Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 382 Goodbye Cook
“So exciting!”

Half a month later, on an international flight from Caracas International Airport in Venezuela to Moscow, Russia, Jiang Feng, sitting in the business class, was a little restless and nervous like a child.

"How long have you not been home?" Song Heping asked.

"It's been more than a year..."

Jiang Feng suddenly became quiet and stared at the ceiling in a trance.

Song Heping did not continue to ask him why he did not go home.

Everyone has their own story.

As a man, who doesn't leave his hometown to make a name for himself, achieve success in his career and then return home in glory?

During those years, Jiang Feng worked as a mercenary for the EO company in Africa, but he didn't save much money, so of course he didn't want to go back.

Who doesn’t want to return home in glory? Who doesn’t want to return home in glory?
Of course I am very excited that he can return to China with me this time and that I have money in my pocket.

"Don't worry, we'll fly to St. Petersburg first, stay there for two days, and then return home."

"Old squad leader, why are we going to St. Petersburg?"

Song Heping said: "First, I can't buy a direct flight ticket, and second, I have an old friend there who helped me recruit a team of pilots and technicians. I have to go and thank him in person no matter what."

Jiang Feng said: "Is that the cook?"

"That's right." Song Heping nodded: "Yes, he is also one of the founders of our company."

The chef's efficiency is so fast that there is nothing to say.

Song Heping had to admit that the chef was actually quite capable.

In less than a week, the chef had arranged for four technicians and a weapons engineer, and they are currently dismantling the plane in Irigo.

The three pilots have already reached an agreement. They are all former elite pilots of the Russian Air Force. After retirement, some of them work for Aeroflot and some for cargo shipping companies. Their salaries are not high.

Song Heping offered an annual salary of 24 yuan per person, two months of vacation each year, and 100 million US dollars of accident insurance per person. They immediately agreed to join.

Leave professional matters to professionals.

This is Song Heping's principle of doing things.

He really didn't know much about airplanes, but when he saw those technicians repair the Mi-171 helicopter that was judged to be unflyable just four days after arriving in Irigoe, Song Heping felt that this alone was worth the money.

Dominic was the happiest one. He finally had his own helicopter. He no longer had to do nothing in the company all day and followed Ferrari around like a little follower.

In the next few months, Song Heping must return to China as quickly as possible to assemble an engineering team, sign a contract with them, and ask them to go to Venezuela to help him build the runway and base in the shortest time possible.

According to pilots and ground crews, Soviet fighter jets have one advantage: they don't have high requirements for runways. A 1000-meter runway is enough to handle takeoff and landing for fighter jets like the Su-24.

However, the biggest problem now is not the construction period, but who can build a one-kilometer runway and two simple hangars within three months.

Song Heping was not worried about other venues in the training base. Jiang Feng could guide the engineering team to build them. The most critical thing was the runway. Without it, the plane could not take off.

In addition, there is also air transportation.

Currently, the formalities are handed over to Yusuf, and the arms worth $24 million and the two Su-9 fighter-bombers are still handled by the shipping company that was previously responsible for the transportation of SA- missiles.

Ferrari can handle these matters, and the most important thing for him is to return to China and find a construction team. No one knows infrastructure better than the Chinese.

To build the runway in such a short time, only a Chinese construction company is needed, and construction teams from other countries cannot be relied upon.

After the plane landed at St. Petersburg Airport, Song Heping took Jiang Feng through customs. After leaving the airport, he took out his phone to contact the chef when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Mourning! My brother!"

In fact, Song Heping knew who it was without looking back.

The cook's slightly rough and heavy baritone is easy to recognize.

He turned around and saw the cook in a suit and tie.

This guy is completely different from the one he was in Irigo a year ago.

At that time, the cook wore tactical clothes every day, and his face was sunburned and his skin was rough.

The chef standing before Song Heping now had a rosy complexion, fair, delicate skin, and a shiny, oily head, giving him the air of a gangster boss from a movie. "Fuck, chef, your demeanor has completely changed." Song Heping put down his luggage and opened his arms to this old brother who had fought for his life with him.

