King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 776 - 776 707 Rapid Development of Ndele

776: Chapter 707 Rapid Developnt of Ndele 776: Chapter 707 Rapid Developnt of Ndele Joe Ga’s plane landed at the ‘Dubai Prince Airport’ in Ndele, and Ayu welcod them with a convoy of vehicles at the airport.

Joe Ga hadn’t been to Ndele for over half a year, and he felt a bit unaccustod to the changes here.

The terminal of the airport had been expanded and renovated, and two more runways were added.

The overall land area increased by more than four tis, including many hangars for parking private jets or small planes.

Not long after the convoy got on the highway, Joe Ga saw a huge construction site…

That place should have been the outskirts of Ndele, but now construction was everywhere.

That area was designated as a hotel and accommodation district by Tong Tong’s grandmother, with the highway serving as a clear boundary between the two sides…

Since Boss Qiao was the sole operator of the resort within the reserve, others who wished to invest in hotels had to look for opportunities in Ndele.

At present, the investors in the hotel area were only Prince Sayyid and the local governnt of Ndele, so there were only two large hotels under construction for the ti being.

But the residential area was much busier, as Boss Qiao’s real estate finance had spread from Sangha Town to Ndele.

‘Giant Group’s’ Old Zhu would build a large community that could accommodate 15,000 people according to Tong Tong’s grandmother’s plan, and space was reserved for expansion.

The community included a market, hospital, school, and shops…

The original site of Ndele would retain its authentic character and transform the small town into a distinctive tourist spot based on it.

Except for governnt employees, all Ndele residents would move to the residential area, which in the future would simply be their place of work.

It was because Joe Ga insisted on waiting to sell the houses only after they were built; otherwise, half of them could have been sold by now.

Joe Ga wasn’t worried about money at all…

As long as the crude oil from Tubruq and Iraq continued to be sold, the ‘supply flow’ provided by China would bring him a vast cash flow.

Of course, the expenditures in Tubruq and Iraq were also quite frightening, and so far, the earnings from these two places hadn’t fully offset the initial investnts.

However, according to the calculations of professionals, with the most formidable initial hardware and humanitarian investnts coming to an end, it would take at most three more months for these two locations to start turning a profit.

Though those ‘professionals’ had weird expressions when answering Joe Ga’s questions, as if they found it inconceivable that a tycoon like Boss Qiao would worry about money.

Gami always teased Joe Ga for not knowing how to spend money, saying that as a major shareholder of a bank with financing of over six billion euros and an estimated market value of over fifteen billion euros, always worrying about a lack of funds was an insult to their professionals.

But Joe Ga didn’t care about these views, as he had a deeply ingrained sense of crisis.

He was not used to the thods of the financial world and also found them unsafe.

Boss Qiao was conservatively Farr-like in his use of financial leverage!

He would never make investnts beyond his capabilities, which was the bottom line Joe Ga set for Gami and the ‘Pirate Fund’.

He would not compete with the market in a battle of wits but hunt within the range of his influence.

Although this might make him miss many opportunities, Joe Ga felt that only by keeping his fate in his own hands would he be at ease.

In fact, what Joe Ga didn’t know was that Gami didn’t oppose his ‘unreasonable demands’.

Instead, she fully structured the ‘Pirate Fund’ according to his thoughts, because the ‘Pirate Fund’ had already taken the shape of a capital group.

Gami was the one who understood the ways of Wall Street the best.

It was also a pyramid structure, filled at the base with a bunch of “lucky” leeks, and a group of talented financial geniuses competing with each other using intelligence and fortune in the market to form the backbone…

What outsiders thought were the high-level financiers playing insider trading, but in fact, those at the very top were involved in political transactions.

These people used money and power to influence world commodity trading, and the resulting price fluctuations, when reflected on the financial markets, translated into enormous amounts of money that were difficult to count.

The hunting model of the ‘Pirate Fund’ naturally had the embryonic form of those top-tier capitals.

Dealing with the Belgian Mining Group, dealing with the Australian Oil Group, dealing with the Arican Mining Company…

North Kivu Province of Congo had stabilised, and now P·B was leading the consolidation of Iraq’s oil resources…

Insider trading?

Boss Qiao was the one creating it!

While the situation in Southern Iraq was progressing smoothly, the ‘Pirate Fund’ launched a strong offensive in the futures market, reaping huge profits there.

North Kivu still needed a large amount of infrastructure investnt, but the orderly mining market now ford there could already partially leverage the prices of international rare minerals.

Given three years, or even less ti, when Boss Qiao announced a cutback in the production of ‘Cobalt Ore’ in North Kivu, the world price of cobalt ore would rise; his announcent of an increase in lithium mining would drop the price of lithium ore.

How could one not find it amusing that a person like him cried poor daily?

It’s a pity that Gami, the Swedish miss, wasn’t Joe Ga, and the financial elites she recruited understood his thinking even less.

They weren’t the gun-toting kind, so they naturally lacked a sense of reverence for the power generated by guns.

They had spent too long in the stable areas of Europe and Arica to adequately anticipate the risks of Africa.

But Boss Qiao was different from them; he knew how hard it was to build his business and how difficult it was to maintain it!

According to his ideals, to maintain P·B’s status in the long term, he needed continuous expansion until he could stand up to anyone and confidently say ‘no’!

For soone who dealt in ‘guns’, money was never enough!

