Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 109 Pull Yusuf into the Water
The contract signing went very smoothly.

During the meeting, Mr. Turner couldn't help but complain about Blackwater.

“Those guys are so dirty!”

Song Heping signed the contract with a pen in hand, feeling secretly pleased, yet pretending to be confused: "Mr. Turner, what does this have to do with Blackwater?"

Turner said, "Rice and his team are subcontractors of Blackwater International. Our Cook Oilfield contract was also signed with Blackwater. However, Blackwater is currently embroiled in trouble, and we don't want to damage our image or get into trouble."

Song Heping signed several contracts, kept one for himself, and handed the rest back to Turner.

"Is it serious?"

"Of course!"

Turner seemed very angry when he mentioned this.

"We've heard before that they've had dealings with the CIA and have done a lot of dirty work behind the scenes, but this time it's actually making headlines. Song, did you know that Rice and his men actually killed the Cold War? This is a big deal. We don't want to provoke the Cold War, let alone get involved in their CIA mess."

Song Heping did not see the content of the news, nor did he see what was said on the American news TV, but from Turner's mouth, he roughly knew how Blackwater International was currently portrayed by their domestic media.

The media has great power.

Song Heping seemed to understand something.

After signing the contract, Song Heping took the contract back to the camp to find Ferrari.

The latter placed the computer chair half-flat in front of the table and lay there, snoring.

"Wake up, Ferrari."

Song Heping reached out and shook him awake.

"What are you doing..."

Ferrari rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up straight with an unhappy look on his face, stretched himself, and complained, "I just had a date with a beautiful woman in my dream, and you pushed me awake at the critical moment..."

"Beauty?"

Song Heping smiled and said, "Is it the black lady from the United Security Council?"

Ferrari shuddered when he mentioned this.

"Don't mention it! Oh, by the way, when you get your salary this month, you have to give me some extra nutrition allowance! That girl must be giving me a hard time!"

Song Heping really couldn't help it this time.

He smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll give you two thousand dollars for nutrition."

"Has the contract been signed?"

After stretching, Ferrari turned the topic to business.

"Signed."

Song Heping shook the contract in his hand and placed it in front of Ferrari.

"You keep it safe."

Ferrari picked up the contract and read it, then nodded and said, "Well, with these two contracts, we can gain a firm foothold in Irigo's mercenary circle."

Then he closed the contract and changed the subject, "Sang, have you ever considered that this incident has become a bit too big? It will affect our future development."

"Are you talking about the news?" Song Heping asked.

Ferrari nodded seriously. "That's right. Now you've offended both the CIA and the Blackwater bosses. While they can't do anything to you for now, I suspect our company's future business will be affected, and it might be difficult for you to get other orders."

Song Heping sneered, "Do you think I have a choice? If I don't do this, you probably won't see me come back alive today. You'll just be collecting my body."

Ferrari also had to admit that what Song Heping said was true.

If they hadn't used Angel's connections to arrange this media drama, Simon and Thomas, two scumbags, could have made the entire "musician" team disappear.

"Alright. Let's not dwell on this anymore. These next few days will be very busy. Although we have the contract, we are currently short-staffed at the oil fields. Given the scale of the two large oil fields, we need to recruit at least 100 people, ideally 150. Each oil field must have 100 mercenaries guarding it. If business stabilizes, for safety reasons, I think each oil field will need 150 people. However, we are running out of time, so don't go anywhere these days. Just stay here and take charge of the recruitment."

"No problem." Ferrari suddenly turned his head to look at the container room. "I think now that we are a formal company, should we get an office building or something? I can't say about a big one, but the rent for a small one isn't too expensive. Let's rent one. The monthly budget is $180 million!"

"I agree with this, but you have to tell the chef and respect his wishes."

Song Heping is also a person who understands the ways of the world.

After all, I have been in society for several years, so I know how to do this face-saving thing.

Although he is now the legal representative of "Musician" Defense, the team was originally established by the chef.

When people give up their seats to you, they are giving you face.

People respect me one foot, and I respect others ten feet.

Face is given to each other.

So he would communicate with the cook on many things.

Business partners are afraid of the emergence of rifts.

Once a crack occurs, it cannot be repaired.

Even mercenary groups are no exception.

"Okay, I'll discuss this with him." Ferrari was also unambiguous. After all, he was invited back to be in charge of administrative and logistical affairs, which were all his responsibilities.

A salary of $20,000 a month.

The other members of the core team had to go out and work hard, while I sat in the camp every day enjoying the air conditioning.

If you don't do anything, the money will be a waste of time.

