King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Chapter 444 Angel Business Tactics (Found it, sending it out early)

Karman and Antar arrived at Joe Ga's village in the middle of the night.

It was not until this moment that P·B's Team A was truly complete.

P·B's helicopters made several trips to evacuate all the wounded, and then the remaining villagers began to pack their belongings, preparing to move to the temporary settlement in Sangha Town.

A sudden attack had given these tribes, steadfast in the jungle, a strong sense of crisis.

In the past, they were not safe, but the whole of Central Africa was the same, and they did not feel any different.

But now, things had changed. The prosperity of Sangha Town had already filled them with envy, and the mercenary assault was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Even the most reluctant tribal chiefs had to follow the laws of survival and relocate their people to a safe place.

Joe Ga had little respect for these tribal chiefs, because they always clung to their collective wealth, unwilling to let go.

At this time, they clearly wanted to come talk to him, yet they didn't even have the courage to walk up to him and look him in the eye.

Once these villagers found jobs within the industrial chain of Sangha Town, those tribes would, in effect, disappear.

Joe Ga didn't know why, but he actually felt quite pleased.

But now, he had to put on a sorrowful expression, constantly comforting those jungle dwellers who were about to leave their homes and head towards a new life.

Father Gamorre knew that his ideology of freedom had been thoroughly defeated in his struggle with P·B.

He sadly buried his niece who had accompanied him on the long journey to Central Africa, then, with a few willing militiamen, set out on a journey once more, spreading the gospel to the villages that did not want to leave the jungle.

Joe Ga took the initiative to prepare food and medicine for him, equipped his steadfast militiamen with new weapons, and then sent him off with sincere blessings.

No matter how much Father Gamorre had questioned Joe Ga's motives in the past, the old man was a good person.

The jungles of Congo also needed a good person, one who could show those natives who rarely interacted with the outside world that there was a whole new world out there.

Sangha Town was precisely in need of more people; it could absorb as many as were coming at the current time.

Father Gamorre was the first person to teach Joe Ga the importance of seeking common ground while reserving differences:

As long as there are no principal conflicts, then unity is possible.

From the phrase "unite all forces that can be united," Joe Ga had learned a great deal about the logic of handling situations and had benefited from it, and following this, his mind had also broadened quite a bit.

This feeling was particularly strange, as if one had suddenly stepped out of one's own limited perspective, standing at a higher position to look at the things around, then realizing that many conflicts are solvable...

'Balancing,' 'compromising,' not to pursue the maximum benefit in every detail but to pay attention to the whole, in the end, resulted in going with the flow.

This may just be the rudimentary form of the saying 'the best warriors do not win renown for their prowess'!

Karman furrowed his brows as he observed the village which was completely devoid of any warlike atmosphere, watching Old Bull and Tony setting up a large stove with a few Xiao Heis, serving each villager who was preparing to leave tomorrow a large bowl of beef soup, and also handing out stacks of flatbread for them to eat on the road the next day.

Then he looked at Joe Ga, who was standing under a big tree with a mysterious expression, and said to Dorian, who was laying down the law for Menon and Kuba, "What's with the boss?

Was he traumatized during the day?"

Dorian, who had been enjoying the admiring gaze of the two Xiao Hei marksmen, paused for a moment and then nodded solemnly to Karman, "The boss witnessed a skinning show today, so it's normal for him to be a bit off."

Leaning towards Karman's ear, Dorian whispered, "Dragon Gecko, 'Rhino' said you gave him some medicine, and then his nightmares disappeared. Give me some, too; I'll go and help the boss relax.

I have a lot of experience in this area, I guarantee I can make the boss laugh with just one sentence."

Knowing that Dorian was talking nonsense, Karman still nodded and said, "That witch medicine carries some risks. I've tried it on many people, but a few of them went completely insane.

If you want it, I'll give it to you..."

Hearing this, Dorian's expression turned bizarre as he hissed, "No way? Medicine that drove people mad? What kind of medicine is it?"

Karman spread his hands and said, "I don't understand it myself, I learned it from a shaman.

But according to what I've come to understand recently, that medicine is probably a kind of 'hallucinogen,' but targeted, one that draws you deep into nightmares.

Some people made it through, some reconciled, while others got stuck and couldn't come out."

Upon hearing that, Dorian, with a strange look on his face, remarked, "Isn't this just herbal meth, with one making people feel good and the other scaring them?"

Karman, not wanting to discuss the effects of the witch medicine with Dorian, shoved him and said, "Go and make the boss smile, or I'll feed you the medicine tonight, and I hope your nightmares won't be too frightening."

"No need, no need..."

Dorian waved his hands repeatedly and hurried to Joe Ga's side, saying, "Boss, Devil Bird invites you to eat lunch..."

Joe Ga was momentarily stunned, a smile instinctively spreading across his face, then he stepped towards where Old Niu and the others were.

