Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 371 The First White Glove
The Mi-171 helicopter landed on the hospital's helipad. General Lamas got out of the cabin, then walked through the emergency building to the inpatient department and went up to the second floor of one of the wards.

In the ward, he saw Song Heping sitting in a chair waiting for him.

"You look very refreshed, my friend."

Lamas opened his arms.

Song Heping walked up to him, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek.

"General, I'm so hungry I could eat a cow. I was going to get something to eat, but then you said you were coming, and I've been waiting here for you for another twenty minutes."

Song Heping did not hide his complaints at all.

Because he knew very well that old men like Ramas had seen a lot of worldly-wise and smooth-talking people, and sometimes being too polite in front of such people would make both parties seem awkward and restrained.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Lamas burst into laughter and gestured for an invitation: "Please, Mr. Song, I have asked the hospital to prepare a feast for you."

The two went downstairs and walked to the restaurant.

In Venezuela, the hierarchy in the military is very particular and strict.

There is no consensus among officers and soldiers.

The officers' mess is an officers' mess, and the soldiers' mess is a soldiers' mess. They are not on the same level at all.

Venezuela's economic growth has been good recently. As the war waged by the United States in Ilocos has entered a fierce stage, oil prices have been soaring. Although Venezuela's oil is not as good as the light oil in the Middle East, it has no worries about sales, so the GDP growth rate this year reached 12%.

This economic prosperity can be seen on the dining table.

Their lunch included everything from oysters to raw corned beef, from cheese lobster to traditional avocado and palm heart salad, with a full range of cold and hot dishes, and a bottle of white wine.

"I've met people from your Dongda University before. One of them particularly liked our oysters. He loved eating them and said they were aphrodisiacs."

Lamas picked up an oyster, then squeezed some juice on it with a lemon slice and said, "This is our authentic Caribbean oyster. It's very delicious. Try it."

Song Heping was already extremely hungry and didn't care about etiquette. He nodded and smiled as he said yes while picking up the oysters. He didn't even squeeze the lemon juice on them. He just poured a little olive oil on them and sucked the whole oyster into his mouth.

"good."

Song Heping said: "Oysters from tropical oceans are indeed much fatter and more delicious than those from cold waters, but they are less refreshing."

Lamas' eyes lit up: "I didn't realize that Mr. Song is such an expert."

"This is what our company's executive director, Ferrari, told me. I'm just repeating what he said. My apologies for making a fool of myself."

Song Heping smiled awkwardly and picked up a roll-like thing whose name he didn't even know. It looked very filling, so he took a big bite.

Sure enough, there was minced meat, mashed potatoes and some vegetables inside.

"This thing is good," he said.

Lamas introduced: "This thing is our national snack, called empanada, which is like dumplings in your country, or you can say it's like a burrito."

Song Heping concentrated on dealing with the empanada, nodding with satisfaction, but in his heart he was actually thinking about what Lamas was going to talk about next.

Of course, it was about business, the arms business.

"Speaking of Mr. Ferrari from your company, I was really impressed. He actually dared to blackmail me."

As Ramas spoke, a murderous look flashed in his eyes.

Song Heping, of course, noticed it and said disapprovingly, "Are you talking about the helicopter incident?"

Lamas sneered, "Well, do you want to know how he threatens me?"

Song Heping said: "Actually, I'm not interested in knowing."

As he spoke, he swallowed the last bite of his empanada and picked up another oyster.

"You're willing to help him get a helicopter, which means it's worth it. It also means that even if something goes wrong, you have a way to escape."

Lamas didn't respond immediately, but watched Song Heping eat another oyster.

"Yes."

At the end, he continued the conversation.

"The helicopter I lent him wasn't a military one. It was from a private special forces training center nearby. If anything happened, I wouldn't get on it."

Song Heping remembered the gunshots during the day, so he asked, "I heard gunshots nearby. Is that from the training center?"

"That's right. It's a private special forces training center run by Blackwater here, in partnership with our military. Even if the Colombians actually discovered the plane, they'd only be able to trace it back to the Americans."

Lamas is very confident and probably has a plan to cut at any time.

This old military leader is of course a cunning person. When he borrows a plane, he will definitely not say that he is borrowing it to cross the border to rescue people, nor will he say that it is involved in the pursuit in the Tame area. The most important thing is that he will not leave any evidence that can implicate himself.

