Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 575 I Want to Acquire Your Company
At eight o'clock in the evening, the banquet hall on the third floor of the hotel was brightly lit.

The walls of the hall are an elegant combination of gold and white, complemented by the deep mahogany color, creating an atmosphere that is both solemn and vibrant. The crystal chandeliers on the ceiling are like falling stars, casting a soft and warm light.

The walls are covered with famous paintings and sculptures. The carpet underfoot is hand-woven from high-quality wool with exquisite patterns. It is soft and comfortable to step on, silently revealing a low-key luxury.

Song Heping and Angel had just met with several guests who had given speeches at the International Defense Forum in the afternoon, and also met with Simmons, the deputy head of the Overseas Counterterrorism Affairs Group.

Simmons is a talkative person and can talk about the US overseas counter-terrorism policy in a very knowledgeable way. However, in Song Heping's opinion, these politicians only have data, and these data are obtained from reports submitted from the front line.

But Song Heping knew very well the water in it.

In his words, the United States is winning overseas in the fight against terrorism. This is not just good, it is very good, it is extremely good.

There is no sound of blood in the mouths of politicians. All they talk about is interests, and human lives are just numbers.

Song Heping understood the cruelty on the front lines much more thoroughly than Simmons. Faced with this boastful congressman, he could only listen patiently and extract from his words the attitude of the US government towards the two simultaneous anti-terrorism wars.

Although the conversation with Simmons was as boring as chicken ribs, it was also a pity to throw it away.

After finishing the conversation, Angel met an acquaintance, and Song Heping took the opportunity to slip away to find something to eat.

In such occasions, all you hear are polite words. The most important thing is to hand out business cards so that people know who you are.

Maybe one day, someone here will need my help with business and remember me, and then the meaning of attending this boring cocktail party will be realized.

A snow-white tablecloth was spread on the long table, and exquisite silver tableware and colorful glassware were placed on it.

Each dish is very exquisite, but the portion is very small. Most of them are snacks such as smoked salmon and dragon fruit puree with corn tortillas. Some snacks are pitifully small, such as cantaloupe scooped into small balls with a spoon, and sandwiched with sliced ​​yellow peaches and a little bit of pitiful air-dried ham slices, and then skewered with toothpicks and placed on a plate to be considered a snack.

Song Heping has always hated Western-style cocktail parties.

This kind of cocktail party is full of the same hypocrisy as American politics.

Seeing the toothpick, Song Heping remembered some of the rules of American political parties that Angel had explained to him.

It's said that the US has a "cocktail party toothpick" law. Lobbyists from businesses or industries are not allowed to host dinners for federal lawmakers and officials, but they can invite them to cocktail parties.

The bill has three provisions for cocktail parties: first, no formal meals are allowed; second, no formal dining tables and chairs are allowed, and people can only eat and drink standing up; third, all food at the cocktail party can only be eaten with toothpicks or held with fingers.

Looking at the pitiful food, Song Heping thought of his military transportation contract of more than 200 million US dollars a year, half of which would go into the pockets of Peter and the military bosses behind him. Looking at this money, he wondered if it would be transferred through the hands of Peter's generals into the pockets of the masters in Congress?
Especially someone like Congressman Simmons mentioned earlier, the military will definitely buy his account. After all, many appropriations bills must be approved by the Military Committee.

A toothpick is just a superficial effort and cannot stop those military bosses and intelligence agencies from making money.

For Song Heping, who loves to eat meat, the food was so bland that it was almost impossible to fill his stomach.

"Words are also meat..."

Song Heping had to stand by the table, like a thief, constantly taking snacks from the plate and putting them into his mouth, but he couldn't take too many in a row. After taking a few, he had to change seats. He couldn't just stare at a pot of food and pull it out, which would be too rude.

"Mr. Song."

Just when Song Heping was eating the smoked salmon slices on the third dish, a deep baritone suddenly came from behind him, with an authentic British style, the kind that was very authentic.

Song Heping quickly turned around and saw a man behind him wearing a black suit, a neat bow tied around his neck and slightly graying hair.

"You are……"

He was sure he didn't know this guy.

"this is my name card."

The guy opposite politely took out a card and handed it over.

Song Heping politely took it with both hands, and when he looked at it in his hand, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Let's go together..."

