King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 434 417 Arrangement

Joe Ga wasn't organizing this kind of spectacle to boost morale and then send the locals to the front lines to fight.

The locals had more important things to do, which was to go to work seriously.

The faster Sangha Town developed, the less pressure Joe Ga would face.

As long as these people beca property owners and got used to the presence of P·B, any future attempts by others to gain a foothold here would trigger local resistance.

P·B had in fact taken on the embryonic form of a warlord group, but Joe Ga had chosen to use the mildest ans, standing from the local governnt's standpoint to guide and control the local sentint.

Give them protection, give them jobs, give them the previously unattainable lifestyle, and they would beco loyal supporters of P·B because without P·B they would lose everything they now had.

If it were just about fighting, Joe Ga wouldn't need the locals.

Although P·B's total force didn't exceed 700 people, P·B held the absolute initiative.

Joe Ga was still unclear about the situation near the Central African Capital Bangui, but the 'Setaka Diamond Warlord' up north and 'God's Armant' in the east were basically under Joe Ga's control.

At this point, P·B could no longer be hidden, so Joe Ga chose to unify everyone's thoughts and then prepare for a beautiful defensive battle to declare P·B's existence to the entire world.

In a world without core interest conflicts, people still reasoned, and as long as P·B could firmly hold its position without touching the bigwigs' interests, then this group of lions in the sunlight could roar to their heart's content.

Nurous dia witnessed Joe Ga's 'war declaration'...

They found it incredible that such a force could erge in Africa, but that didn't stop a portion of uniquely-minded female generals from defining Joe Ga's 'declaration' as a form of romance.

Joe Ga himself had never expected that things would slide onto a strange trajectory.

When the tide of political correctness was unrelenting, so feminists saw P·B as a lifeline in the sea of hardship.

But more won didn't care about the war; they didn't even understand war, and in their perception, a war that broke out over a woman was a form of romance.

Then Princess Amina, who was only fairly charming to begin with, was forcefully marketed as a peerless beauty, and Joe Ga, who took off his sunglasses to face the dia, beca the legendary romantic.

There was no reasoning in this, as those living in greenhouses simply couldn't truly comprehend Princess Amina's pain, let alone understanding the perils of war.

However, romanticization had its advantages, making people more tolerant of the cruel realities that occurred during the war.

This situation was actually quite ironic; a war far away in Central Africa had to vie for support from European and Arican dia, with most people treating it like a grand spectacle.

But what could be done, reality was just so!

In society, on the internet, the weak were righteous, but war wasn't like that...

Joe Ga bid farewell to those royal dignitaries, bid farewell to most of the rational dia journalists.

The next day in his house in Sangha Town, he tried to persuade his younger brother to take his girlfriend and the elderly back to China for a while.

Tong Tong, who was monopolizing many cute pets, walked in with Dan Bao strutting around like a little hooligan.

Recently, the girl had been utterly playful, undeterred by the news of war.

She had a good ti in Sangha Town with Joe's backing. She spent her days roaming outside with the little elephant Dan Bao, the little rhino Onion Head, as well as the big leopard and the little cheetah.

This was truly imrsive travel, where she would get to truly understand the local customs and experience the local culture, rather than just visiting tourist spots to check in.

Tong's grandpa was even more remarkable. The nearly eighty-year-old veteran, due to lack of professional capability, had been kicked out of the professional planning team and now beca a peripheral figure in charge of logistics.

But the optimistic old man would now go out carrying a P·B hunting rifle.

Accompanied by a few cooks borrowed from Old Niu, wherever the other old n and won went, he hunted and dined on the spot.

A group of retired planners from the planning bureau, the youngest of whom was 65, were more enthusiastic about their work than the locals.

Truly, the locals were too enthusiastic about them, even sowhat submissive.

Almost every tribe, when trying to find a suitable location for a factory, would bring gifts to them to 'calculate'.

The local folks didn't understand; wherever you say is suitable, that's where I'll build the factory. You say here needs a ditch, there needs to be leveled, I'll listen to you.

This delighted a group of professional old n and won, as it's well-known that city planning sotis involves a lot of political and practical factors.

Moreover, since they would have to 'paint' on the basis of an existing city, these old university students had countless 'dreams' in their hearts that could not be realized, and they could only do the job of 'city patchers'.

The current situation was what they had long desired—a blank canvas where they could splash their ink without restraint, with no one limiting them except for funding considerations.

Sangha Town's location was excellent, with mountains, water, grasslands, woods, fresh air, and evergreen throughout the seasons.

Apart from being a bit put off by those factories destined for high pollution, thus pushing them far away, the elders were too satisfied with this place.

Joe Ga was also very satisfied. A group of professionals who had grown up through tough tis knew best what the poor needed and knew what Sangha Town would be like in the future. They understood the importance of reserving space for upgrades from the start.

