King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 498 480: Business Tactics of Boss Qiao2

Joe Ga looked at Princess Amina, who seed eager to argue, and shook his head, "Don't argue, we can't determine right or wrong in this matter in a short ti.

Nis said she's willing to help you, and so am I, but on the condition that the danger is controllable."

As he spoke, Joe Ga pointed at Chris, whose mind was on gold, and said, "See this guy?

Inside NATO, they're all like him, and the Iraqi army is also in disarray.

I've crossed swords with so veteran ISIS fighters in Niger. Those people are very formidable.

The fight definitely won't end in two months as he suggested, because in just two months, it's impossible for the Iraqi governnt to even evacuate the civilians in Mosul City, let alone talk about large-scale bombing.

Even if you set up a safe zone at the border of the two countries, sending supplies through the war zone is impossible.

And you've probably never been to the poorest places in Central Africa. The Middle East, no matter how poor, has oil, and it's always in the spotlight of international attention.

But it's different here. The average life expectancy is only 35 years old, and many of them have never tasted what bread is like in their lifeti.

Sangha Town does lack people, but if you ask those refugees, who would want to co to Central Africa?

You want to save people, no problem. Whatever those Kurdish female soldiers and the won and children with nowhere to go need, I'll send it to them, no matter the effort, and I'm not afraid to trouble myself. Even if they want to escape, I could also help find a way.

Because doing such things would earn you praise and attention from the outside world, and objectively, it could make my operations go more smoothly.

Don't think of as rcenary. That's the reality. I have thousands of people under relying on for their livelihoods, and I can't act recklessly.

The news Chris brought has inford that I do have the capability to stir things up there.

But what that entails isn't what I want, nor what you want. So I think it's unnecessary."

Joe Ga's words left Princess Amina ashen-faced, and Antar, who had been silent until now, took hold of Amina's arm, whispering in her ear, "You all don't understand the boss, the way he does things is completely different from the thods we're familiar with.

Let's wait for Eric to arrive. He'll be here this afternoon. First, we need to unite our thoughts, then propose them to the boss.

Don't tell the boss how to do his job. He knows far more than we think!

The thing we're trying to do is actually quite small. It's just that the situation within Iraq has made it seem a bit distorted.

You don't need to overthink. Just propose the goal, and if the boss thinks it's achievable, he will definitely make it happen.

Don't rush. We have ti. Nis will support us…"

After Antar finished speaking, he led Princess Amina out of the mansion's restaurant, while Chris, like a piece of sticky toffee, lingered there.

Joe Ga, of course, understood that the guy ant well. After all, taking on contracts to make money is what military contracting companies do.

After spending several months in Washington, Chris managed to secure such a qualification, and he actually perford very well.

But still, as Joe Ga always said, his manpower and energy were insufficient…

The fighting near Sangha Town was wrapping up, and after that, P·B was set to move into the North Kivu Province of Congo.

Nova City to the north needed to be sorted out, and there was a negotiation with the French business delegation that required Boss Qiao's involvent.

Where would he find ti for Arica?

However, the promise he made to Princess Amina wasn't just lip service…

Right now, this girl was like a beacon of morality. Holding her was a free pass anywhere, and placing her in Sangha Town would be most beneficial!

It was absolutely impossible for her to go to Iraq, but if she wanted to exercise a bit of humanitarianism there, Joe Ga would definitely support her.

Whatever those won and children that Princess Amina cared about needed, if Boss Qiao couldn't send it in, couldn't Aaron? If all else failed, they'd use transport planes for airdrops. Princess Amina had a wealthy family and a brother who doted on her. What's a little expense?

The kind of business trading supplies for arms that Chris spoke of isn't unfeasible, but Boss Qiao didn't find it necessary because his clients currently couldn't absorb those goods, and letting Chris sell them would an the client base would beco uncontrollable.

Iraq now is like Ukraine in the early days, with the legacy of the Soviet Union providing a foundation for them to squander and exchange for money.

The military weapons of Iraq are all from Saddam's stockpile, as well as those the Aricans practically gave away.

There is such an abundance that even the high-end gadgets the U.S. Army gave away can be sold for so money.

To exchange a few million dollars' worth of goods for military weapons valued at hundreds of millions isn't delusional, flipping those items ans profits multiplied by tenfold.

This kind of business would be very profitable for anyone else, but for Boss Joe, it seems sowhat like a chicken rib—an unsatisfying venture.

As he watched Princess Amina leave, Joe Ga squinted at Chris, who was becoming increasingly eager to make a profit for Gami's sake, and said, "Got money-making fever, have you?"

Upon seeing Joe's unmoved expression, Chris sighed and replied, "Who doesn't want to make money?"

Joe nodded and said, "Making money isn't hard. You could take commissions under P·B's na as well, but you can't get involved in arms trading..."

"Why not?"

With a sneer, Joe replied, "Because even without guessing, I know exactly who your clients would be.

It's either Hamas in the west of Iraq or circling out from the Persian Gulf to Yen.

How much money could they possibly have?

It's true that the weapons cost practically nothing, but have you considered the risks?

I'm not a solo runner. Why should I get involved in such odious business?"

While speaking, Joe looked at Chris, who seed on the verge of speaking, and waved his hand, saying, "Don't bother, let guess, hmm, Iran is backing Yen so they don't need you fussing over it, that ans it's got to be Hamas.

Spill it, which Prince of Qatar have you got on the hook?"

With a sigh, Chris said, "Hu Lang, can you not be so shrewd? That prince is an important client of mine."

Joe looked at Chris with contempt and said, "For this so-called important client, you're willing to push Prince Al-Sani's sister into the fire pit?

All princes of Qatar—one you cozy up to and one you offend. In the end, it all cancels out. What's the point?"

Chris, whose way of thinking was entirely different from Joe's, said dejectedly, "Why would it offend Al-Sani? I'm helping Princess Amina realize her ambitions.

She remains an angel, but since when can't angels do business?"

Joe looked at Chris with disdain and said, "That's why we can't have a proper conversation. Your mind is filled with money, which is why making money is doubly difficult for you.

I don't mind if you take tasks under the na of P·B, but I'm not going to put people in Mosul, and further negotiations with the Iraqi Governnt are required.

I have a way to make big money and earn a good reputation...

Do you want to hear my thod?"

Chris's eyes lit up, and he looked at Joe like an eager student seeking knowledge, and said, "Tell , tell , we can collaborate!"

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