Song Heping suddenly thought of his future arms business.

So he said, "General, I know you didn't come here just to treat me to a meal. Let's get down to business and talk about our cooperation."

"Great!" Lamas smiled again. "Your trip to Colombia really opened my eyes. An entire Green Beret unit was lost, and even a whole AGLAN unit was lost..."

"Wait." Song Heping interrupted.

"General, please don't mention these things, because they don't exist at all."

As he said this, he looked at Ramas.

Ramas also looked at Song Heping, he was obviously a little surprised.

After he was stunned for a long time, Song Heping spread his hands and said, "There is no evidence to prove that I have been to Colombia."

These words were spoken with great firmness.

Lamas remained stunned for a moment.

He suddenly realized that the young man in front of him was more than twenty years younger than him, but he was definitely not a greenhorn.

"Hahahaha!"

Ramos finally laughed. "Yes, there is no evidence. Those deaths had nothing to do with anyone in this room."

He finally got it.

Song Heping refused to acknowledge the incident, not only to distance himself from it, but also to distance himself from it.

You have to know that I was the one who made the connections with the ELN. If Song Heping was the murderer who killed the Green Beret Squad, then I was an accomplice.

What could be better than distancing yourself from the matter?

"But..." Lamas smiled for a moment, then faltered. "Now, only you can handle this. Morins from ELN called me anxiously, asking if I had any news of you. I told him you were safe and that he desperately wanted to meet you and thank you in person."

Song Heping waved his hand: "I won't meet you for the time being. I will leave Venezuela in a few days when my injury gets better."

Ramas said, "Are you afraid of being involved in this?"

Song Heping said, "An entire squad of green berets has been killed. I'm sure the Colombian military is having a headache right now, wondering how to explain this to the Americans. It's a good thing I didn't show up, so I don't get involved."

Lamas said: "But now Morins doesn't want to talk to anyone except you..."

Song Heping said, "Let me put it this way, General. I'm a businessman and I sell arms, but there are some things I don't want to get too deeply involved in. I know that a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. I can't eat all the food myself when I come here to do business. I'm very happy that you want to cooperate with me. I need a friend like you. So, I think you and your son will be in charge of the business here in the future. I will call Morins and ask him to cooperate with you. He will definitely buy arms from you. As for expanding customers in the future, as long as it's business in South America, it will belong to you, and we will split the profits 50-50. I will set up an offshore account for your son overseas, set up a legal company, and find someone to help you launder the money. You can use it whenever you want, and it will be used seriously. How about it?"

After speaking his thoughts in one breath, Song Heping continued eating, leaving it to Lamas to digest his words himself, and waiting for the other party to put forward conditions.

Business is about negotiation.

Ask for a high price, but pay back the money.

The details of the final cooperation can be discussed, but Song Heping has decided that he cannot be at the forefront of everything, nor can he do everything by himself. He may need to cultivate some white gloves.

Lamas and his son, who has always wanted to be an arms dealer, are the most suitable to be the white gloves.

After all, even if the Americans knew that a new arms dealer had appeared here, the investigation would only lead to Lamas, and even if they found him, they would not be able to do anything to him.

After all, this is Venezuela, a place that Americans cannot penetrate.

Ramas was indeed lost in thought.

He kept digesting and pondering what Song Heping had said.

Fifty-fifty.

This division is very reasonable.

Moreover, he is not engaged in arms trade just for private gain. With Song Heping as a connection, the Venezuelan military can also ask Song Heping for help if it needs to obtain any banned equipment in the future.

Now people are giving me so much of the profits, and these are all private property.

No one would complain about having too much money, not even Lamas.

The only thing you have to pay for is your identity.

Otherwise, Song Heping could have just left it alone and done it on his own.

The so-called cooperation is all about looking at the value that can be utilized by each other, and relationships and the like are secondary.

The only thing that can be exploited is your identity.

"Song, you've made an offer I can't refuse."

After speaking, he raised his glass.

"Just as you say. I'll be in charge of sales and transportation in South America, and you'll be in charge of the supply and buyers."

"Happy cooperation!"

Song Heping also picked up his wine glass and gently clinked it with Lamas's glass.

A newly emerging arms dealer in South America was born in this small single room.

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(End of this chapter)