the table.

"Brother, there's something I need to talk to you about."

"You say, as long as I can do it."

Yusuf was straightforward.

It seemed that he also understood that Song Heping would definitely talk to him about some sensitive topics.

Because Song Heping had just promised to provide bodyguard services, but he never said where the money would come from, nor did he say how much each person would have to bear.

There is no such thing as a free lunch. When adults get along with each other, they only talk about interests.

Song Heping got straight to the point: "I can cover all the security costs for you and your friends from my own company, and I don't need you to pay for it out of your own pockets, but I need you to help me with something."

"What help?" Yusuf asked.

Song Heping said, "The quantity of arms I bought from you is huge, and some people abroad want them. However, shipping them out isn't so easy. I need the formalities to get them shipped out of the port, or I need a way to ship them out from the southern port."

"formalities……"

Yusuf scratched his head.

"You mean the formalities?"

Song Heping said: "I heard that if you have documents issued by the Provisional Governing Council or the Provisional Government, you can be exempted from inspection."

Yusuf said: "Yes, but those are supplies for the coalition forces, most of them are military supplies."

Song Heping asked: "Yes, this is it. Can I get it?"

Yusuf said: "This kind of procedure is not easy to complete..."

Song Heping continued, "Wasn't there someone from the Joint Security Council here just now? Can he get the procedures?"

Yusuf said, "I can ask, but don't get your hopes up."

Song Heping sneered, "Yusuf, I treat you as a brother, so don't keep me in suspense. If you can do it, then it's okay, and if you can't, then it's not okay. If you can do it, I guarantee you'll make a lot of money. To be honest, I'm very interested in the weapons in your interim management committee. As far as I know, you not only have weapons confiscated from the previous government, but also weapons purchased with US military funds. The Americans allocated more than 100 billion in reconstruction funds, one-third of which was used for security in Irigaray, including a large amount of weapons."

"As someone in the supplies department, if you can get some out privately and sell it to me, I'll contact clients to sell it to them. We'll both profit. I'll also definitely not treat my friend who helped me with customs clearance unfairly. We'll all make money together!"

Song Heping's words aroused Yusuf's anti-greed desire.

Last time, Song Heping bought more than one million US dollars worth of arms. Except for a portion he used to manage relationships, the bulk of the money went into his own pocket.

I have to say, this is really a way to make money.

Before, they had been secretly getting some supplies out of the warehouse without registering them and selling them on the black market. The quantities were small, so the profit was not much. After meeting Song Heping, Yusuf finally got a taste of what money was.

He was well aware of how huge the current arms inventory of the entire Irigo was.

The assets that Shadamu purchased for the 120 million troops back then, plus the Americans are now investing in transporting various infantry fighting vehicles, tanks, individual equipment, ammunition, etc. from their own country here, is simply a huge resource. If you can cash in on it, you will be a millionaire in the future.

As for whether something will go wrong, there is no need to worry about that.

When you have earned enough, just run away.

Go to Turkey or other Middle Eastern countries.

Anyway, there is no hope for my motherland, so I might as well make plans as soon as possible.

Now someone offers you a way to make a fortune, if you don’t take it, you’d be a fool.

"Brother, give me three days. I'll go explore the way and give you an answer then."

Yusuf finally gave the final answer.

Song Heping reminded him, "Okay, give me an answer in three days. But Brother Yusuf, I have to remind you of one thing: black money is always black money. You can't keep all the money you make. The more people you drag into it, the safer it is. Understand?"

Yusuf nodded repeatedly: "I understand. You can't eat alone, otherwise you will die of overeating."

Song Heping finally smiled and said, "Yes, my goal is to build our own Bakda Brotherhood and make a fortune together. Think about it, Iligo is in such a mess right now. The Americans are not here for charity. They don't treat you as human beings, but you can't treat yourselves as human beings. Look at those bigwigs in the Provisional Governing Council, the Joint Security Council, and the Project Reconstruction Committee. Which one of them is not making money? Seize this opportunity, work hard for a few years, and when you are financially free in the future, take your children abroad and don't stay in this war-torn place. I know you and Samir are not on the same path. He will not leave Iligo, and you don't want to stay here."

Yusuf had to admire Song Heping's ability to judge people.

He really didn't want to stay.

This country is finished, and it will take decades for it to recover.

The Americans here don't know when to leave.

If I didn't have enough money, I would have run away long ago.

Working in the Provisional Management Committee is just a way to make a living. With the current probability of being attacked, I don't know how long I can do it. Who knows, one day I might be killed on the road by someone with an assault rifle and several rounds of bullets like my uncle.

Song Heping is right.

It's better to plan early.

……

After leaving Yusuf's house, Song Heping drove back to the Green Zone.

The satellite phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, but he answered it anyway.

"Which one?"

"I am your old friend Avanti."

There was a deep baritone voice on the other end of the line.

"It's you. I just saw it was an unfamiliar number and almost hung up."

Song Heping speaks frankly.

"That's not a good habit," Afanti said. "I'm calling you from a secure line, so the number will be very strange."

Song Heping asked, "It's so late, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Afanti said, "Let me tell you something."

Song Heping asked, "What's the matter?"

Afanti said in a deep voice, "The Freedom Army is finished. I mean completely finished. Just now, we took over all their territory."

So fast? !

Song Heping really admires this Afanasiy.

He does things decisively and swiftly, without any delay.

Not bad.

I like working with people like this.

Does this mean my oil fields will be much safer in the future?" Song Heping asked.

Afanti laughed heartily on the other end of the line. "Haha, of course. There are many armed groups on the northern border, but the Madih Army is the most powerful. The other minions saw you wipe out the Free Army headquarters, so naturally they don't dare to touch you. The only ones who can touch you are us and the Kurdish forces. Right now, the Kurdish forces don't have the energy to harass you in the short term, so they're confronting us."

Song Heping said: "Then I have to thank you."

Afanti was also very direct: "No need to thank you, as long as you fulfill your promise."

Song Heping knew that he was hinting at the fact that he had sent people to Turkey to help them get Hassan back.

"no problem."

Song Heping had no intention of going back on his word.

"But you also have to fulfill your promise, my fake identity."

"No problem, I've already arranged for someone to take care of it for you," Afanti said. "You have to trust our efficiency. So, when will we meet again?"

"Is it urgent?"

Song Heping remembered that he still had to wait for Yusuf's reply in three days.

"It's urgent," Afanti said, "Our people in Turkey have discovered that the CIA has set their sights on Hassan."

"CIA?"

Song Heping felt a dull pain in his temple again.

You really can't escape this department no matter where you go.

He didn't want to mess with these guys.

But sometimes you have to face it.

Afanti said: "That's right, so we don't have much time left, we must act first."

"Tomorrow night, as usual, we'll meet in the desert. Send me the coordinates, and then take your helicopter to Persia and meet at your place. How about that?"

"No problem, my friend."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)