King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 979: 876: When I Say I'll Slap Your Face, I'll Slap

Chapter 979: Chapter 876: When I Say I’ll Slap Your Face, I’ll Slap Your Face

Joe Ga wasn’t aware of what was happening elsewhere; in the end, he ceded the stage to Bigmouth Tang, allowing him to hold a very successful campaign rally.

Initially, Joe Ga thought that many of the things he’d said earlier were already bordering on excess, but he wasn’t prepared for Bigmouth Tang to take it even further.

This guy relentlessly criticized the governance of the black folks and Rashiri, labeling Rashiri as a greedy spokesperson for big capital. On top of that, he loudly condemned the current president as weak and incompetent—a clueless idiot.

Bigmouth Tang intentionally riled up the audience’s nationalism, almost like he wished the crowd would storm the White House right then and there.

Joe Ga looked around at the crowd’s nonchalant reaction. In amazent, he turned to Steven and said, “If an ordinary person said the sa things, they would’ve already landed in jail.

Was I being too reserved earlier? Honestly, I think I didn’t even show my full hand…”

Steven paused for a mont, then shook his head and chuckled, replying, “That’s Bigmouth Tang’s style—lots of people love him, but just as many hate him.

The political correctness pushed by the establishnt has gone a bit overboard. It’s hurt conservatives across the board.

Combine that with the shrinking industrial capital and rising unemploynt rates, and Bigmouth Tang has found the perfect audience and opportunity.”

Joe Ga nodded thoughtfully and said, “A sharply divided society is like this—blue-collar middle-class folks have it the worst. A small change can completely shatter their lives.

Honestly, being broke makes life tough no matter where you are, right?”

Steven nodded affirmatively and said, “Of course. When you’re broke, it feels like the entire world is against you.

But as long as you have money, you’ll find that everything becos simpler.

All of our efforts ultimately boil down to ‘money.’ The key is the ‘US Dollar.’ If the dollar isn’t stable, the world isn’t stable, and wars will erupt.

Our military owes its growth to US debt; you know how high the depreciation rate for military equipnt is. To cover the interest on the debt, we rely on the military to generate profits.

For now, this model appears relatively stable!”

Joe Ga didn’t necessarily agree with Steven’s theory, but he did share one sentint:

Investing in the military is essentially an investnt, and investnts demand returns.

Looking back at Europe and Arica, you’ll understand why the nations under NATO’s frawork are unwilling to develop their own military forces.

Without the pressure to defend their nations, the return on military investnt is just too low.

Arica’s mind-boggling military expenditure not only builds an enormous military force but also stimulates rapid growth in many high-tech industries.

This governnt-driven industrial transformation is one of the critical reasons the United States remains at the pinnacle of technological innovation.

Famous projects like the Manhattan atomic bomb program and the Apollo moon landing are pri examples; no one can deny the impact these initiatives had on the world.

These projects’ success elevated Arica to the peak of Earth’s technological mountain, allowing it to look down on all other countries.

That was only the beginning, and Arica quickly grew accustod to this pattern, as its benefits were continuous and carried imnse scalability.

Even if such investnts fail, the outcos generated by large monetary inputs still yield enormous benefits for the entire country…

For instance, take the world’s most advanced fighter jet, the F-22, and the most cutting-edge warship, the Zumwalt.

The F-22 program involved over 200 companies and nearly 100,000 people, and the research required a whopping $40 billion, yet the US Army procured only slightly over 100 jets.

The Zumwalt is even more extravagant…

From a purely comrcial perspective, the F-22 and Zumwalt projects were failures.

However, these projects didn’t just create jobs during the research phase; the technological breakthroughs led to nurous derivative products, generating trendous economic benefits.

Joe Ga wanted a piece of this pie, so the bullet production line he’d ordered from Germany was already en route to the copper mines in North Kivu.

Joe Ga intended to develop new high-caliber bullets—eting his personal demands while also aiming to compete for national bullet contracts.

Beyond that, he hoped to create a bullet supply chain that could directly process raw tal resources onsite, connecting Sangha Town and North Kivu Province while extending the supply chain.

But this wasn’t sothing one man could accomplish alone…

Even gunpowder alone could be broken down into countless subcategories, not to ntion tallurgy and casting demands…

Joe Ga’s unique advantages could et his personal needs, allowing him to lead a small team across the battlefield, but they couldn’t fulfill the requirents of P·B or the broader market.

Building a new supply chain required him to initiate a pilot project that could attract local and even foreign investnt.

If Joe Ga could produce bullets, others could manufacture grenades, mortar shells, and artillery rounds…

If they could produce weapons, they could also create civilian goods.

The benefits of expanding an industrial chain and extending a supply chain were self-evident…

Stability, stability—Joe Ga craved stability!