A small town in Central Africa, starting with a six-lane two-way road—can you believe that?

Everything was developing in a positive direction, but now, for safety reasons, Joe Ga still wanted to send them away first.

Because the dia reported the current situation in Central Africa, he was bombarded with phone calls from those old n and won's family mbers.

Qiao Liang had it worse. Doctor Zhang, Tong Tong's mother, leaked his number to those family mbers. The children of those old cadres were no easy targets, and the poor guy crumbled after being bombarded by a barrage of tactics for several days.

Joe Ga saw Tong Tong cheerfully mingling among the elderly, calling out to them and rubbing shoulders, basking in a round of praise and then, leading Dan Bao who had swept clean a fruit platter, seemingly wanting to slip outside. He said in annoyance, "Co back here. It's not safe outside right now, quickly help persuade Grandpa and Grandma, I'll send you to Dubai, or to France if you prefer.

Take a trip—it'll be like a public-funded tour. Once it's over, head back to the country."

Tong Tong's eyes lit up with excitent and she said, "Can we go to Dubai?

Prince Sayyid said his hotown is very prosperous, and he has always been inviting us to visit."

Joe Ga nodded indifferently and said, "Sure, if you can convince them, I'll arrange for you all to go have fun. But once it's over, you and Xiao Liang must return to China honestly.

This ti, I'm borrowing a private jet from a tycoon to send you back, and I'll even sponsor your stay at the best hotel in Dubai. How does that sound?"

Upon hearing this, Tong Tong expressed in disappointnt, "Ah? We have to go back? But what about my little rhino? And how about Grandma and Grandpa?"

Joe Ga couldn't help but laugh at the girl's antics. He said helplessly, "Your sense of filial piety sure is untily!

The elders can take a tour this ti, and after I finish my fight here, they can co back…

Xiao Liang's smart drone company has yet to appear, aren't you worried for him at all?"

Tong Tong, still childlike but not unreasonable, lanted as she hugged Grandmother Yuan and said, "Grandma, if I go, what will happen to my onion head? It's too small, and Dan Bao always bullies it."

As she spoke, Tong Tong covered her eyes and pretended to sob, then realized that Grandmother Yuan had absolutely no intention of comforting her. Frustrated, she kicked Qiao Liang, who was grinning sheepishly by her side, and said, "This ti I'm staying at the sail-shaped hotel, you have Prince Sayyid's esteem, you talk to him. I want to visit his brother Hamandan's zoo to see the cute white lion."

Qiao Liang nodded weakly and said, "Sure, sure, we'll go. Prince Sayyid is a man of his word, I've already talked to him…"

Joe Ga watched with a smile as his penny-pinching brother finally ca to his senses, and said, "Then you guys take care of persuading the elders. I'll have soone prepare so local specialties for them, and you can take everything back when you leave.

I recently received a batch of Zimbabwe's Golden Leaf, authentic good stuff. I had soone make a cigarette rolling machine, and produced so special supply cigarettes. You take so back and give a little to the families of those old n and won.

Those people are all high officials, so of whom even I fear for you. You still have to make a living in China, you must flatter them a bit."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Liang made a smile uglier than crying and said with difficulty, "Brother, you're worried for , aren't you?

How was I to know that Grandma Yuan would bring along the mother of a district chief in the capital?

My school is in that district; my advisor almost cried when calling ."

With so discomfort, Qiao Liang said, "Brother, can I co back after sending Grandpa and Grandma ho?

Two drones are in the sky, but there are still so things that need to be perfected.

Brother, I don't know how to fight, but I can help!"

Joe Ga hugged his brother forcefully, laughed, and said, "I don't need you here, go back and work on your smart farming.

When you succeed, I'll buy so good land in Central Africa, and from then on, I'm counting on you for our food supply."

Qiao Liang was the type to actively empathize. He knew his abilities were limited and staying might just beco a burden.

In response to his brother's comforting words, he squeezed out a smile and said, "Brother, rest assured, I will get the company up and running as soon as I return, and make sure to send the drones to you at the fastest speed."

Joe Ga smiled and nodded, saying, "Rember, Eric is one of your shareholders, seek his help whenever it's needed. He's kind of Swedish royalty, and Kopke Group's channels are also incredibly extensive…"

Elder Tong didn't like this kind of mood. He ca over and patted Qiao Liang on the shoulder, saying, "Xiao Liang, you and your brother are on different paths. Focus on doing your business well so that one day you can truly help your brother."

As he spoke, Elder Tong looked at Joe Ga and said, "Xiao Qiao, those shouts yesterday were powerful. If I were forty years younger, I'd want to stay here and fight with you.

There are many workers from China here to help; you must protect their safety.

I've seen Chinese workers in Central Africa and their spines are straighter than those from other places!

You must win so pride here. Once a person gets used to having a strong backbone, they won't beco soft in the face of trouble!"