Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 442: Famous Reporter Thomas Fell
Angel's office is a different world.

There is actually a dormitory inside, and the dormitory has an independent bathroom with all the facilities.

Looking at the men's products on the sink, Song Heping had to admit that Angel was a considerate girl.

From razors to shavers, shampoo to aftershave, shower gel to men's body lotion, the whole set is complete and all are new.

There are also towels, bath towels, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and cups, all new.

Facing the dressing mirror, Song Heping looked up and saw the pink bath towel on the shelf.

You can tell it's Angel's at first glance.

He couldn't help but feel impulsive, and couldn't help but reach out and take Angel's bath towel, put it under his nostrils and sniffed it gently.

It really is hers.

The scent matched Angel's.

Although he doesn't know much about perfume, Song Heping has a very keen nose.

But he quickly calmed down.

I still have a lot of important things to do.

It seems that Angel took time out tonight to arrange a meeting for himself.

How can I repay this favor?
He started showering as quickly as possible, not daring to waste any time.

After so many years, Song Heping still maintains the bathing habit he had in the army.

Wet your whole body with water, then apply shampoo on your head and shower gel on your body, scratch yourself, then start brushing your teeth, and after brushing your teeth, start shaving. After shaving, pour boiling water from head to toe, and do it all at once.

In fact, this is still cumbersome. When I was in the army, a bar of soap could relieve my worries and do everything.

When he returned to the office again, Song Heping was almost scared.

Because there were three more people in Angel's office, the carpet and sofa next to it were piled with huge boxes, all of which were printed with the word "Hermès".

"Song, come over here and try this first."

Angel opened a large box and took out a black suit from it. Then he picked up the jacket and walked to Song Heping to compare the shoulder width and length with his upper body.

"suitable!"

She turned happily to one of the three and said, "Thiago, I said the estimated size was exactly right, right?"

The man in the middle of the three was a middle-aged man with a slightly bald head, wearing earrings and a tight, trendy suit in red, blue, green and other colors. It looked like he was wearing a white suit. There were several people standing next to him, holding barrels of different fuels and pouring them on him.

"My dear, your eyes never fail!"

As soon as he spoke, Song Heping felt a little uncomfortable, an indescribable discomfort, like a duck with its neck pinched, trying hard to squeeze out those strange sounds.

Tiago floated over like the wind and arrived in front of Song Heping.

Song Heping smelled the perfume again.

He couldn't help but frown.

He didn't mind the smell of perfume on women, but he felt quite disgusted when a man had such a strong smell of perfume on him.

After taking a close look at Song Heping, his gaze rested on Song Heping's face. That look was a bit like a hungry guy seeing some delicious food.

Song Heping made a new discovery: Tiago was wearing a nose ring.

Um, nose ring...

He turned to Angel again and said, "My dear, you have good taste."

This time, "having good taste" is obviously not a compliment to Angel's taste in choosing clothes.

He turned around and took another suit, and personally tried various gestures on Song Heping's body, and pinched Song Heping's arm intentionally or unintentionally.

Song Heping seemed to understand something.

He felt his hairs stand on end.

Perhaps fearing that Song Heping might misunderstand, Angel added, "Thiago is my good sister."

Song Heping felt like he was electrocuted, and his hair stood on end.

"Correct!"

Tiago was not embarrassed at all. He smiled at Song Heping very smoothly and frankly and said, "I am Angel's good sister."

"Ah... hello sister... no, hello Tiago..."

Song Heping felt that his smile was very stiff, and he was eager to end the fitting as soon as possible.

Finally, after half an hour of hard work, Song Heping finally changed into a new outfit, and Thiago and the others said goodbye and left.

Angel also changed into a black dress, took a small diamond-studded handbag, took Song Heping's hand and said, "Let's go somewhere and meet someone who can help you."

The two walked out of the art center and saw a white Lamborghini parked on the street. Angel handed the keys to Song Heping and asked, "Do you have a driver's license?"