There were two lines of words on the business card. The top line was "British Jefferies Security Group", and the bottom line was the guy's name and position - Simon Kelsen (Vice President).

"Hello, Mr. Kelsen. This is my business card. It seems we are in the same business."

Song Heping also took out his business card and handed it over.

But Kelson politely took it without looking at it, and continued: "I know very well who you are, Song Heping, the current coalition transportation contractor of Yiligo and a rising star in defense."

Song Heping was stunned for a moment, thinking that this old guy seemed to have something specific to discuss with him, and he had already figured out his background.

"Have we met before?"

"No," Kelson said. "I just noticed you when I happened to overhear you chatting with Mr. Simmons. I think there might be some cooperation matters we can discuss."

Song Heping's heart moved.

This cocktail party was really worth coming to. I thought tonight's cocktail party was just a simple social event, but I didn't expect it to actually attract business.

"Can we find a quiet place to talk?" Kelson seemed very proactive. He pointed to the terrace outside and said, "I don't like the music here."

"Okay, no problem," Song Heping said, "but I need to tell my female companion so she doesn't think I'm lost."

"I'll wait for you on the terrace and await your arrival."

Elson finished speaking, nodded slightly politely, bowed slightly, and then turned and walked towards the terrace.

"Jeffrey Group?"

Song Heping couldn't help but look at the business card again.

This old British guy is quite polite and makes people feel like they are in the spring breeze.

He went to Angel and whispered in her ear that he was going to talk to Elson.

Angel was surprised to hear it was the Jefferson Security Group. "This group is quite large. They've been aggressively acquiring other defense companies this year. They just acquired the established British company PMC Armor Group International two months ago. I heard their business in Afghanistan is very strong."

After that, he whispered into Song Heping's ear, "There's news that J.F. Corporation has a very close relationship with Charles, the current commander of the coalition forces in Afghanistan. There's no harm in talking to him."

"Okay, then I'll come as soon as I can."

When Song Heping heard the news, his initial confusion immediately dissipated a lot.

He had a hunch that the conversation might be related to Afghanistan.

What exactly happened depends on what Vice President Elson says next.

Soon, Elson, who was enjoying the breeze on the terrace, waited for Song Heping.

"Mr. Elson, I'm afraid the matter you want to discuss with me tonight is related to Afghanistan, right?"

Song Heping raised the question directly.

Elson smiled and said, "It seems that there's a reason why your company has rapidly risen to become a rising star in the defense industry in just a few years. Your Excellency has a strong judgment. Yes, it is indeed related to Afghanistan, but—"

He gave a sly smile and paused for a moment before slowly saying, "But first I want to talk about something else."

"What's the matter?" Song Heping frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

Elson said, "Is your company open to mergers?"

"Merger?" Song Heping was stunned.

He really hadn't thought about this question.

I just heard Angel say that the Jefferson Group, where Elson works, has been aggressively acquiring defense companies in the past year.

But I didn't expect that a company like mine would be targeted by them.

But my company still has a very primitive structure, how could they be interested in it?

"Mr. Elson, we are not a big company. Why are you interested in our company?"

"You are a newcomer, and we are one of the oldest defense groups in the UK. Mergers and acquisitions are common in the business world," Elson said. "Join us and become a member of our team. Your company will achieve better development because we have very strong resources."

Song Heping shook his head without even thinking: "I'm sorry, Mr. Elson, although my company is small, I have never thought about being acquired by another group."

Elson said, "After the acquisition, you can get a large sum of money, or you can directly convert part of it into shares in our company and become a shareholder. Isn't that great? Many small companies want to be acquired and then become shareholders."

Song Heping thought, "Fuck, I can still be acquired by you? How can you acquire me?"

I didn't go public.

Secondly, do you know what the hell I do?
You come to review my business, and I'll confess to you that I sold guns to the ELN and FARC, and cooperated with the CIA as a black glove in Mexico, and received a 10% commission every year?

When I thought about the end, I was happy.

Elson asked, "Mr. Song, what are you laughing at?"

Song Heping shook his head: "As I said before, my company is small, but I have no interest in being acquired."

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Seeing this, Elson quickly stopped Song Heping and said, "Wait, Mr. Song, are you not interested in doing business in Afghanistan? It's a gold mine for defense companies."

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