Three months later.
Venezuela, Margarita Island vacation area.
Early in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin mist and sneaked into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, Song Heping's electronic watch alarm beeped and beeped.
He woke up from a dream, and as he opened his eyes, he was blinded by a piercing ray of sunshine.
"Hiss—"
Song Heping sat up in bed, stretched, and suddenly felt weak and suffered from a splitting headache.
He had drunk too much the night before.
This was the company's first retreat of the year.
According to the rules set by Ferrari, company officials above the departntal level and flight personnel could enjoy a public-funded trip once a year, one of the benefits of the "Musician" defense system.
This ti, half of the company's executives ca to Venezuela and rented out several of the best-located and most scenic guesthouses on the lovely island to start the first 15-day vacation round.
Taking this opportunity, Song Heping, who had been in Venezuela overseeing the construction of a school for the past three months, could also listen to the work reports of executives like Ferrari.
During these three months, Song Heping felt as if he had reached the pinnacle of his career.
First was with Illiguo, the US Army's transportation contract paynt for the first half of the year had been received, and the $120 million in revenue was successfully processed and transferred to the old account designated by General Peter after Heping's signature.
Of course, he hadn't forgotten to add another two million US Dollars to his son's charity fund.
The business with Illiguo was currently the smoothest-running and most profitable part of the company, and even without Song Heping in Illiguo, the company could operate normally without any issues.
He was getting the hang of playing the ga under these democratic rules.
Recently, he heard a saying that he found quite true.
The world is essentially a makeshift stage.
If one hasn't seen through the essence behind it, they're truly foolish.
Another matter involved the ELN ard forces. News from Morins reported that a week prior, the AUC militia had suddenly announced its dissolution.
That's right.
Dissolution.
This ant that from then on, there would no longer be a group called the AUC militia in Colombia.
The spokesperson for the AUC militia claid to the public that this was because the governnt had begun to take their demands seriously. Originally, they established the anti-governnt ard forces to protect the interests of their class. Since the governnt had paid attention to their political demands, the organization was no longer necessary.
Seeing the grandiose reports in the news and newspapers, Song Heping almost laughed crookedly.
The world was indeed magical.
The reason for dissolution was simple.
All the high-level leaders were annihilated in that airstrike.
If it was just the leaders being killed, that would have been the end of it.
Morins asked Song Heping what to do next, and Heping gave him a line from a heroic couplet—It's best to use the remaining courage to chase down the enemy, don't simply seek fa like an overlord.
This poem initially confused Morins.
So Song Heping explained it to him simply—if they didn't seize this opportunity, by the ti the AUC regrouped and selected a new leadership, reorganized the structure, and recruited more soldiers with the support of the governnt army, they would definitely target the ELN ard forces with fierce retaliation.
Therefore, they must take advantage of this counter-attack opportunity to snatch away all of AUC's territories and kill all their commanders.
Even if necessary, they should reach out to the FARC ard forces for cooperation to divide all the influence of the AUC militias, allowing no space for them to survive.
Morins seed to take it to heart.
He didn't have enough troops to take over the entire territory of the AUC militias without overextending himself.
That's why he called Song Heping for advice on what to do.
In Morins' eyes, the current Song Heping was like his spiritual guide, the revolutionary leader, and the honorary chief military advisor of the ELN ard forces.
Whatever Song Heping said, Morins would not ignore.
So, the guy implented Song Heping's directives to the letter, joining forces with FARC to divide all of AUC's territories.
The FARC took over all the traditional AUC territories to the southwest of the Tbilisi Mountain Range.
While the ELN ard forces annexed all of the AUC's territories in the northeast and southeast near the Venezuela border.
Beyond that, Morins had recruited a force of seven thousand troops during this war, bringing the strength of the ELN ard forces to fifteen thousand, doubling their original numbers.
"The source of defectors from AUC was not so few, still, it was Song Heping who reminded him not to bite off more than he could chew.
