Song Heping finally had a few days of leisure.
Since returning from Tetritsk, the small group "Musicians" hadn't taken on any other missions. The cook announced that everyone should take a few days off to relax properly.
After repaying the car and settling all past bills, the cook gathered everyone together, saying that he had sothing important to announce.
There was alcohol on the table, and there was at, salo, Da Maozi's favorite kind of raw pickled pork.
"Song! Have a drink!"
The cook filled a glass of vodka for Song Heping, then picked up a dagger, sliced off a piece of salo, and put it on Song Heping's plate.
"Try our hotown specialty!"
Song Heping picked up the slice of salo and looked at it, asking the cook, "Raw?"
The cook said, "Yeah."
Song Heping asked again, "Pork?"
The cook nodded: "Yeah, pork."
Raw pork...
Even though Song Heping had undergone wilderness survival training, he absolutely wouldn't touch raw pork unless necessary.
In his hotown, there was a saying that eating raw pork could lead to swine fever.
Seeing that Song Heping was still hesitant, the cook cut another slice for himself and then said, "Eat it like this."
After speaking, he pinched the slice of creamy white salo, held it under his nostrils to inhale the aroma, then, looking as if he were indulging in exquisite delicacy, raised his glass for a toast and downed it in one gulp, before stuffing the greasy-looking salo into his mouth and chewing vigorously.
White Bear and the others also began slicing at and drinking vodka, eating with such gusto that they looked utterly enraptured.
Grey Wolf said, "Song, this is really good stuff. Back in our motherland, salo is cheap, but over here, it's not easy to co by. Give it a try, it's definitely tasty."
Seeing this, Song Heping could only imitate them. He sniffed the at, toasted with his drink, and then ate the at.
The high-proof vodka slid down his throat like liquid fire, as if he had swallowed a ball of flas.
But the seemingly greasy slice of salo deftly neutralized the punch of the vodka, bringing his taste buds back to a wonderful balance.
"Not bad!"
Song Heping couldn't help but nod in approval. He grabbed the knife and cut another piece for himself, poured another glass of vodka, and followed suit.
Seeing that Song Heping could drink 77-proof vodka without changing his expression, the cook laughed heartily and gave him a thumbs up: "That's the spirit!"
Then, turning around, he pulled out a bag beside him and placed it on the table.
"This is the money we've earned this ti. After paying the bills, we have about three hundred thousand left. Old rules, we keep a hundred thousand as reserve funds, each of you takes fifty thousand."
As he spoke, he unzipped the bag and pulled out a bundle of brand-new US dollars, counted them quickly, and placed them with a thud in front of White Bear.
"Andre, this is yours!"
White Bear, clutching stacks of crisp new dollars, planted a heavy kiss on them, his eyes narrowed to happy slits: "I love US dollars!"
Queen couldn't help but interject from the side, "What about ?"
White Bear, rough but considerate, quickly corrected himself: "Love you more, my Queen!"
Yuliy bead brightly.
The cook then counted a few more bundles and placed them in front of Queen.
"Yuliy, this is yours!"
"Thanks, boss!" Queen lightly tossed one of the bundles in her hand and said, "Too bad in this godforsaken place, I want to spend but there's nowhere to do so!"
Grey Wolf quickly received his share as well, but he seed much more composed than Andre and his spouse, casually setting it aside and continuing to cut at and drink vodka.
Finally, it was Song Heping's turn.
The cook looked at the other team mbers and then said, "I have to announce sothing here."
Everyone paused their revelry and looked at the cook.
The cook's gaze landed on Song Heping's face: "That we are still alive this ti, Song has made the greatest contribution. Although he joined us recently, I have seen these past few days that Song is talented! You all acknowledge this, right?"
White Bear and the others exchanged glances and nodded simultaneously.
"Since that's the case, I'll throw in an extra share of the money we get from this mission for him. You guys agree, right?"
"I agree!" Grey Wolf was the first to consent.
Although White Bear had been kicked by Song Heping before, he wasn't one to hold a grudge, especially since this wealth was secured in large part due to Song Heping's substantial contribution.
"I have no problem with it."
Queen said, "Even though I didn't like this kid at first, I have to admit that Song Heping is a natural at this job, I have no objections!"
The cook stretched out his hand and picked up seven bundles of hundred-dollar bills, slapping them down in front of Song Heping.
Song Heping had not anticipated the cook's actions.
He hadn't expected him to take things so seriously.
He hadn't even thought about getting an extra share, but the cook was very serious about it, leaving no room for ambiguity.
"This..."
Before Song Heping could decline, the cook said sternly, "That's how it works in the rcenary business, rewards based on rit, getting paid for your skills. If you don't take what you deserve, others will feel awkward taking theirs later on, don't break the rules."
Song Heping thought it made sense, so without further ado, he nodded and said, "Alright, I'll take it."
After taking his share, he pulled out two bundles of crisp banknotes, peeled off four thousand US dollars from each, and stacked them in front of everyone.
"I've taken the money, but this is a personal distribution from to you all. I'm not breaking any rules; how I divide my money is my own business."
The cook and the rest were taken aback.
Finally, it was Grey Wolf who raised his glass and brought it before Song Heping, "Good brother!"
The others raised their glasses one after another.
Now it was Song Heping's turn to be stunned.
If before their relationship was simply as comrades who had each other's backs, then now he truly felt the absolute recognition from everyone.
In the rcenary world, money may be spent freely together, but to directly give away one's hard-earned cash to other teammates was rare — it was a gesture of true camaraderie and brotherhood.
If previously everyone admired Song Heping for his tactical prowess, now they fully recognized his character.
Song Heping quickly raised his glass as well.
The cook said, "United we stand, in life and in death! Ura!"
"Ura!"
"Ura!"
"Ura!"
"Ura!"
Da Maozi loved to shout "Ura", and Song Heping had no choice but to join in.
"Ura!"
After the glasses were put down, the cook checked his watch and looked into the distance.
"Boss, are you waiting for soone?" White Bear asked.
The cook said, "Yeah, that's the second thing I have to announce today. I plan to establish a company of the PMC kind."
White Bear said, "I don't know about that. I only know how to fight. Whatever you say we should do, I'll do."
"I don't know either!" said the cook. "That's why we need soone to help us..."
After he finished speaking, he looked at his watch again.
"Why haven't they arrived yet?"
Just as everyone was wondering who the cook might bring in to help establish the PMC company, a beat-up Nissan SUV drove up and parked in the container yard in front of them.
"Here they co!"
The cook stood up.
A figure got out of the SUV not far away.
White Bear furrowed his brow, "Why do I feel like I've seen this guy sowhere before?"
User Comments
0 comments from readers