King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga had not expected an actual "Angel" to arrive on his turf.

And what an Angel—with influential parents and formidable skills!

Joe Ga couldn't envy the skill of rebirth, but that always seemingly carefree cowboy, TC, was just too enviable.

The guy was handsome, but Joe Ga still felt he wasn't good enough for Jemma.

Of course, Joe Ga would never admit it was his jealousy at play!

It really pissed him off how TC flaunted his fiancée all over town.

But jealousy aside, he couldn't miss out on the benefits that were due to him.

Money was a must!

Setting up the company in America involved terrifying tax rates, but the international military contract qualifications and end-user certificates were too attractive.

There were plenty of ways to avoid taxes, but qualifications were hard to come by.

The powerful PMC companies of South Africa paled in comparison on the international scene to the qualified tycoons in America—they were instantly reduced to nothing.

It wasn't about a lack of strength, but simply playing in different leagues.

While you were still peddling security services door-to-door, scraping together peanuts, others were signing contracts with the United State Department of Defense to take over their missions in war zones.

Joe Ga certainly wasn't at that level, as he lacked both the strong resources and the extensive connections, but having the qualifications was still better than not. Who knew if they might be useful later?

Moreover, the recognized military indemnity firms' "end-user qualifications" were something Joe Ga had always coveted.

They would allow him to bypass various review policies and deal directly with major arms dealers, then act as a middleman to sell the weapons to those in need.

Of course, there were legal risks involved, but risks implied there were ways to circumvent them. As long as nothing too outrageous occurred, like causing a major TS or affecting the interests of NATO powers severely, nobody would really care. Experience tales at empire

Moreover, Joe Ga didn't plan to deal with terrorists. He had a clear path marked out for himself—to first firmly grasp the route from Kenya to Central Africa and then deepen his involvement in the countries along this route.

The military contract business and arms trade were both viable as long as Joe Ga had enough capital. He could even try using funds as leverage, exchanging arms and military services for mining resources, then attempt to grow bigger and stronger.

Joe Ga certainly couldn't outplay those political heavyweights, but he didn't aim to be a player or compete for political benefits—scraps were enough for him to thrive on.

Seeing the quality of the gold mine, Joe Ga was sure he'd profit even if he gave up the two iron mines.

His gold didn't need the final step of purification; just mining the ore and roughly separating the gold was enough, as he could refine the gold using the Omnipotent Toolbox and ensure a purity of 999.

This step alone would save a significant amount of cost and eliminate unnecessary losses.

The only decision now was whether to gradually add equipment and personnel, honestly mining for 10 years to earn four to six hundred million,

or to quickly set up equipment, rapidly increase manpower, and compress that time to three to five years, earning only two to four hundred million.

With this gold mine as a foundation, not only were the costs of Colonel Ka's armory recouped, but even the costs of waged battles were roughly covered. Even considering the wear and tear on aircraft, Joe Ga was making money.

The two iron mines were pure profit—no matter how much he made, it was pure profit that could go straight into his pocket!

If the Union Bank was willing to open its coffers, Joe Ga could make a fortune—after all, running away was always an option.

At this stage, having a "Wealthy Princess" bring advantages to his doorstep was too good an opportunity to pass up out of fear.

At this moment, Joe Ga was in an excellent mood, finding everything much more pleasing to the eye.

Even when that guy Salah came up to bother him, he wasn't particularly annoyed. He gestured for Ayu to drag him away and then called Karman and Nis for a private meeting.

Jemma's project was huge and couldn't be prepared in a day or two. The coordination of various interests required a lot of time, giving Joe Ga a three to five-month buffer.

Joe Ga had three months to firmly establish P·B Company in the region, and then he would have time to go to America to finalize the company's paperwork.

This meant timing was slightly tight, as the training of new recruits wasn't yet up to par. For these three months, it seemed Joe Ga would have to take to the field with his mercenaries himself.

After sharing the terms he had agreed on with Jemma with a few close confidants, Joe Ga looked at an excited Dorian and said with a smile, "Do you have something to say?"

Dorian spread his hands and said, "Boss, haven't you realized? Just by relocating the company to America and obtaining the contractor qualifications, you'll have a chance to carve up the pie.

The most profitable places for mercenaries worldwide are in Iraq, Aqionghan, and Syria. The contracts from the United State Department of Defense start at eight-digit figures.

Boss, even if you're too busy to handle it personally, just securing a few military contracts and subcontracting them to other mercenary companies would be a guaranteed big profit venture.

Though the medical general isn't a very powerful official, his influence in the military is still significant."