"Come on, come with me to visit someone's home tonight." Song Heping said, "Before we go, let's go to the store in the Green Zone to buy some things."

"Whose home are you visiting?" Ferrari was curious. "Do you have any local friends here?"

"A very important person." Song Heping said, "Let's talk as we walk."

The two went out, bought gifts at the store, and then got in the car and drove straight to Fatty Yusuf's home according to the address. Yusuf's home was next to the Green Zone, less than a kilometer away.

This is currently the best area in the entire Bakda.

Because the Green Zone is here, patrols around it will be more frequent.

I wouldn’t say living here is completely safe, but at least it provides an extra layer of security.

It is obvious at first glance that Yusuf's family is a wealthy family in Bakda.

There are two buildings and the front and back yards are a total of 800 square meters.

When we parked our car at the gate, Fatty Yusuf and Samir had already come out to greet us.

Sameer seemed to be in a better mood.

He took the $10,000 bounty, gave half to his brother in Rice's team who betrayed the information, and then took $5,000 home.

Five thousand dollars might not have been a big deal in Irigo more than 20 years ago.

But in the current war-torn Irige, it is definitely a huge sum of money.

Currently, many ordinary people in Iligo earn less than $50 a month.

Samir used to work as a translator in the ISF special forces, earning only $150 a month. With travel allowances and other expenses, his salary was at most $250.

Although Samir's family had some wealth in the past and they ran a stone business, all business came to a standstill after the war broke out.

If you're fighting every day and your house might be demolished, who would buy stone to build or renovate a house?

These five thousand dollars are enough to last you for a year if you keep them at home.

After some nagging, Song Heping took out a Motorola mobile phone as a gift for Yusuf.

He had this idea because he saw that Yusuf's mobile phone was an old Nokia.

For a man, a good mobile phone is a sign of face.

Sure enough, Yusuf couldn't let the phone go, and his little eyes were smiling into slits.

As a result, he was ridiculed by Samir next to him.

Song Heping quickly tried to smooth things over and asked Samir to take out the gifts for the women and children from the trunk.

There are more than 20 people in the families of Samir and Yusuf, and more than half of them are children.

People here are very fertile, and every family has at least four or five children.

When Samir came into the house and called the children out to get their gifts, Song Heping carefully distributed the gifts he had thought of long ago to each child according to their age and gender, and made them laugh.

He lost his mother when he was young, and he raised his younger brothers and sisters. It is not difficult for Song Heping to take care of the children.

As a result, the atmosphere suddenly became lively and warm with laughter and joy.

The most important thing is that Yusuf and Samir both gained face.

The Irigo people attach great importance to etiquette and even more so to mutual respect.

Especially after the war, the locals lost their due dignity. The white people who came here had no idea how to respect their customs and religions, and even did not respect their lives.

So when they saw that Song Heping, a foreign boss of a defense company, was so approachable, their long-lost national self-esteem was greatly satisfied.

Suddenly, his favorability towards Song Heping soared to the limit.

After entering the house, the women came in one by one to say hello, then turned and left.

That's the rule here.

Women don't eat with men.

Soon only the men were left sitting in a circle, eating the authentic Iligo delicacies of grilled fish, grilled skewers, and grilled lamb...

It's arrived.

The meal took a full hour.

Then came tea.

The woman brought the shisha again.

Although Song Heping didn't know how to smoke, he took two puffs to show politeness, but he choked and coughed repeatedly.

"You don't know how to smoke?"

Yusuf asked Song Heping curiously.

Song Heping nodded while wiping away the tears that were choked on him.

"Yeah, I don't understand. I've never smoked."

Yusuf was immediately deeply moved.

The boss of a defense company came to visit me and gave me mobile phones and gifts for my children and women.

He had never smoked before, but to show respect he actually smoked and even choked.

This……

In other words, Yilige does not have the custom of burning yellow paper to become sworn brothers, otherwise Yusuf would definitely have cut off a chicken's head and drunk chicken blood and burned yellow paper with Song Heping to become brothers of the opposite sex on the spot.

"Boss Song, I am sincerely grateful for your gift of friendship. Not only did you save my life, you also gave me precious respect. From now on, we are brothers. If there is anything you can do for me, please let me know. I will definitely do what I can."

Seeing that the time had come, Song Heping wanted to speak immediately, but he held back. He took a sip of his tea, sighed deeply, and then said slowly, "To be honest, Brother Yusuf, I have a difficult problem right now. Maybe you can help me."

"what's up?"

Yusuf patted his chest and said with great enthusiasm: "Just say it!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket! ! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)