Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 156 Big Plan

"it is good!"

Song Heping gritted his teeth and agreed.

He had to do it.

Sometimes opportunities to make a fortune are fleeting.

If you don't catch it, you can only watch it cross the sky of your life like a meteor.

But if you want to seize it, you must have both the ability and the courage.

Because you don’t know whether you are grasping heaven or hell.

Opportunities and risks always coexist.

The greater the risk, the higher the profit.

This principle remains unchanged throughout the ages.

"Give me fifteen minutes."

Song Heping stood up on his own.

"Can I get out of here and make a phone call?"

"Of course." Haimur raised his hand and drew a circle. "As long as you are in this house, you can use any place you want."

Song Heping walked to the corner of the yard, stopped, and took out his satellite phone.

He wasn't calling the cook.

If the chef were still here at this moment, he would definitely have only one word - "Come on!"

"Hello, Mr. Avanti."

When he heard Afanti's voice coming from the other end of the phone, Song Heping took the initiative to greet him.

"Ah...it's Mr. Song."

Avanti didn't sound very happy.

It has been a while since I came back from Turkey Country.

Afanasiy is in a bad mood, which means Hassan has gained nothing.

Song Heping even wondered if he would let him refund the money?
Hahahaha!

100 million US dollars.

I got a useless piece of trash.

"Mr. Avanti, you don't sound very happy. What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Song Heping asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Afanti didn't hide anything at all and answered very frankly: "Yes, I have been troubled recently. Hassan was arrested in vain."

Hassan was arrested in vain.

Ha ha.

It seems that the old man Haimur's words have been confirmed once again.

Song Heping turned his head and glanced at Haimur who was not far away. The latter smiled at him and raised his teacup.

Old fox!
Song Heping said secretly in his heart.

"Mr. Avanti, I'm calling you to discuss a business deal. I wonder if you're interested."

"Buy or sell?"

Afanasiy was a little surprised when he heard this.

The mercenary company is negotiating a deal with me?
"Do you need to borrow the passage for arms? My promise still stands. You can contact Nasin at any time."

The meaning is very clear.

Don't come to me for such a small matter!

"It's not about arms." Song Heping said, "It's about gold. Shadamu's gold."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

But Song Heping seemed to be able to hear Afanti's slightly heavier breathing.

After a long time, he heard Afanti's voice again, and his tone was much more serious than before.

"Are you sure?! You know where the gold is? How did you know??"

Song Heping even heard some hostility in his tone.

Maybe Afanti felt that Song Heping had done something in the actions of the Chicken Kingdom.

Maybe I learned something from Hassan in advance.

In order to dispel Afanti's messy thoughts, Song Heping first told him the whole story.

But he omitted some key information.

For example, the Haimur and the Ijibai tribes.

After he finished speaking, the other side fell silent again.

This time, Song Heping didn't wait for him to speak again and asked first: "What do you think about the reliability of this matter? Is the other party's intelligence reliable?"

"It doesn't sound fake," Afanti said. "Because the information I got from Hassan matches what you just said, there's no problem. Hassan confessed that he had handed over the gold a long time ago and took out dozens of kilograms to exchange for money. He also knew that the gold was very hot. After all, it would be absolutely impossible to launch a nationwide counterattack with 50 tons of gold. Facing the powerful coalition forces, reorganizing the army to counterattack is a pipe dream. So he gave the gold to an officer of the former elite unit of the government army and fled to Turkey to avoid it."

"What's the officer's name?" Song Heping asked.

Afanti hesitated for a moment, then said, "Aid Abdullah Aziz."

Song Heping said, "I'll verify the name later. If it matches, it means the person who provided the clue here didn't lie to me, and then I will take this business."

Afanti asked cautiously, "In that case, are you calling me just to ask for information?"

Song Heping could hear Afanti's vigilance and worry.

He was afraid that he would leave him and work alone.

But he was wrong.

He doesn't understand Song Heping.

If Song Heping was extremely greedy, he would probably do this.

But Song Heping is not a greedy person.

To be precise, Song Heping would rather assess the situation and make money together.

The more pressing the issue, the safer it is when more people get involved.

It is difficult to get fat by eating alone, and sooner or later you will die of overeating.

Fifty tons of gold.

A valuation of approximately US$7 million.

My own small defense company with more than 200 people cannot handle it.

This matter involves a wide range of aspects.

It requires careful planning and close coordination. For safety reasons, even the company's local mercenaries cannot be used.

Then we must rely on external forces.

"Mr. Afanti, don't worry. From the moment I called you, I wanted to cooperate with you, but I don't know if you are interested in getting a piece of the pie."

"Of course I'm interested!"

This time Afanti answered very quickly.

"And I'm very interested. Tell me how we can cooperate."

"This is a big deal. Before we start cooperating, I must know where everyone's profit margins are. The cake is in front of us, and we need to agree on how much each person will get." Song Heping said slowly, "There's an old saying in our country - first deal with the villain, then the gentleman. Although things haven't happened yet, I want to know if you can digest these 50 tons of gold if you get them." "Of course!"

Afanti did not hesitate at all.

