Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 62 Aunt Nancy
"Tell Rayburn that if he wants my support on the new military spending bill, he has to make concessions on the energy package. I'm in Irigo now and have talked to the people on the Reconstruction Project Committee. I have some opinions on some energy-related bills and I have expressed my opinions, and people in the military also agree with my suggestions..."

The car entered the green zone, and Nancy didn't put down her phone all the way because it kept ringing.

"This is my principle and cannot be discussed any further. Oh, for the sake of God, I think you should also know the current situation of Iligo. I am opposed to this war. Since you have decided to launch a war, then in The Xiang Party cannot have the final say on reconstruction matters, we must play our own supervisory role..."

When the car stopped in front of the hotel, Nancy was still in the car and insisted on finishing the last phone call.

Then he handed the phone back to the assistant beside him.

The assistant reminded: "Madam, we have arrived at the hotel, it's time to get off the car."

Nancy looked out the car window and saw some people from the military and people from the Illigo Provisional Management Committee standing at the door, seemingly to greet her.

She quickly pulled down the mirror in the car, took a look, adjusted her hair and makeup, and then asked the assistant on the side: "Julie, do you think I look okay?"

Assistant Julie quickly replied: "Oh, ma'am, you look so energetic."

That's not a compliment.

As an old man in his sixties, Nancy is indeed considered to be energetic among her peers. It has been almost two days since she came to Yili Ge. This old lady visited two military camps and contacted some of the most important people in Yili Ge. Every meeting of the committee is long and boring, but the party whip lady seems to be in high spirits and enjoying it.

Nancy was very happy to receive a positive answer. Before getting out of the car and opening the door, Julie said, "Ma'am, Angel has an appointment later."

Nancy frowned slightly, and she remembered: "Oh, were you meeting those mercenaries?"

Thinking of this meeting, she felt a little unhappy.

Angel didn't like his request, especially since those people were said to be Chinese and Russian.

This is what she hates the most.

But what does it matter?

In my political career, I have cooperated with even the most disgusting people.

As a politician, it is a basic quality to be able to squat next to the toilet and look at shit and still eat your food with a smile.

Of course, the reason why Yu was willing to condescend to see these mercenaries was largely due to the favor he sold to Angel.

Although I don't like those Chinese and Russians, I love Angel very much.

This little girl has been attached to herself since she was a child and regards herself as her idol. Although the matter was not particularly successful this time, the effect was achieved, which she was very satisfied with.

Look at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face.

For the sake of your niece's face, just meet her.

"Okay, you make the arrangements. You can't have too much time. How much time did you agree on before?"

"Ma'am, we promised you fifteen minutes."

Nancy looked down at her watch. The time had reached five-ten in the afternoon.

"Let's make arrangements. Let's meet them during meal time. Oh, by the way, let Wood come too."

"Yes, ma'am."

After Julie finished speaking, she opened the door and got out of the car.

Seeing the assistant get out of the car, the bodyguard immediately stepped forward to open the door for Nancy.

After some polite greetings at the hotel door, Nancy said goodbye to the officials who greeted her and said she had a private meeting, using this as an excuse to cancel the welcome banquet.

Then she walked through the lobby and walked to the elevator surrounded by everyone, and went up to the ninth floor of the hotel.

After changing clothes and washing up in her room, Julie knocked on the door again.

"Ma'am, dinner is ready."

"Okay...come on in, Julie."

She turned her head from the dressing table, looked at the assistant walking in from the door, and asked, "Is Angel here?"

"She's already waiting in the restaurant," Julie said.

"Okay." Nancy said, "Just tell her to wait, I'll be there right away."

A few minutes later.

"Aunt Nancy."

"My dear Angel!"

Angel and others finally waited for Nancy.

The two exchanged a warm hug.

"Auntie, these two are the ones I mentioned to you. If it weren't for them, I probably wouldn't even have a chance to see you again."

Angel began to introduce Song Heping and the cook.

