Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 383 High-end Restaurant
On Vasilyevsky Island in St. Petersburg, starting from the National University Library, go southwest along the main street, passing 9th Street, then passing Vasilyevsky Island Garden, to the Naval Honor Square at the southwestern end of the island. Walk north along the square pier for less than meters and you will see a restaurant floating on the surface of Neva Bay.

The restaurant is called New Island. It is a luxurious floating restaurant converted from an old ship and is currently one of the most popular and fashionable dining places in St. Petersburg.

At 6:30 in the evening, a Lincoln stretch limousine slowly stopped in the plaza parking lot. The chef got out of the car, pointed at the New Island Restaurant and said to Song Heping, "Sang, this is my restaurant. What do you think?"

At this time, the lights are just coming on. St. Petersburg is the most prosperous commercial center in Russia. In terms of extravagance and decadence, it is definitely not inferior to the capital Moscow.

The floating restaurant hovers quietly on the water. The quiet and dark sea reflects the colorful lights and outlines of the boat, which is quite dreamy.

"Not bad, quite beautiful."

Song Heping was born into a military family and does not have much poetic talent in his mind. He feels a bit like "I really want to write poems to give to the world, but I am uneducated and can only say "Fuck, my boat is so big."

"I'll cook tonight myself, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied with the meal." The cook led Song Heping and the other man onto the boat, and instructed the driver, "Go, tell the head chef that I'll be cooking tonight. Ask him to prepare the ingredients and arrange the meal according to the boss's standards."

When Song Heping heard the chef say "boss", his heart moved.

He has a boss?

who is it?

But he didn't ask, because being too curious is not a good thing.

So he joked, "I've tasted your cooking skills before. Didn't you often cook for yourself when you were in Yiligo?"

The chef said, "It's different. The ingredients and equipment here are not comparable to those in Yiligo. In Yiligo, I can't perform at my normal level. You will know when you try it later."

Once we got on the boat, the manager on duty was already waiting at the door, leading us all the way to the bow.

Only then did Song Heping realize that there was not only food on the boat. The doorplates of several rooms said "Card Room", and some doors were closed with the words "Banquet Hall" written on them in Russian.

However, there didn't seem to be many people in the entire restaurant, and it looked like it wasn't very popular.

Song Heping remembered that Bai Xiong had said that the chef's restaurant was doing very well and was thriving.

If that’s the case, why doesn’t it look lively?

Suddenly, a violent curse came into my ears.

Song Heping understood Russian, but he couldn't help but frown when he heard such a vulgar voice.

In a restaurant like this, someone actually used such dirty words to curse.

Obviously, the cook heard it too and stopped.

The manager whispered, "It's Colonel Igor."

The cook was silent for a moment, then turned and walked into the aisle on the right.

As I walked, I could still hear the scolding.

Occasionally, you can hear the sound of things being smashed.

Song Heping became more and more curious.

A chef like this owns a restaurant and actually allows others to cause trouble on his territory?
He immediately became interested in this "colonel".

After walking through the corridor for more than ten meters, the view in front of me suddenly opened up.

This is actually a billiard hall.

There were three pool tables in the hall. Next to one of them stood a man in his thirties wearing combat uniform but no rank. He had a beard and was waving a pool stick in his hand. After a few swings, he suddenly slammed it hard on the pool table.

"What a piece of junk!"

"Colonel!"

The cook walked straight up to the man and asked with a smile, "What makes you so angry?"

"cook?"

The colonel named Igor looked up at the cook, then his gaze passed over his shoulder and fell on Song Heping and Jiang Feng behind him.

When they looked at Song Heping, their eyes met, and each could sense the murderous aura in the other. After a moment's pause, Igor said, "Chef, there's something wrong with your pool sticks. I've used several and they're all painful. Could you please spend some money on the pool table instead of just focusing on recipes all day?"

The cook spread his hands and said, "Colonel, this is a restaurant. Billiards is provided as an additional entertainment for guests. This is not a professional billiard hall."

"damn it!"

Igor seemed unable to refute, but he was still very angry. The other two people playing with him could be seen at a glance as soldiers, but unlike Igor, they were wearing casual clothes.

Song Heping could smell the scent on these people, and knew they were no ordinary people.

People who are special forces can smell the differences between each other. Song Heping can conclude that those present are all special forces members.

"Calm down, Colonel. I'll bring you a bottle of good wine later. It's mine." The cook was still smiling and didn't seem angry.

"Stop playing!"

Igor threw down the half-broken bat and turned away.

When passing by Song Heping, he couldn't help but take another look.

After the other party left, the chef told the waiter to clean up and then took Song Heping to the reserved private room.

"Those guys just now were all from the special forces," Song Heping said.

"Yeah." The cook's voice cooled, a hint of disdain in his tone. "That guy used to be in the Security Department. He comes from a military family and has participated in many wars. He also led troops in the Transnistria, Bosnia, and the Second Caucasus War. He's a representative of the Goose Emperor faction, but he's been put on ice recently, so he doesn't like anyone."

"Goose King Pie?" This was the first time Song Heping heard this term.

The cook said, "That's right. The forces here are divided into three factions: the pro-Western faction, the pro-Western faction, and the moderate centrist faction. That guy's idol is Peter the Great, and he's a typical iron-blooded hardliner."

Song Heping couldn't help but ask, "Chef, what kind of sect are you from?"

"Me?" the cook said with a smile. "I'm a businessman."

After entering the private room and arranging everyone to sit down, the cook said to Song Heping, "You two wait here and have something to drink first. I'll go to the kitchen."

Song Heping said: "Actually, there is no need to go through so much trouble. Just let the chef prepare it."

The chef insisted: "No, I haven't been able to let you taste my real cooking skills until now. This time, I will show you my skills no matter what."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers, told the waiter to serve the two of them drinks and lemonade, then turned and left the private room.

"Old squad leader, this chef is really interesting. How could someone like him be willing to open a restaurant here?"

Jiang Feng obviously realized that the chef was not someone who would be content to be a restaurant owner.

Ambition is something that cannot be concealed, just like the sharp claws of a wild beast, no matter how you keep them, they will eventually show up.

"It's best not to ask about other people's affairs," Song Heping said. "Curiosity kills the cat."

He was unwilling to explain the rivalry between him and the cook, and even more unwilling to deconstruct the cook's inner thoughts in front of Jiang Feng.

"Oh……"

Jiang Feng felt bored and just drank water.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Song Heping turned around and saw that it was Colonel Igor...

"Colonel, are you looking for Yevgeny?"

Yevgeny is the cook.

But Song Heping could tell that this guy was not looking for a cook, but for him.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)