Joe Ga had the convoy take a tour around Ndele and found that many foreign tourists had co to this quaint little town.

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Perhaps it’s because they inherently feel superior, or they don’t want other places to develop, but Europeans and Aricans always say they really like these pristine locations.

Whenever they see a primitive tribe, they urge them to continue maintaining their original ecology, suggesting occasional visits as guests would suffice.

However, when you put them in Ndele, you can see the difference.

In those even more primitive places, swarming with flies, they wouldn’t set foot; at most, they would take a few distant photos and lant the backwardness of the area.

What these wealthy tourists love are one elaborately staged tourist spot after another…

The intense display of ethnic customs there is actually the result of the Ndele governnt officials, heeding Boss Joe’s advice, taking so of the locals’ habits, regardless of whether they’re good or bad, exaggerating and dramatizing them, then systematically summarizing and using the town as a showcase…

For example, an alcoholic drink fernted from cassava is exaggerated to require girls under 18 to chew the cassava and squeeze out the juice with their mouths before fernting it…

When tourists visit, a group of enthusiastic young black girls would drag them to try it out.

After the tourists reluctantly or happily try it, they sell them a high-priced bottle of cassava wine, rebranded with the Ndele trademark claiming to be brewed with modern techniques.

Or, take the wood carving shops that are so popular they have queues…

An old ‘wizard’ without any teeth guards the place, holding a wooden bowl claiming to contain the blood of a lion, requiring every visitor to let the wizard mark their forehead with lion’s blood before entering.

Then, if a tourist buys a wood carving by Namo, the wizard will also offer a ‘blessing’ service for free.

It’s like opening a few bottles of Spades A at a nightclub and having a dance group co up to perform.

Here, it’s even more extravagant; as long as you purchase an expensive wood carving, a dozen n in grass skirts will rush towards you…

Shouting nonsensical slogans and dancing primitive steps, under the wizard’s lead, they make you feel the primitive charm of Africa, and incidentally ‘bless’ your wood carving, ultimately telling you that a certain deity will watch over you!

This marketing gimmick, which isn’t worth much once exposed, has produced a bizarre effect in Ndele.

Joe Ga, with his one-sided summary of the tourism industry, provided technical guidance to Ndele.

He had no idea if it was good or bad, but seeing the smiles on the faces of those little blacks, he guessed that the money from those wealthy folks was fairly easy to earn.

After all, exchange rates differ, and price disparities are even greater.

For them, spending a few or even dozens to buy so fun and experience cultural traditions probably feels pretty satisfying.

The one responsible for guiding Boss Joe was the Mayor of Ndele, Linda, who used to be an assistant to Joe’s assistant, Lenore.

This girl, claiming to have studied abroad, then relying on her mother’s long title as a Central African senior official overseeing the environnt, followed Boss Joe to Ndele.

After seeing a series of princes and princesses, she took the position of the town’s mayor.

Now, Linda was sitting in a car with Boss Joe…

Looking at Joe nodding all the way, Linda laughed, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said, “Boss, the investnt in Ndele has reached an unprecedented level.

This place will beco a true jewel, and your investnt will yield massive returns.”

Joe Ga paused for a mont, then chuckled and shook his head, saying, “Tourism is an industry; rember my words, if the profits of Ndele’s tourism industry are moving towards one company, then your job is to crash that company, or else Ndele’s favourable situation will end sooner or later.”

With that, Joe Ga looked at the bewildered, Linda said with a laugh, “What are you staring at for?

P·B is not that company, nor is the Global Hunting Group.

Ndele is not Sangha Town!

My expectations for this place are entirely different!

My accountant tells it will take 15 years to recoup my investnt with Prince Sayyid in Ndele.

Well, given that prince’s character, I reckon the accountant’s calculation is a bit too optimistic.

My core industry here is just a resort, and I never thought about going out on the street to dance for tips from tourists.

The tourism industry belongs to everyone in Ndele, and it’s your responsibility as the mayor to ensure that most people benefit from it.

Maintain orderly developnt and gradually grow the business.”

Linda ‘ah?’ in surprise and said in disbelief, “Boss, if you stop investing, that master planner has designed a new primitive town for us.

Ndele needs to go through several rounds of transformation…”

Joe Ga looked at Linda amusingly and said, “What if I invest in the transformation, and then all the property rights in Ndele Town will belong to , and I’m responsible for renting them to you to open stores?”

Linda naturally said, “Yes, isn’t that good?

I consulted my mother’s opinion, and she told …”

“She told you to give benefits so you could get more resources, pushing you up the ladder…”

Saying this, Joe Ga looked at the slightly embarrassed Linda, shook his head and chuckled, “You’re not quite up to Lenore’s level because you’re speculating.

I’m not criticizing you, but telling you, to beco a good politician you first need to do your job well; then your value will be amplified.

If you were , would you rather invest in an excellent governnt manager or a speculator?

Lenore told her dream is to beco the president of Central Africa…

What about you?

To inherit your mother’s position managing lakes and forests with a title so long I can’t even rember?”

Hearing this, Linda exclaid in surprise, “Boss, do you expect us to…”

Joe Ga interrupted Linda with a wave of his hand, and with a smile, he said, “What I hope for is not important, and I’m willing to help you!

But you need to have grand ambitions, not just think about freeloading off my success to make speculative gains.

Do you think that’s interesting?”

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