The soldiers who ca over were certainly a fighting force, but they were also mouths to feed. ELN didn't engage in drug trafficking, relying on kidnapping, extortion, and oil revenues.
If they took on too many people at once, they would inevitably get involved in so drug trafficking activities.
Such unsavory affairs were not good for the reputation of an ard organization, especially since the Aricans were watching ELN, waiting for them to slip up.
If they stayed away from drug trades, then no matter what troubles ELN forces faced in the future or how they fought with the Colombian governnt army, it was all internal affairs, with no excuse for Arican intervention.
If they got involved with drugs, the Aricans would wake up from their dreams laughing and would even send Special Forces and military advisors overnight to launch a second encirclent campaign.
For the ELN forces, that was akin to courting death.
For the sake of dirty drug money, to lose the whole organization would be like throwing away a waterlon to pick up sesa seeds.
After hearing Song Heping's words, Morins rattled off a string of flattery over the phone, repeatedly saying, "Brilliant! Brilliant! Brother, you're so brilliant!"
The situation in South Arica seed to be gradually opening up.
The school was starting to take shape. Buildings and venues had been constructed, and now Lao Gao was building the training grounds and the underground ammunition depot.
Everything was being constructed to the standard of the 203 Unit that Song Heping rembered, striving to reach the level of a Special Forces training camp.
There was also Fael's TV station. With Angel's help and Song Heping's investnt, they had already signed a purchase contract, acquiring a social networking site on the brink of bankruptcy and a local television station.
Fael had called him several tis, inviting him to the United States soon to show his angel investor his performance.
Song Heping didn't think this was urgent.
He firmly believed in leaving professional matters to professionals.
According to Angel's plan, after acquiring these TV stations and websites, she would present them, and then attract other investors.
dia operations were not Song Heping's expertise, so he left it to Angel to handle with confidence.
This charming woman was talented, and with an experienced veteran like Fael in charge of specific business operations, the future dia conglorate was sure to develop.
After getting out of bed, Song Heping had a customary cold shower, after which the room service breakfast arrived.
Sitting at the dining table, Song Heping opened up his laptop and began browsing international news.
In his line of work, he needed to keep an eye on the various news events happening on this Blue Star every day, which coups had occurred, and where the situation had spiraled out of control.
These were all business opportunities.
While he was looking at the news, suddenly the room phone rang.
He picked it up and heard Samir on the other end.
Samir, as one of the first batch of Illigo Company headquarters mbers arranged to holiday here, was also on the island at the mont.
"Samir, calling so early, you're not asking to join you for breakfast, are you?"
"No, boss, it's just..."
Samir sounded hesitant.
"You and I have known each other for a while, there's no need to beat around the bush, just say it."
Song Heping wondered, could Samir be facing so financial difficulty?
That shouldn't be the case!
At present, Samir served as a battalion commander in the local rcenary group stationed in the oil fields of Illigo, managing all the local rcenary troops, and he had joined the company at the start-up stage, serving as Song Heping's translator.
He was now middle managent in the company, and with his inco having gone up over the years, financial difficulties seed unlikely.
"The matter is a bit complicated, could you co out for a mont?"
Samir seed to have a lot on his mind, yet unsure where to begin.
Song Heping responded readily, "Sure, I've finished breakfast. Do you want to join for a run? I run ten kiloters on the beach every day."
"Okay, then I'll change into sportswear."
"Great, see you in a mont."
Hanging up the phone, Song Heping touched his nose, wondering what urgent matter Samir had.
In the end, he couldn't guess, so he stopped pondering, changed into sports attire, and left the room.
As he walked out of the hostel campus and headed through the alley to the seaside, a sneaky figure appeared from behind a wall corner not far behind him, watching him until he disappeared near the beach.
The person turned around, slipped back behind the wall corner, took out a phone, dialed a number, then said in a low voice:
"Yes, it's him, currently on the island."
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