"We can't secure the large contracts, but there's definitely a chance for those small ones that the giants overlook."

"I have comrades in Aqionghan who are earning a daily wage of 300 patrolling, while their bosses make big money."

"As long as you can secure a contract in Aqionghan, I can reach out to my former comrades to become our subcontractors. They could fulfill the contract for half, maybe a third of the price."

"This is a deal to make big money!"

Joe Ga did not interrupt Dorian as he shared his ambitious dream. Could business competition, which was one of the cruelest types in the world, be even more brutal when carried out by armed mercenaries?

A newbie like himself thinking he could mess around just because he was close to a medical general was definitely not just facing a simple business setback.

People give you contracts and help you qualify because they are searching for suitable allies for their daughters, not because they owe you a favor, or because they like you that much.

Those real giant contractors mostly have financial investment groups behind them and generally have long-term consultative firms in Washington. They pay a hefty consultation fee annually for this.

Most of these consulting firms' lists include some ex-politician or a current politician's child. This is essentially indirect bribery, only they think it makes them appear more respectable.

To say that these consulting firms influence America would be inaccurate, but they certainly can influence America's policy direction in some ways."

For instance, the allocation of military budgets, military contract bidding, and other such matters.

Military contractors and those in the military-industrial complex take a substantial portion of America's annual military spending.

"What kind of power is that?"

Competing with them requires an extremely solid background, not something you could achieve just by knowing a medical general."

After Dorian finished speaking, he noticed that no one responded. He glanced at Karman's dim eyes, sighed, and said, "I'm just speaking hypothetically, but we still have a chance."

Then, looking at Joe Ga, he added, "Boss, I'm right, aren't I?"

Joe Ga smiled and nodded, saying, "You're right. What's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish?

I support you, so we need to act quickly. Once we're established, we'll make a trip to America.

In the past, we were just dabbling, but this time I want to truly build the framework of a multinational corporation."

"Africa is just a small pond. Whether or not we end up swimming in the ocean, let's first secure our ticket."

Compared to Nis, Antar, and Ayu, who just nodded along, Karman seemed somewhat non-committal."

Karman supported all of Joe Ga's decisions, but he personally felt indifferent towards America and was clueless about multinational companies and such businesses."

The old guy thought the current situation was just fine. People shouldn't reach too high; it's better to eat the meat right in front of you to fatten yourself up.

Calling him 'short-sighted' seemed a bit disrespectful, but he was indeed limited by his understanding of the world. He led a very practical life, so he couldn't resonate with Joe Ga on this issue.

When Joe Ga turned his gaze towards him, Karman paused before saying, "I'm good at fighting, but I know nothing about doing business.

Boss, you decide. Let's take out some drug traffickers first, and then if you want to go to America, I'll go with you.

But we can't stay there too long, because once we cut off the drug traffickers' routes, we will face their backlash, and you can't be away from here for too long."

Joe Ga listened carefully and nodded in understanding, then looking towards Nis and Antar, who seemed unexcited, he spread his hands in exasperation and said, "Why aren't you excited?

This is a good thing, a chance for promotion, a pay raise, and to make big money. Your expressions make me feel very unaccomplished."

Antar looked at Nis, who kept her head down and didn't speak. She turned to Joe Ga and smiled, "Boss, some snipers aren't good at dreaming. They usually focus on the present."

"Discussing something years in the future is too remote for us; I think it's better to talk about building a house in Sangha Town."

"You can't always live in the base. Sangha Town is your territory; once you're there, you should have a place to stay."

It wasn't exactly a cold shower, but Joe Ga was brought back to reality.

Looking at Antar's smiling face and then at Nis, who kept her head down, Joe Ga smacked his lips and said, "Then let's build a house. Devil Bird and Owl will take care of it. Build a big house, it must have a large courtyard. You guys decide how to decorate, but I insist on planting tomatoes in the yard; I like tomatoes. Otherwise, just make sure everyone is comfortable."

Nis, who had been silent, finally looked up at Joe Ga with a timid expression and asked, "How big do you want the house to be?"

Joe Ga gestured grandly and said, "As big as you say. I'm too busy to care about such little details."

Antar looked at Nis's face, which seemed as if it might catch fire at any moment, and giggled.

Dorian winked comically at Karman, just about to say something witty when he shut his mouth under Karman's threatening gaze, pretending to be blind and seeing nothing...

Ayu looked around, feeling somewhat perplexed as usual, then she shifted her position slightly and the makeshift stool she was sitting on collapsed instantly.