Yan Qi Guan

If you're not sitting at the table, then you are definitely lying on the menu.
If you have nothing, then your life is your only capital.
Song Heping, compelled by life to make a fortune in a warzone, accidentally got swept into the war and, in a confused state, was promoted by a bunch of Da Maozi to be the boss of a Defense Company.
In this day and age, who still becomes a mercenary!
I want to sell arms, I want to sell coffee cups worth a few bucks for over a thousand US Dollars.
I want to sell a 9-dollar socket for the price of 299 US Dollars.
I want to sell goats, the kind that costs millions of US Dollars each...
Don't ask, and don't come auditing, whether you're from the Audit Office or the CIA, I'll send you all off...
My name is Song Heping.
I came, I conquered, I reign as the king.
Don't call me the "Lord of War," I love peace, I am here to deliver "peace".

Mercenaries, I Will Be King

In Saint Petersburg, from the National University Library on Vasily Island, heading southwest along the main street and passing 9th Street and Vasily Island Garden, you reach the southwestern tip of the island where Naval Glory Square is located. Just a hundred meters north along the dock, there is a restaurant floating on the surface of Neva Bay.


This restaurant is called New Island and is a luxury waterborne establishment converted from an old ship, currently one of the most popular dining spots in Saint Petersburg.


At six-thirty in the evening, a stretch Lincoln limousine slowly stopped in the square's parking area, and a chef stepped out, pointing at the New Island restaurant, and said to Song Heping, "Look, this is my restaurant. What do you think?"


By this time, the lamps were just beginning to light up, and Saint Petersburg was already the busiest commercial center in Russia, second to none in its lavishness, even compared to the capital, Moscow.


Chapter 382: Upscale Restaurant