Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 446 Not in the Pool
When the first ray of Manhattan sunlight shone into the dormitory through the glass window, Song Heping opened his eyes as usual.

Although he had only been here for two days, fortunately he came from Venezuela and the time difference was not serious. He still woke up on time at six in the morning.

Normally, Song Heping would have sat up like a taut spring, but he didn't do that today.

Because there was a lovely girl lying next to him.

So he carefully lifted the quilt, carefully moved his feet from the bed to the floor, carefully sat up, and then tiptoed on the wooden floor like a thief to the end of the bed, picked up the clothes on the floor, and tiptoed out of the dormitory.

Before leaving, he looked back at the bed.

Angel slept soundly.

The two fought for three hundred rounds last night, which consumed a lot of physical energy, so it is understandable that they slept in.

Walking out of the living room, Song Heping looked around the house, which he had not paid close attention to last night.

Typical simple European and American style.

It seems that this is Angel's preferred style, whether it is the office or his own apartment.

Although it is an apartment, and a high-rise one at that, it is quite large.

It was Song Heping's first time in New York and he was not familiar with the road conditions, so he didn't know where he was.

He pulled aside the floor-length curtains in the living room, revealing a huge glass door in front of him, with a balcony outside.

What surprised Song Heping was that he saw an extremely rectangular park, which looked like an emerald embedded in this concrete jungle city with tall buildings.

Song Heping opened the glass door and walked out onto the balcony.

The wind was a little strong, but very cool, and the fresh air in the early morning was refreshing.

Walking to the balcony, he looked down and found that it was about twenty or thirty floors above the ground.

"Manhattan..."

Looking around at the scenery, he realized where he was.

I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs running away.

Song Heping had never been to Manhattan, but he knew this famous park, and he also knew one thing - the houses here were very expensive!

"The environment is nice... I'll also build a house here when I have money in the future!"

He stretched lazily in the cool breeze, facing the park not far away.

After stretching his body, Song Heping felt that his sleepiness had completely disappeared. He turned around and went back to the room, and began to look for the kitchen.

Because he is really hungry now.

At the cocktail party last night, the food was all served buffet style, and all of it was exquisite. For a former soldier, that food was not enough for one bite.

But the situation was not convenient at that time, so I kept taking it. I looked like a starving ghost. I didn’t know how those foreigners filled their stomachs. They walked around with champagne glasses all night long. They were really not hungry at all.

When it comes to food, Song Heping feels that the food from his old Chinese family is the most nutritious.

The more I thought about it, the hungrier I became. I rummaged through the kitchen refrigerator for a long time and finally found some edible ingredients. I started to make breakfast.

Angel was awakened by the fragrance.

She opened her eyes and faintly smelled a fragrance.

It's not perfume, it's the smell of food.

The door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap. Angel got up, put on his pajamas, and followed the smell to the kitchen.

Because the kitchen was open, she saw Song Heping busy at the stove at a glance.

I wanted to say hello, but in the end I said nothing. I just leaned against the door and watched the man busying himself with his hands and feet.

Finally, when Song Heping turned around again, he saw Angel.

"you're awake?"

"What are you doing?"

Angel then walked over and came to Song Heping's side.

There were two large bowls next to the pot, each containing two large bowls of noodles.

"Where did you find the noodles?"

"I made it with the flour I found in your cupboard, but it's not as good as the flour from my hometown."

"Where did you find the beef?"

"I cut the beef in the refrigerator into pieces."

Soon, two bowls of hot noodles were served on the table.

Angel leaned over to the bowl and sniffed it, praising it, "It smells great. I think it's no worse than the ones in Chinese restaurants out there."

After saying that, she looked at Song Heping across from her with her big, loving eyes and said, "This is the first time a man has made breakfast for me."

"There are no chopsticks. Eat with a fork." Song Heping handed her the fork and said, "Didn't your father make breakfast for you?"

"No." Angel rolled up a ball of noodles with his fork like eating spaghetti, blowing on them while saying, "He's very busy. He's been busy as long as I can remember. Our family..."

She shook her head, a look of helplessness on her face.

Then he asked, "Where's your dad?"

Song Heping said as he ate noodles with big mouthfuls, "He made breakfast for me every day since I was little. Sometimes he would leave early for the busy farming season and leave me in the kitchen. Later, when I started elementary school, I took over my father's shift and took care of my younger siblings."

Angel said, "No wonder you are so caring."

Her curiosity about Song Heping grew stronger and stronger. This man came from a different world from her.

Everything about her was unfamiliar to him.

Everything about him was unfamiliar to her.

"Oh! That's right!"

Angel suddenly remembered something, stood up, walked quickly to the living room, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

"Fell called me yesterday and told me he'd cast the bait, and the DOD spokesperson had already taken it. I'll arrange for him to be a guest on a CNN current affairs interview tonight, so I can let him add fuel to the fire and see how the military reacts."

As he was speaking, the TV screen was replaying yesterday's DOD press conference.

