King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1722: 1406: The Boss Takes You to Soar (Part 2)

Chapter 1722: Chapter 1406: The Boss Takes You to Soar (Part 2)

For instance, Jia Liang’s trade can completely utilize the Taliban’s influence to expand into larger-scale trade that benefits more people and generate more profits.

Bring in the goods they need, ship out the goods they want to sell, help them build, and help them develop.

P·B profits through selling security; Jia Liang’s trade can profit hugely by promoting developnt.

As long as we can restrain our greed, and as long as your brother can maintain the deterrence, this model can be sustained for a long ti.

Xiao Liang, put aside the specific issues, your responsibility is to make them see the big picture, convince them to believe in our theory, and let them choose the rest, let them propose specific matters!

Their loss is not acknowledging our theory, but if they acknowledge the theory we propose and co to us, they not only need to pay us enough rewards but also sincerely say ‘Thank you!'”

Qiao Liang listened, silently put away his notebook, nodded and said, “There are still so aspects I haven’t quite figured out about how to convince them to believe in .

But brother, you’ve made it clear enough!

This ti, I want to figure it out by myself, three days, three days should be enough, after three days, help set up a talk with them.”

Joe Ga looked at Qiao Liang’s expression and knew he was still caught up in the details…

Qiao Liang is a science student and inherently a pragmatic person; to have him use highly persuasive language to enchant others and lead them in a favorable direction like an elder brother, he can’t do it.

Moreover, Qiao Liang knows he lacks sufficient international influence and cannot freely utilize political issues to bring the Taliban into his rhetoric as his elder brother does.

Qiao Liang thinks about clarifying the things he can do, analyzing his chips from an economic perspective.

Only then can he give so constructive responses when facing Taliban issues and thus attract them to follow his line of thought.

This is actually what Joe initially did in Central African Sangha Town, only Qiao Liang is doing it more ticulously, and he lacks the elder brother’s miraculous ability to pitch ideas, so he needs to prepare more thoroughly.

This approach lacks the aura of a top leader, but Joe Ga can understand his brother’s issues, so he of course supports him…

It’s a negotiation that won’t lose, being a bit more ticulous might perhaps make it appear more convincing.

In the future, Qiao Liang will one day be able to break free of this frawork and seek entry points from a more macro perspective, solving problems and earning profits.

Joe Ga didn’t interfere with Qiao Liang in such matters; he patted his younger brother’s back hard, laughed and said, “Whatever you want, inform when you’re ready…”

Saying that, as Joe Ga wanted to take his younger brother for a stroll around the Kandahar Air Force Base, Tony’s voice ca over the radio…

“Haha, boss, you better co and take a look, the Taliban has sent over their police force…”

Joe Ga was taken aback for a mont, frowning, he said, “What’s going on?”

“Hahaha, Taliban special police, I simply can’t believe what I’m seeing.

Boss, you better co and see, otherwise I worry I might laugh myself to death.”

After listening, Joe Ga rubbed his temples, then realized he had promised the Taliban yesterday that he could help train a security force.

This group has not even given a clear reply, yet they sent over a team of ‘special police’; the only explanation is that Ahong Zhalisi nodded, but internally they haven’t reached a unified opinion yet.

They sent people over to test the waters, whether to see Joe’s sincerity or to express their cooperative sincerity; Joe wasn’t sure.

However, Joe really didn’t care because it was all part of the tasks needing execution in his plan.

These people ca, they would train together, and later, when the selected ones were identified, a batch of international police would be organized by the United Nations for detailed training.

Listening to Tony urging over the radio, Joe Ga simply found a car and spent a few minutes arriving at P·B’s base.

As the car drove in, Joe Ga saw a large number of NATO soldiers lingering around watching.

He frowned as he got out of the car, escorted by the Bat Squad that ca to welco him, towards the command headquarters door, and then he saw the ‘Taliban special police’ on the open ground in front of the command headquarters…

A Humvee that seed to be a capture transported several guys who seed to have so status, 50 weathered motorcycles carrying 100 Taliban soldiers dressed in traditional Aqionghan attire and wearing turbans.

This group seed to have been carefully dressed up, their clothes worn but relatively clean.

Weapons were their only decoration; the motorcycle riders had AKs hung across their chests, while the person in the back seat carried RPGs with four rockets strapped to their backs, like peacocks displaying their feathers.

P·B’s soldiers had not seized their weapons because those AKs didn’t have magazines, and the RPGs had straps tied on their backs, they certainly couldn’t take them off themselves.

It seed they were specifically instructed, riding seriously on their motorcycles, their military bearing honestly seed sowhat presentable.

Though they looked poor and unruly, Joe Ga didn’t see what was so extrely funny…

Just as Joe wanted to ask what was happening, the Humvee’s door was pushed open, a bearded Taliban guy, using a splendid military gait like Pakistan border soldiers acting with Indian fellows, walked towards the steps in front of the command headquarters…

But strangely, it seed he hadn’t learned it correctly, his sa hand and foot gait made Joe utter a ‘pfft,’ covering himself and turning away…

To avoid losing composure excessively, Joe turned around and leaned his head on Ayu’s shoulder, trying hard to recall so past sad events to avoid losing face…

After a few deep breaths, Joe spoke softly to Ayu, who had pulled the mask onto his face, “Stop that guy, I’ll go down the steps and greet him, otherwise I fear he’ll fall on the stairs…”

Ayu, with a trembling voice, said, “Boss, how exactly did NATO lose to these guys?”

Joe Ga was also a bit puzzled at this mont; logically, the Taliban should care about their face, they shouldn’t have sent such a fellow to make a fool of themselves…

But they did so, making Joe sowhat suspicious of whether this guy who even trips while walking has a special aspect…

Soon Joe realized the reason and found that the Taliban possibly sent them with huge sincerity…