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

Song Heping opened his eyes and gaze sharply at the leader of the armed group.


Song Heping's glare froze Morins' smile on the spot, forcing a strained grin as he asked, "Why are you staring at me like that? Didn't we just win a battle? It was a great start!"


Song Heping snorted coldly, "It's only you who would get excited over this. Do you call this a victory? I had Anthony set up twenty Arrow-2M units for an ambush, and after firing ten, only eight helicopters were brought down. With such a short distance, letting two escape shows just how poorly your men train…"


Morins said, "Those man-portable air defense systems were the ones you sold us, and we haven't had them for long. It's normal that the training isn't sufficient, and that's what's bothering you?"


Chapter 451: Everything's a Mess