Song Heping nodded: "Yes."

After all, for someone who has served in the Persian secret agency and the US military, Song Heping now has several sets of passports, identities and driver's licenses.

This time when he came from Venezuela, he used an American passport because it was convenient.

An hour later, in a bar near Broadway in NY, Song Heping met Thomas Fair in a booth.

"Fell, this is my good friend Song, Song Heping, whom I mentioned to you before."

Angel didn't forget to add: "He is now the CEO of a defense company."

"Defense company?" Fair frowned slightly. "Which defense company?"

Song Heping said: "Musician's defense business is currently mainly in Yiligo."

When he heard about the "Musician" defense company, Fair's expression changed slightly. "I've heard of this defense company. It's the rising star company that won the US military's Irigo transport contract last year."

Song Heping didn't expect that his company was actually quite famous, so much so that people knew about it in New York, America.

Angel said: "Fell is a famous military reporter and a well-known political commentator. He is also the editor-in-chief of the military column of a newspaper."

Song Heping was just about to compliment the other party, but unexpectedly, Feier started to "FUCK" first.

"FUCK! Forget about that! What editor-in-chief? They're just using my name! Damn it! I got fooled! I shouldn't have signed that damn contract with them! When the contract expires, I definitely won't renew it. I'll go be an independent journalist!"

Phil cursed and picked up the glass in his hand and drank the 40-proof whiskey in one gulp.

Song Heping sensed dissatisfaction in this guy.

So I followed his words and asked, "Mr. Fair..."

Before he could continue, Feier raised his hand and interrupted Song Heping.

"Don't call me Mr., just call me Phil."

"Fell..." Song Heping had no choice but to comply with his request: "Are you dissatisfied with your position as editor-in-chief or with the newspaper?"

Conversation is also a skill.

Fair looked resentful.

For anyone like this, you should just follow what he says, let him vent, and be a good listener.

Only when the other person feels comfortable venting will he be friendlier to you.

Song Heping was not in a hurry to get to the point. There was plenty of time anyway, so it didn't hurt to talk to him.

After all, I came here to ask for help. If this guy is willing to cooperate, many lives can be saved on the ELN side.

What's more, Song Heping had a feeling that this guy named "Fell" was someone he could get along with. He had a bit of a bohemian vibe about him that disliked restraint and constraints and yearned for freedom.

This temper suits my taste!

Sure enough, Song Heping's words caused a huge uproar.

For the next half hour, Song Heping and Angel became listeners, and only Fair was talking on the stage.

He gave an indignant speech, ranging from his dissatisfaction with the newspaper, to his dissatisfaction with the current media environment he was in, to his reflection on his career, and finally to his expectations for his ideals.

All Song Heping had to do was sit quietly by the side and raise his glass to drink with Fer when he was most excited to show his support.

Angel had a large portion of Iberian ham brought to the two men so that they wouldn't get drunk on an empty stomach.

In the end, Song Heping finally understood.

Fair is very talented and courageous.

He was a war correspondent and had participated in the reporting of many wars and had many sensational exclusive reports.

He was even the one who took the lead in exposing the false information about the existence of a powerful weapon in the Irigo War Team.

But because of this, the newspaper restricted many of his powers and he could not publish many reports according to his own wishes.

Therefore, the title of editor-in-chief is only in name.

It's just that I signed the contract that year. If I quit, not only will my professional reputation be damaged, but I will also have to pay a large sum of money.

This is why he is so depressed and frustrated.

After listening to this big American troll's saliva for thirty minutes, Fair was very satisfied and Song Heping was very quiet.

The alcohol began to take effect. Fair expressed his satisfaction with this defense company boss who spoke very good English and was an excellent listener. He moved his butt directly to Song Heping's side, hooked his hand on Song Heping's shoulder, and asked like an old friend who hadn't seen each other for many years: "Angel said that you have a clue to explosive news? What is it about? Tell me, if you need me to do it, I can help you with it. It is guaranteed to be shocking!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)