As he passed by Karman, Joe Ga patted the old man's arm and said, "Let's go have something to eat, we're getting on the ship together tomorrow..."

Karman looked at Joe Ga's expression and with a frown asked, "Are you alright?"

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "What could be wrong with me?"

Karman, still concerned, looked into Joe Ga's eyes and pressed on, "Then why was the expression on your face so strange just now?"

Joe Ga touched his own face, curious, "Strange?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga seemed to realize something, he lowered his head and whispered in Karman's ear, "I'll tell you, seeing these people move out, I'm actually very happy.

But you know the mood isn't quite right now!"

Karman was completely baffled by Joe Ga and said with a creased forehead, not understanding, "These people running off to Sangha Town, you have to help them find jobs and feed them, what's there for you to be happy about?"

Joe Ga said with a smile, "I helped hundreds of people find jobs!"

Karman looked into Joe Ga's eyes and said with the tone of someone concerned for a patient, "Boss, shouldn't they be the ones happy about that?"

Joe Ga shook his head and said, "That's where you don't understand, people are more important than anything else!

Now that the north is stable, the development of Sangha Town is leaping forward every day; these people can find jobs there, but they always need a place to live, right?

My tube buildings have already risen by more than a dozen, just needing a group of people without clothes and food to move in first, to set an example for others."

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Karman couldn't help but touch Joe Ga's forehead, saying, "Boss, didn't you say you wanted to sell them?"

"Sell, how could I not sell?

The first batch is ten thousand US dollars each, 60 square meters, two bedrooms and a living room with a kitchen and bathroom, plus running water, and once the charcoal plant is up there will even be gas.

Of course, there's virtually no decoration, but ten thousand dollars is cheap enough."

Karman shook his head and said, "Boss, you're misunderstanding these people, where do they have ten thousand dollars to give you? If they had ten thousand dollars, they'd have gone off somewhere else a long time ago."

Joe Ga chuckled and said, "If they have no money, they can borrow it, as long as they work in my mine, I'll vouch for them, and the Central Africa Development Bank will lend them West African francs at the current exchange rate.

Now it's one US dollar for 400 West African francs, 4 million loans over 30 years, even by the cruelest mortgage interest rate we're talking about paying back 8 million, that's 22222 West African francs each month, if the father doesn't finish paying, the son continues.

Once these people go to Sangha Town, they'll work in my mines; a person can earn at least 60 US dollars per month right now, and that includes meals and drinks at the mine. If a couple both work, once the loan is paid off, they can even save one person's wage.

I pay out in US dollars, and given the current rate at which the Central African franc is devaluing, at most in 5 years, that twenty-some thousand loan won't even count as real money.

By then, I'll change the money from the repayment into US dollars through banks in other countries and save it in the Central Africa Development Bank, and as soon as I have 200 million, I don't even have to profit from the exchange rate difference, and I'll be the daddy of the Central African Bank."

Karman, who didn't understand real estate finance, vaguely saw a terrifying behemoth rising behind Joe Ga.

Seeing Karman's expression, Joe Ga chuckled and said, "Don't think I'm bullying those people, the first batch who buy will definitely get a huge bargain, the second batch I'll for sure raise the price to fifteen thousand, two years later when the third batch comes out, without twenty thousand you won't even have the privilege to look.

Given the speed of wage increases for workers in Sangha Town and the devaluation of the Central African franc, as long as they can get a loan, they'll be making a profit.

Without P.B.'s guarantee, they wouldn't be able to get the loans in the first place, I'm actually helping them."

Karman didn't understand how taking on a debt for 30 years was helping anyone, considering that the average life expectancy in Central Africa was now just around 35, this damned practice of tying three generations to one house seemed horrific.

Dorian, being an Italian, had a basic concept of real estate finance.

He grinned, got a couple of bowls of beef soup from Old Niu for his boss and Karman, handed them a flatbread each and said to Karman, "Dragon Gecko, you mustn't misunderstand the boss, he's truly doing a good deed.

The Central African franc is the joint currency of Central Africa, Congo, Gabon, and Guinea, and the boss didn't cheat the Central Africa Development Bank.

Such loan rates, if lent out even to Europa, would be considered premium assets; even if the Central African franc devalues a lot in five or ten years, the bank wouldn't lose much, because they have the boss's US dollars as a safety net, and if handled well, they could make a bundle.

Look, the villagers got houses, without actually spending much money.

Eventually, the bank makes money, the boss makes money, Sangha Town gets a lot more middle class, and moreover, it's a middle class with healthy debts.

As they say where we come from, that's economic vitality, money keeps circulating, and naturally more people start making money, then money will become even more active."

Karman, looking at Dorian's proud demeanor, shook his head and said nothing...

He trusted Joe Ga, but he just didn't understand, how did the money suddenly increase?