"This is Song, this is Yevgeny..."

Nancy did not shake hands with the two of them. She ignored the cook's extended hand and turned to Julie: "Let them start."

"Okay." Julie agreed while beckoning everyone to take their seats.

Song Heping saw from Nancy's cold attitude that this woman didn't like him and the cook.

But what does it matter?

He and the cook came here just for business.

Make money!
Not shabby.

After taking a seat, Song Heping felt a little confused when he saw a pile of knives, forks and plates in front of him.

He had never eaten Western food before, but he had never seen so many knives, forks, bowls and dishes.

It doesn't feel like eating, but like visiting some exhibition.

"These knives and forks, taken from the inside out, the toothed knife is for cutting meat, and the small knife is for cutting bread and butter..."

Angel obviously saw Song Heping's embarrassment, and thoughtfully explained to him the use of the knives and forks.

Song Heping couldn't help but glance sideways at the cook.

The chef is dressed up tonight.

He wore a suit.

That's right.

Do you believe that a mercenary leader who came to a place like Yiligo to make money would stuff a suit in his combat backpack?
The appetizers were delivered quickly.

It was a dish of caramelized foie gras topped with a thin layer of apple juice.

Mr. Wood, who was accompanying him, introduced: "The current chef of this hotel was hired from France. Madam, you can try the taste of this dish. It is very authentic."

Nancy looked at the foie gras on the plate.

It is baked foie gras wrapped in boiled syrup, and then topped with a layer of apple juice made from crushed apples.

As an appetizer, it is mainly about appetizing.

The sweetness of syrup, the richness of foie gras and the sweet and sour apple juice. The former activates the taste buds, the two stimulate appetite, and the latter is responsible for appetizing. The mixture of the three tastes wonderful.

Song Heping felt that this thing was just one bite.

A matter of bites.

Because there are only two pieces, about fifty grams.

Eating one piece at a time is probably not enough to fit between your teeth.

It seemed too rude to take two slices and take a bite.

This made him embarrassed.

"The taste is average." The cook took a bite and suddenly expressed his opinion: "If I were to make it, I would arrange a plate of ham and melon rolls as a starter."

Song Heping looked at the cook in surprise.

This guy is really tricky.

Come and eat, just eat, it's just a formal social interaction, why bother to express so many opinions.

Wood had arranged the meal, and he felt offended by the cook's remarks.

The oil company boss glanced at the cook across the table with disdain and arrogance in his eyes, and then said sarcastically: "You do it? Can you do it?"

The cook smiled: "Not only can he do it, he can also do it as well as any other chef."

Wood sneered in his heart.

A mere mercenary actually talking about delicious food in front of me?
Have you ever seen this kind of rough guy in the world?

"Waiter!"

He called the waiter, and after asking for a while, he said: "The hotel kitchen has the materials you need. Since Mr. Yevgeny said he knows how to make ham and melon rolls, I am also very interested in trying it. I wonder if there is such a thing?" What an honor to taste your craftsmanship?”

Wood's words were very polite, but every word sounded full of contempt. It was obvious that he thought the cook was bragging and wanted to make him look bad on the spot.

What's more, Wood knew very well that Nancy didn't like the two people in front of him, and the reason why he agreed to meet for dinner was to save Angel's face.

"Of course." The cook actually stood up, took off his coat to reveal the white shirt underneath, and said firmly: "If Ms. Nancy is willing, I can personally cook this dish for you."

Everyone's eyes fell on Nancy's face.

Although Song Heping knew that Yevgeny knew how to cook and was also nicknamed the cook, a guy who had been in prison for nine years said he knew how to cook high-end dishes?
So magical, right?

If it wasn't in public, he would definitely advise the cook not to cause trouble.

Anyway, this old lady Nancy doesn’t like herself and the cook, so she might as well leave after discussing the business, what the hell are you doing with her!

"Okay." Nancy nodded slightly: "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Yevgeny."

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