Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 63 The Cook's Hidden Skills

Nancy agreed because this dish is a classic Italian starter.

She is of Italian descent and grew up eating Italian food at home when she was a child, so she cannot resist the taste of her hometown.

Especially when a tall, thick, bald mercenary said that he could make this dish, she was completely interested.

Song Heping also vaguely guessed the chef's intention.

This guy just wants to do what he likes.

There’s nothing wrong with the approach, but it takes real skill to achieve results.

Otherwise it is self-defeating.

You know, this woman is not an ordinary person, and it is not easy to deal with her well.

If it doesn't meet expectations, Nancy may not even give Angel any face, leaving herself and the cook with no business at all.

However, Song Heping soon dropped his jaw in shock.

In less than fifteen minutes, the cook came back.

When Song Heping glanced at the cook for the first time, he almost spit out the sparkling wine he had already drank in his mouth!

This guy actually...

He just took off his coat, and now he got a waiter's tuxedo from nowhere and put it on his body. He put white gloves on his hands and held the plate. He looked like a bald waiter!

"Ma'am, your starter."

The chef elegantly placed the melon and ham roll in front of Nancy, bowed slightly and said, "Melon and ham roll."

Then, with the help of the waiter, put the other dishes on the

In front of everyone.

When serving food to Song Heping, Song Heping couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "What the hell?"

The cook winked at Song Heping, twisted his lips, smiled, and then turned around and went out.

Nancy looked at the melon and ham rolls in front of her and was stunned for a while. Then she picked up the fork, took a bite and put it in her mouth.

The moment the food entered her mouth, her eyes flickered like lights lit in the dark night.

"Oh! God!"

She piously exclaimed: "I didn't expect that I could eat such authentic Italian food in Iligo..."

Then, he took the second piece and put it into his mouth in a somewhat impatient manner.

"Well……"

Nancy half-closed her eyes.

"It was delicious."

Then he turned to look at his assistant Julie.

"Go tell Mr. Raimondo that I'll need to stay here longer and ask him to wait."

Hearing her say this, Song Heping was secretly surprised.

He heard Nancy's words clearly.

When they arrived, Angel had said that her Aunt Nancy was very busy. She had three meetings with different officials to arrange tonight alone, so they were given a maximum of fifteen minutes. They would have to leave after the second course was served, and would have to leave before they could even have dessert.

But I never expected it.

Aunt Nancy, the party whip, actually took the initiative to extend the meeting time.

He quickly tasted a piece of honeydew melon and ham roll, wanting to see what tricks the chef had used to make Aunt Nancy, who was over 60 years old and used to big scenes, make such an exception.

As the ham roll took his bite, Song Heping had to admit that the chef was indeed a master of his craft.

The sweetness of honeydew melon, the richness of Italian Parma ham slices, and the finishing touch of mint leaves create a subtle balance in taste, while the mint leaves bring a refreshing feeling that goes straight to the forehead.

wonderful!
Song Heping thought to himself.

The chef was not bragging!

A rough man in his forties can actually cook high-end Italian cuisine?

It’s so evil!

While everyone was finishing their appetizers and drinking some sparkling wine, the cook appeared in the dining room again.

This time he served a bone-in veal shank stewed with rice.

Slightly yellow meat sauce and rice are spread on the floor, and the golden and slightly browned shank beef is served.

Although Song Heping didn't understand the origin of this dish, he could tell that it was cut from a beef tibia.

"Oh!"

Nancy had begun to smile of her own.

"That's wonderful."

She turned to Wood.

"This dish is also called Risotto Milanese. It is a delicacy from Lombardia. My family lived there for a long time. My mother often made this dish for me when I was a child!"

She has spared no words of praise.

"Mr. Yevgeny, I am very lucky to have dinner with you tonight, and thank you very much for bringing me such delicious dishes. Although I want you to continue cooking for me, you are a guest after all. Obviously this is not the case. Please be polite, sit down and let’s enjoy this delicious food together.”

"Thank you, Ms. Nancy." The cook calmly turned around and took a bottle of red wine from the waiter's hand, holding it in front of Nancy.

"Originally, it was paired with French Burgundy red wine, but I took the initiative and changed it to this one. I hope you will like it."

Nancy cast her eyes on the bottle of wine with a dazed look. Stars appeared in her eyes again.

"97-year-old Jia Yasi Persian Garden red wine?"

"Yes, madam, I think this Italian taste is more suitable for you, and the output this year has a high rating."

As he spoke, he opened the wine quickly and poured a glass for Nancy.

"It's a pity that it takes some time to sober up. I guess you have to drink it slowly to taste the essence of this bottle of wine."

"no problem."

Nancy picked up the red wine glass and shook it.

"I still have an hour."

This meal lasted a full hour and nine minutes.

Song Heping calculated by looking at the table.