"Our own country needs gold. We can still eat fifty tons of gold."

"Price." Song Heping asked, "How much per ounce are you offering?"

"Two hundred dollars per ounce." Afanti gave a number.

"Fuck me!"

This time it was Song Heping's turn to scream.

This is Afanti’s Dragon Slaying Sword!
With one cut, there was no blood, and it directly cut the ankle!

"I think I should call you the Forty Thieves instead of Afanti. Afanti is not that cruel."

Song Heping couldn't help but tease.

"Two hundred dollars an ounce is a very fair price," Afanti said. "Few people in the world can afford this stuff. Even if they could, they wouldn't dare take it if they had the financial resources. The Americans would think it belonged to them. You know full well that the CIA even dispatched the SAD's 'Watchmen' team for this shipment of gold."

"That's true..."

Song Heping started doing arithmetic problems again.

With just one cut, the money was reduced by half.

$7 million instantly became $3.5 million.

Then the old man Haimur still has to go halfway.

On my side, it became 1.75 million US dollars.

That sounds like a lot.

But the risk he took was not small.

Of course, I have achieved absolute financial freedom.

The company's local mercenaries are no longer available.

So it is only distributed to core members, who are going to participate in the action.

There are eight core members in total, including himself, the cook, the white bear, the queen, the gray wolf, the hunter, the disaster star, and Ferrari, plus Samir who has already joined. Each of them can get nearly 20 million US dollars.

Be nice.

Twenty million US dollars.

Converted into Chinese currency it is 160 million.

Even if I break my legs in my next life, I won’t have to worry about food and drink.

"Why? Do you feel disadvantaged?"

When Afanasiy saw that Song Heping didn't say anything, he became a little nervous.

If Boss Song quits in anger, all my efforts will be wasted.

You know, they used 100 million US dollars to hire Song Heping and others to kidnap Hassan, but in the end they got nothing.

Now that Song Heping took the initiative to trade with him, although the profit was less than half of the previous budget, he still earned more than 300 million US dollars.

This money can be used as funding for the Guard Special Operations Brigade and can do a lot of things.

"or……"

Seeing that Song Heping still didn't say anything, Afanti began to increase the stakes.

"I'm here to help you with anything you need. Everything!"

Song Heping suddenly asked, "By the way, do you have any informants in the CIA?"

"Yes." Afanti said, "What do you want to know?"

"What I want to know is how they're progressing with tracking the gold."

"No progress, no better than us," Afanti said. "Although Shadamu was captured, it's a pity that he didn't know where the last batch of gold was. Also, according to intelligence feedback, when they interrogated the few close associates they captured with Shadamu, they even tortured them to death."

"died?"

Song Heping took a breath.

It seems that those crazy people in SAD are really cruel and are determined to kill people.

This shows that they are also very anxious.

"I want you to do something for me. Wait until the day before I take action and release fake news. I will give you the content of the fake news."

"You want to keep them busy?"

"Yes, for safety reasons, I need to ensure that no SAD personnel are in the actual operation area."

"no problem."

"Okay, let's talk about this first. Wait for my news."

"So the price is $200 an ounce?"

Afanti asked another question.

Song Heping confirmed: "Yes, $200 an ounce, but I still need you to help me do a lot of things, you must do your best."

Afanti agreed without hesitation: "No problem, I will mobilize all my resources for you as long as you need them, including all our resources in Yiligo."

"As long as you say this."

Song Heping hung up the phone and returned to Haimur.

The setting sun in the sky has already fallen to the edge of the mountains in the distance of the desert. The clouds are blood-red and the sky is full of red clouds.

Song Heping picked up the teacup and toasted to Haimur.

"I accept your plan."

Haimur also raised his teacup and clinked it with his.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Song. It seems you've finally figured out the sales problem. I wasn't wrong about you..."

He said with emotion: "You are a person who can accomplish great things. After this is accomplished, you and I will be good friends, and the Ijibai tribe will be your friends from now on."

"Well, in that case, I won't be polite." Song Heping said, "You want half, but this half is half of the $3.5 million. Do you accept it?"

Haimur thought for a moment and nodded, "No problem, but you have to give me the weapons you obtained from the Salafi armed forces for free."

The weapons obtained during the raid on the Salafi armed forces were only enough for more than 200 people, but Song Heping didn't feel sorry about it at all.

Compared to gold, these are just drizzles.

Why does Haimur look so concerned?

So he couldn't help but ask: "Are you short of weapons?"

Haimur nodded. "That's right. Although Iligo is currently in turmoil, tribal armed forces like ours are deliberately restricted. The people in the Provisional Governing Council and the military forces currently involved in forming the interim government are suppressing small forces and restricting our access to weapons, fearing that we will become stronger and compete for power with them. To be honest, there are more than a dozen tribes here, large and small, and they are all relatively small. We are all in short supply of weapons. It's not that we don't have money, but we can't buy that much..."

"what……"

Song Heping smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of your weapons from now on."

He chuckled in his heart.

Old man, cut off half of my gold money now, and I will earn your money back with arms.

Ha ha.

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(End of this chapter)