Song Heping stared at the TV screen until he saw the part where Fair asked questions.

He noticed that Colonel Ryder seemed a little embarrassed at first.

But then Fehr stopped the question just in time.

In fact, Song Heping hoped that Fair could embarrass Colonel Reid even more, or even attract the attention of the Pentagon and the White House, so that they would not dare to send troops directly. However, this would not benefit Fair.

He wants the news.

This is the basis of his willingness and doing.

Otherwise he would not be willing to do it.

The reality is very cruel.

He could have won without fighting by directly hyping up the news to make the US and Colombian government forces stop their actions, but in order to satisfy Fair, he had no choice but to agree to let them do it until the US military sent troops and established facts, and then expose the evidence to create a public opinion explosion.

As he interacted with more and more people, Song Heping gradually learned some rules of the game.

Sometimes a battle or an operation involves more than just military considerations; there are too many other factors to consider.

Everyone has their own chips. If you want others to help you, you have to use your chips in exchange.

When the scene came to where Fair suddenly said that his source of information came from the Internet and was ridiculed by Colonel Reid, Song Heping could only sigh inwardly but had to admire this experienced media person.

Casting the hook and letting out the line, without any hesitation or expression.

Colonel Reid has unknowingly fallen into a trap, and the Pentagon and the White House have taken the bait without even realizing it.

This suddenly gave him a new idea.

"Angel, you said that this guy, Fair, is not happy at his newspaper, right?"

"Yes." Angel nodded.

Song Heping asked, "How much compensation does he need to pay if he terminates the contract?"

"Five million dollars," Angel said. "Of course, if we let the lawyers negotiate and settle out of court, it might be lower. But if his newspaper insists on not giving in, then we'll have to give five million, because that's what's written in the contract."

She suddenly became curious about why Song Heping was so interested in Feier's indenture, so she asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Song Heping said, "Fell is a very talented man. Do you think he would be interested in starting his own news media company?"

"This……"

Angel was stunned.

"Establishing a news media company is no small undertaking. There are so many tabloids and TV stations across the US, most of which have little influence. Those that do have some influence have been acquired and controlled by large corporations."

She pointed her finger at the ceiling.

"There are people up there."

"Oh..." Song Heping was a little disappointed.

Seeing him like this, Angel added, "That being said, there's still some hope. The Internet has given many people a new opportunity. I've been working on my own company's website lately, and I've learned a lot. The future will be the Internet era."

"Didn't they say the Internet bubble burst?" Song Heping asked.

Angel said, "No, no, no, that's only temporary. Just like stocks, there will be ups and downs. Once the bubble is squeezed out, what's left is real gold. Now is a good time to enter the Internet industry."

Song Heping shook his head: "I don't understand."

Angell said, "It's been over four years since the dot-com bubble burst, and now a slew of websites are in a slump, with many struggling to survive and planning to sell. If you're interested in building a news media company, it's best to acquire a newspaper and then a website. This two-pronged approach can significantly increase exposure. Many successful websites are very cheap right now and already have a certain amount of traffic. If you're planning to go public, it's more cost-effective to just buy a shell company."

"So that's it..."

Song Heping finally opened his eyes.

Angel is such a talented woman.

Song Heping felt that he had learned a lot from her.

"How much money would it take to operate according to your suggestion?"

Angel said, "A city tabloid can be bought for around a few million dollars, and how much a website costs now depends on traffic. Some are selling for as little as a few hundred thousand dollars. Even some of the more famous ones from a few years ago are only going for $20 million at most."

"Twenty million..."

Song Heping began to settle the accounts.

This amount of money is actually not that much.

But if we want to recruit Fair to run the business, it will cost at least $25 million.

But the problem is that I recently bought a lot of fighter jets, which used up a lot of my working capital at once.

There is only over four million US dollars left in the company's account.

If Morins's deal can be successfully completed, the balance will be $5 million, which is more than 10 million.

others……

Think about it.

Song Heping felt that it would take at least half a year before the company could easily come up with the money.

"I will think about it."

Angel saw what he was thinking: "Are you thinking of getting into the media industry?"

Song Heping said, "Well, from the perspective of modern military science, public opinion is also a weapon. As long as it is used properly..."

He pointed in the direction of the TV.

"It can withstand thousands of troops."

Angel was slightly stunned.

The man in front of me is really extraordinary. Although he was born in poverty, his pattern and vision are not low at all. He is definitely a potential stock.

"If you're interested, you can try it."

Song Heping smiled bitterly and said, "I was just thinking about it. I don't have that much liquid funds on hand right now. I've bought too many things recently. I bought land in Venezuela to build a school. That alone cost over 10 million US dollars."

Angel said, "Is it about money?"

Song Heping nodded: "If it's not a matter of money, what else could it be?"

Angel smiled: "A problem that can be solved with money is not a problem."

Song Heping was stunned.

Looking at Angel who was smiling so confidently in front of him, the first thing that came to his mind was - damn, is he going to be a gigolo?

Can I just eat it?

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