It was several times longer than the previous maximum of fifteen minutes.

Among other things, they got a big order.

Originally, Nancy asked Wood to send Song Heping and the cook to a security guard in a small oil field.

As a result, Nancy changed her mind temporarily.

She asked Wood to hand over the largest Hassan oil field in the north near Mosul to the "Musicians" mercenary group.

The meeting was undoubtedly a success.

After coming out of the hotel, Song Heping couldn't help but praise the chef: "I didn't expect you to have such a unique skill! Have you attended cooking school?"

"That's right, I studied for 9 years." said the cook.

"Prison kitchen?"

Song Heping suddenly remembered that the cook had spent nine years in prison.

The cook smiled and said: "Of course, the prison is full of talents and you can learn everything. I met an old man there who used to cook for Mr. Xun in the Kremlin Palace."

He returned to his camp and told everyone the news.

White Bear and the others were very excited, but Ferrari remained silent.

"Ferrari, you look worried?"

"Why are you so happy?" Ferrari snorted.

"It's a big deal!" Song Heping said: "The monthly security expenses alone are as high as 90 US dollars."

Ferrari said: "It's indeed a waste of money just to see an oil field give you so much money, but it's not easy to make money."

After that, he asked the cook: "Do you have a map?"

The cook quickly brought out a map of Irigo.

Ferrari pointed to the Hassan Oil Field and said, "Look at this location. To the left is Siliya, in the middle it borders Turkey, to the right is Persia, and in the back is Mosul. It's a perfect place for four kills. There's a lot of money, but you have to be alive to get it!"

Song Heping turned his attention to the Hassan Oil Field.

It was just as Ferrari said.

It's really a place of four kills.

After the war started, various refugees and anti-American armed forces retreated northward, most of them flowed into Syria and Persia. The Turks were not to be trifled with either, they also built up their own forces on the border to seize territory.

These are the main forces attacking the oil fields, and Mosul is currently the most active place for resistance organizations in Irigaray. Since the disappearance of Shadamu, anti-US armed forces in various parts of Irigaray have begun to radicalize.

A few days ago, two Americans were captured by an armed group there. They were beheaded alive and the video was posted online. Song Heping himself had seen it.

If the death squads loyal to Shadam still have some bottom line and only attack the coalition forces, then the militants active in Mosul are simply extreme fanatics.

Most of these guys have been brainwashed and are not afraid of death. They often drive bomb-carrying cars directly into checkpoints and blow themselves and the US troops up into the sky.

"I don't think it's too difficult. Look, there are quite a few coalition camps near Mosul. If we really come under attack, we can call in air support to assist in our defense." The cook said, "As soon as the A-10 attack aircraft arrive, countless militants will have to flee. We can only hold out for 30 minutes at most before air support arrives."

Song Heping said, "I think the biggest problem right now is that we don't have enough manpower. Next week, Wood's engineering team will be stationed at the Hassan Oilfield, and we only have six days to prepare. This is the most difficult part. Where can we find such experienced workers? This is the biggest challenge."

"Sang, how many people do you think are needed?" asked the cook.

Song Heping said, "Of course the more people the better, but if there are too many, the money we earn won't be enough to pay salaries. Besides, we're running a business, so we have to make a profit. I think... we need at least 60 local security personnel as a minimum guarantee. We also need to purchase some Humvees and other equipment. We need to have company-level firepower, and our team must be expanded to 9 people. In other words, in addition to Ferrari, we need to recruit 4 more people so that we can establish at least three tactical teams."

"Alright! I'll take care of the core team members. Tomorrow I'll use my connections to see if anyone is willing to join us. As for the local security personnel, I don't think they'll be a problem. The people of Irigo are broke as hell right now. If you give them two or three hundred dollars a month, they'll probably give you their lives!"

The cook made the final decision: "Today I'm setting a rule here. From now on, Ferrari will be in charge of our company's logistics and administration. I'll be in charge of external liaisons, and Sang will be responsible for the company's tactics and military planning. Do you have any objections to this arrangement?"

Although Bai Xiong and the others are all veterans, the cook can now see that Song Heping's military talent and ability are the highest among everyone, and it is most appropriate for him to be in charge of military command.

For Bai Xiong and others, Song Heping has already proven his ability in previous actions.

"I agree."

"I'm OK."

"I just like being my sniper. I don't care about anything else."

Everyone agreed with the cook's arrangement.

This evening was the first day of the official operation of the "Musician" Defense Consulting Company and also the first shareholders' meeting.

Song Heping and several other original shareholders finalized the response strategy for the first big order in a container room.

When everything was done, the cook held out his hand and said, "Brothers, from now on, whether you want to eat caviar or bread, it's up to you to decide!"

　Please read, collect, and vote for me. It will be on the shelves tomorrow at 12 noon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)