Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 577: Big appetite!

When Song Heping said this, he was actually a little hesitant in his heart.

After all, this is 100 million pounds, not 100 million US dollars.

He was actually quite shocked inside that he dared to speak.

Just four years ago, I was still excited about $10,000 or $20,000.

When I joined the small team of "musicians", my monthly salary was only a few thousand yuan, and I had to rely on commissions to make a living.

Nowadays, every word counts in billions.

It is no exaggeration to say that there is a world of difference between them.

But reality is so wonderful.

People's appetite grows as they eat, and so does their desire for money.

Once you’ve been rich and powerful, you can’t go back.

I have a 2.4 million contract in Irigaray and tens of billions of dollars in revenue every year in Mexico. Without business worth over million yuan, I really can't muster any interest.

Besides, he knew the situation in southern Afghanistan very well. The undercover infiltration mission he and Mist had carried out before was in the south.

Evanson thought for a moment and replied, "Let me make a phone call."

"Yes, of course." Song Heping asked, "It's up to you."

After getting consent, Evanson walked straight into the banquet hall, then went out to the end of the corridor, stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then took out his cell phone.

"Good evening, Mr. Owen."

After the call was connected, Evanson said hello and continued without waiting for the other party to ask, "I met Song Heping at a defense forum in DC."

"Huh? What a coincidence?"

Mr. Irving on the other end of the phone seemed surprised as well.

"Hasn't he been in Mexico lately?"

"Yes, maybe the matter over there has been settled, so people came to DC."

"Did you talk to him?"

"Yes, we did."

"What's his attitude?"

"According to our original plan, the merger and acquisition plan didn't work. He disagreed."

“M&A is the best.”

"He refused."

“Is it a price issue?”

“He didn’t even ask the price.”

"Hmm..." Owen seemed a little disappointed: "What about cooperation?"

"He agreed."

"That's good. Sign the contract with him as soon as possible."

"But there's one thing..."

Hearing Evanson's tone become hesitant, Owen asked hurriedly: "Is there any change?"

"He's asking a high price, a lion's mouth."

"How much?"

"He's asking for 100 million for just one training contract in the Kandahar region."

"One hundred million?!"

Owen was also a little surprised.

"If it's too high, I'll go back and talk to him and bargain." Evenson said, "I also think the price is too high."

"Not surprising. His company has a $2.4 million annual contract in Irigaray, plus security contracts for two oil fields. In Mexico, they're working with the CIA to control the drug trade, and the profits are quite high. Our offer of 3000 million pounds is actually underestimating him."

"what do you mean……"

"I never thought I could sign him for £3000 million," Owen said. "His counter-offer was just right, million for million."

"One hundred million...is he really worth it?" Evanson was shocked.

Owen said: "Evanson, don't you understand the current situation? Why did the Americans suddenly hand over the command to the British army? Do you think they really feel that they are not capable enough? No, they are retreating to advance. The military leaders in the Pentagon know it very well, as do the politicians in the White House and the gentlemen on Capitol Hill. If the Americans want other countries to taste the bitterness of Afghanistan and want to drag the British army into the water, as long as they drag the British army into the water, they can drag the armies of other European countries into the water. Look, in just half a year, we Europeans originally only had a few thousand combatants in Afghanistan, but now it has increased to more than 30,000. But these more than 30,000 people are probably not enough. The gentlemen in our parliament are always overconfident. They always think that they are still in the glorious era of Great Britain in the past, and always want to go back to that era, but... the strength no longer allows it..." Having said that, Owen was silent.

"The Prime Minister must have fallen into an American trap this time, which is why he's demanding that contractors like us continuously increase our manpower to assist them in the war there. They'll pay whatever the cost. The Americans have already invested over $200 billion in Afghanistan over the past few years, and our Prime Minister is said to be investing hundreds of billions of pounds to ensure victory in the anti-terrorism war in Afghanistan. What's a hundred million? Give it to him! We've signed a two billion order with the Ministry of Defense this time. Are we afraid we can't afford this little money?"

"I understand, Mr. Irving." Elson stopped objecting and said, "Then I'll go talk to him now."

"Go ahead and sign him. Remember, this is my instruction to you."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

After the two ended their call, in a century-old building in South Kensington, London, England, Owen stood up with his mobile phone and walked from the desk to the window.

It was already one o'clock in the morning.

In the London sky, the moon disappeared into the clouds, and the street scene outside fell into darkness.

As the president of Jefferson Group, he did not tell Evanson the whole truth just now.

The British army is definitely not capable of taking on the main responsibility.

There is no doubt about this.

Great Britain is no longer the land on which the sun never sets; it is just a name.

The Americans' purpose of retreating this time is not simply to force the British to increase their troops.

People in the cabinet privately told the Prime Minister that someone had reminded him at a military meeting that this was an American trap.

The Americans' goal is very clear. Not only do they want other allies, especially the British, to increase their troops, but they also plan to take over the command of the NATO International Support Force when the British can no longer withstand the re-exchange of command in the future.

From the beginning of the war, although the United States is a member of NATO and the leader of the Western Allies, their command authority has actually been limited to commanding their own troops. NATO's international support force is actually more of an observation and support nature, and is still under the command of each country itself.

It is equivalent to the younger brothers waving flags and cheering behind, watching the American big brother charge forward, and by the way, basking in the light of justice of the Western anti-terrorism campaign.

The war had been going on for seven years, and the Americans had long been disgusted with and unable to tolerate this loose command system.

That is why the Pentagon came up with this strategy of retreating to advance and escaping.

However, even though he knew it was a trap, the ambitious Prime Minister was still overconfident and believed that this was a good opportunity for Britain to re-emerge on the international stage.

Owen's connections in the military told him that this attempt to take over command would definitely fail, and that command would ultimately return to the Americans, and that all command of the entire coalition army would ultimately be concentrated in the hands of the Pentagon.

Irving trusts the judgment of his own people and he has to leave a way out for himself.

At least after the Americans regain control of the entire coalition forces, the Jefferson Group can still get a generous share of the fat meat in Afghanistan.

He doesn't care how politicians scheme against each other.

Business comes first.

Profit is worth cheering for.

After a brief thought, he picked up his phone and dialed a number again.

"Ms. Kelly, the fish is on the hook."

Song Heping was standing on the terrace looking at the lights of the Capitol Hill buildings in the distance when Evanson finally returned to his side.

"Mr. Song."

He was still very polite.

Song Heping smiled politely: "Mr. Evanson, have you finished asking your superiors for their opinions?"

"I asked," Evanson said. "Our president agreed to your request. The training contract is worth 100 million pounds."

"How much is the advance payment?" Song Heping asked.

"It's paid monthly, one month in advance," Evanson said. "We can arrange a time to discuss the contract details tomorrow. We'll try to sign the contract as soon as possible, and you can also prepare to bring people in quickly. We really need a lot of manpower over there."

"I can tell." Song Heping said, "I'm going to be in the Washington area for six days. When do you want me to arrive?"

"One month at most." Evanson asked, "Can you do it?"

"How many people are needed?"

"We don't care about the number of people. As long as you can complete it according to our contract requirements, we don't mind giving you the 100 million pound contract if you can complete it alone." Evanson made a dry joke.

"Okay, let's meet at the Marriott Hotel tomorrow at nine o'clock."

"No problem, I wish you a happy cooperation."

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)