Only with a stable base could his business endure for the long term.

Steven was right: ‘Money’ was crucial. To soone like him from Arica, the US Dollar was paramount.

For Joe Ga, ‘US Dollars’ and ‘Euros,’ these international currencies were equally significant. But even more important was converting this money into tangible industry developnt.

For Joe Ga, re cash was no longer enough!

With humanitarian corridors gradually stabilizing, Joe Ga had piles of cash at his disposal, and he needed to determine where to allocate these funds.

Sangha Town was still losing money, and Tubruq and the safety zones still required investnt. Nonetheless, the trade surpluses had started to offset a portion of the imdiate expenses, turning a profit.

Joe Ga planned to entrust the excess cash to Gami for banking operations, but simply earning currency returns wasn’t enough for him—he wanted to develop more industries…

After the rally, Joe Ga left the venue with Steven. He intended to brainstorm with Steven to see if he could persuade his wife to invest in Central Africa’s oil and gas resources.

However, as Joe Ga passed Jared, he noticed Ika standing by him worriedly…

Initially, Joe Ga had thought about finding a quiet spot to confront soone, but when he saw Jared smugly greeting New York elites…

He suddenly halted and smiled slightly at the concerned Ika, and just as Jared was about to speak, Joe Ga grabbed him by the neck, pulling him forward and thrusting his head fiercely into Jared’s nose…

With a crisp ‘crunch,’ Jared let out a muffled groan, clutching his shattered nose as he collapsed to the ground.

Ika scread, squatting down to assist Jared while glaring furiously at the unmoved Joe Ga, shouting, “Enough!”

Joe Ga stared calmly at Jared, whose face was sared with blood, glaring back with equal amounts of confusion and venom. Shaking his head indifferently, Joe Ga spoke, “I said I’d smash his face, and I follow through.

You all know what he’s done. Greed is human, but there are things you shouldn’t take that don’t belong to you.”

With that, Joe Ga clapped Steven and Eric on the shoulders and walked away. He called back to Ika, “This is just the beginning. It’s not over yet. I’ll be waiting for your husband to apologize to and my friends.”

Joe Ga’s words seed casual, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.

Bannon, the previously invisible political advisor, looked on gleefully at the bewildered Jared before resolutely trailing after Joe Ga’s group, hoping to use Eric to establish a connection with the real boss.

The exit was located behind the venue, so those at the front couldn’t see what had happened, but many New York elites witnessed the scene firsthand.

They didn’t know the exact reason for the incident, but they could all sense that Joe Ga and Bigmouth Tang were not entirely aligned. Otherwise, Joe Ga would never have treated Tang’s son-in-law this way.

By giving Tang’s supporters a massive sweetener and then drenching him with icy water in front of the elites, Joe Ga’s sudden shift left Tang deeply unsettled.

His gaze flitted between his son-in-law and Joe Ga before he decisively shook his head and left the venue.

He neither followed Joe Ga nor stayed to console his injured son-in-law.

Ika refused to let the incident jeopardize her father’s political career. She signaled two terrified assistants to help the miserable Jared up, draping his head with a suit jacket as she hustled him to a car…

In the car heading to the hospital, Jared clutched handfuls of tissues to his constantly bleeding mouth and nose…

That headbutt from Joe Ga hadn’t just shattered his nose; it had also crushed his self-esteem.

“That lunatic—how dare he do this to …”

Listening to her husband’s muffled roars of anger, Ika coldly said, “When you sold information about Eric’s girlfriend and made promises to Mayor Ludi, didn’t you think about the repercussions of ssing with others’ interests?

Did you think Hu Lang and Steven’s group would provide help for free?”

Looking at Jared’s increasingly sinister expression, Ika grabbed his arm forcefully. “Haven’t you realized by now that Hu Lang is warning you, , and my father…

The tricks you use for business have no bearing on soone like Hu Lang!

His operations dwarf you and father combined. What makes you think you can steal sothing that belongs to him?”

Infuriated, Jared slamd his fist into the back of the driver’s seat, startling the driver…

“How dare he? Just because he gave a speech?

No—my father is the president; it’ll be him who makes the final decisions!”

Ika looked at the enraged Jared with a frosty expression and said, “He’s my father…

You need to take so ti to cool down…”

Jared froze; he wasn’t naive. He understood perfectly well what the current situation entailed.

What baffled him was how a ‘political investor’ dared treat him like this—it was nothing like he had imagined.

Watching Ika’s cold deanor, Jared shook his head painfully and asked, “What does he an by waiting for my apology?”

Ika looked at the disheveled Jared and sighed, saying, “It’s exactly what it sounds like—he’s waiting for you to apologize and offer restitution. Otherwise, this won’t be over.

Jared, you made a stupid mistake…”