The two hugged each other tightly. The cook patted Song Heping's back hard, then let go and asked, "Stay a few days longer this time. I'll take you to experience the nightlife of St. Petersburg, then go hunting in the Far East and fishing in the Baltic Sea!"

"No, I can only stay for two days. My flight ticket is already booked. I'm leaving the night after tomorrow and rushing back to my homeland."

Song Heping rejected his kindness.

The cook's expression turned grim. "Why? Is it that the prosperity of St. Petersburg doesn't appeal to you, or is it that an old friend like me isn't worth your staying a few days longer?"

Song Heping looked around and saw people coming and going outside the airport. He said to the cook, "Get in the car and talk slowly."

The cook took the two of them to an extended Lincoln, and the driver came up and put Song Heping's luggage into the trunk.

The two of them got in the car. The cook looked at his watch and told the driver, "Go to the hotel."

It was the first time for Jiang Feng to sit in this kind of extended Lincoln luxury car. The inside was like a small bar booth, with a dining table, wine rack, and TV. It was decorated with luxurious leather and gold-plated decorations everywhere. He didn't know where to put his hands.

The cook casually took a bottle of whiskey from the wine rack and asked Song Heping: "Red wine, vodka, or whiskey?"

Song Heping knew that the cook loved to drink and was afraid that he wouldn't be able to cope without drinking, so he nodded and said, "Let's have some whiskey."

The cook looked at Jiang Feng and asked while pouring wine: "Where did you find this little brother?"

"He's not a younger brother, he's a brother. He used to work at EO Company in Africa. He joined the company not long after you left." Song Heping added, "He used to be from the Air Assault Brigade. He's a good fighter."

"Oh?" The chef respected strength the most. Since Song Heping said he was a good cook, he must be good.

He handed a glass of wine to Jiang Feng: "Relax, just treat it as if you're back home! You and I are still colleagues in the same company."

The cook currently does have shares in the "Musician" defense, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a "colleague".

Jiang Feng looked at the luxurious interior of the car with a wine glass in hand and said with emotion: "This car is not cheap, right?"

The cook said, "It's not as expensive as your company's bulletproof Lincoln. I use this car for business purposes, just to show off."

Song Heping remembered something and quickly took out a box of cigars from his shoulder bag and handed it over: "I brought you some gifts from South America. I thought you would like them."

The cook took it and saw that it was a box of Cuban Cohiba cigars, which was his personal favorite. He put it under his nose and sniffed it gently.

"Not bad, top-notch stuff! This model is hard to come by. Where did you get it?"

"I asked a Venezuelan general to find it for me," Song Heping said. "He has some connections with Cuba and has this kind of cigar at home. I'm just offering my services to him."

The cook raised his eyebrows slightly, put the cigar aside, then handed the wine to Song Heping and added ice to the wine himself. His series of caring methods were quick and efficient.

Song Heping was a little dazed.

It's not like he hasn't seen the way a chef greets people before.

Previously at the Palace of the Republic, he had taken the initiative to entertain old Aunt Nancy, making the party whip feel very happy.

If he didn't say that he was a mercenary leader, people would really think he was a restaurant owner.

"Venezuela, a nice place." The cook sank his back into the soft sofa and said slowly, "Are you planning to develop in South America in the future?"

"That's what I mean. Yilige is suitable for doing business, but not for taking root." Song Heping said: "The company needs a safer place."

The cook's mouth twitched, but in the end he said nothing, only revealing an elusive smile.

Song Heping guessed that he almost wanted to invite him to Russia, but he had the same idea as himself.

Both of them are tigers and are not suitable to hunt for food on a mountain.

So the cook held back.

Song Heping didn't want to continue this topic, so he asked about the chef's restaurant: "Chef, I heard that your restaurant in St. Petersburg is very special."

The chef perked up at the mention of his restaurant, his face beaming with joy. "In terms of scale, my restaurant isn't huge for St. Petersburg, but when it comes to the taste and quality of the food, I'm sure no one can compare. Drop off your luggage at the hotel first, then follow me to my restaurant. I'll take care of things tonight!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)