King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

The sudden news threw Joe Ga into a brief spell of anxiety.

It's an extremely rare state for Joe Ga...

No matter what kind of danger he encountered in the past, as long as he clearly knew who the enemy was, Joe Ga could always find a solution and create profit amidst the conflict.

But now, he can't figure out who the specific enemy is!

Given Joe's current strength and status, plus his friends, theoretically, no one can target him without making a sound.

But the reality is that Joe Ga feels very uneasy; the smoother things go, the more uneasy he feels.

This feeling is actually quite terrifying. In fact, if old Bayer, with the establishment party, publicly declared war on him, he might not feel so uncomfortable instead.

But now it's clear that old Bayer's attention is not on P·B. If indeed someone is targeting P·B and Joe's current circle of friends is unaware, then the situation is truly frightening.

If Joe Ga's feeling is real, then what's creating this situation must not be an individual, or even a political party, but a class...

Only when a large group of people have formed a tacit understanding can such subtle pressure emerge.

This kind of thing has happened many times in America...

For example, the silence over the massacre of Indians...

Or the issues in rescue and reconstruction after natural disasters...

This tacit understanding doesn't even need to be loudly declared, but is an action born from shared positions among the beneficiaries.

For instance, when the old mother wanted to massively build low-rent housing in Harbour Island to alleviate the youth housing problem there, a group of beneficiaries, under the guise of 'falling house prices,' coerced those who bought homes during the boom period to desperately hinder a plan clearly beneficial to the majority.

Do they really have the capability to mobilize millions in a short time?

No!

But they did it!

Not because they're particularly powerful, but because they've controlled the most profitable industries during development, and used human greed to coerce a bunch of people.

And those coerced people, in order to avoid bankruptcy due to house prices falling below their debt, have to stand by their side.

These beneficiaries are like parasites feeding off the nation, an unshakable group in any country.

This group exists worldwide, only the industries they delve into differ, and their methods vary due to the completeness of local laws.

For example, the conglomerates of Island Nation and Peninsula, the financial, insurance, and pharmaceutical giants in America, the real estate industry in the old mother's territory, African warlords, multinational agricultural companies in South America, oil giants in the Middle East, etc...

In any country, any policy not aligning with their demands and impacting their interests will be opposed.

And interestingly, this beneficiary class doesn't even need to collude, for they share similar values and means of amassing wealth. Once one leads, others follow suit naturally.

In such a situation, finding a specific enemy is impossible, and Joe feels he might be facing the top financial class of America.

In the past few years, Gami's huge gains might have touched this class's sensitive nerve, making them feel threatened.

Joe Ga can't determine if his thoughts are real, as he has no evidence to support his suspicions, which is why he feels anxious.

But after a brief period of anxiety, Joe Ga temporarily put the matter aside, as he had more pressing issues to handle.

To resolve issues on Aqionghan's side within two months, everything needed to be accelerated...

Lying for a while at the tent entrance, Joe Ga stood up, hugged Monica, who had caught his anxiety, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I've got everything under control!

Even if we lose everything in America, P·B will still be P·B, and Hu Lang will still be Hu Lang!"

Monica, frightened by Joe's tone of 'pessimism,' clung to his arm, saying, "No, no..."

Joe Ga shook his head with a smile, saying, "I don't think so either, but always being prepared for the worst is my habit. Only when I'm sure I can afford to lose can I confront my opponents calmly."

Looking at the uncertainty in Monica's dazzling eyes, he smiled and said, "Originally, I wanted to take you back to America and resolve things, but I've changed my mind now.

You stay, stay by Igor's side, help him with problems he can't solve.

Do what you must, but don't touch P·B's resources, keep pulling funds from America in your hands, see if you can unsettle some people.

I need some specific targets to set a rough boundary for my opponents."

Monica, surprised, said, "What can I do?"

Joe Ga, touching his chin, said with a smile, "Do what you do best!

Spend money!

Let Igor handle war strategies, let Jacques try charity, you just focus on spending money!

Kandahar is a region we must stabilize, as it will concentrate a large population in the future.

You can invest in whatever industry you want!

Department stores, luxury office buildings, luxury apartments...

Don't worry about anything else, just burn through the funds raised from those unfortunate souls listing the subsidiary!"

Monica, wide-eyed, asked, "What's the point of that?"

Joe Ga laughed, "The subsidiary's market cap is less than $800 million, and you've raised about $500 million from those people's hands.

Burn through it all!

If those people can't sit still, then my opponents aren't too formidable, and I can relax a bit...

If we burn through this money and they still hold steady, we should prepare for the worst."

Monica, a bit unwilling, said, "That was hard-earned by you..."

Joe Ga pretended not to see Monica's lingering thought, saying with a smile, "It's just money, I didn't find it hard-earned at all..."

Holding Monica's shoulder, taking a deep breath at her neck's lasting fragrance, he said, "I know you can't have children, and you left your Brazilian businesses to Kitten.

Originally, the New York businesses were your compensation, but I can't give you a potentially risky business.

I truly don't have time, so let Igor, as your stand-in father, secure a piece of land for you.

You bring all the money to Kandahar, burn it all, as long as you can build enough industries and influence enough people, with support from Jia Liang Trade, you'll be the queen of Kandahar!

Kandahar's political atmosphere is unique; it'll be Aqionghan's window to the world in the future, and a woman's rule here will bring many benefits!"

Monica, hearing this, snuggled deeper into Joe's embrace, whispering, "I want to go back to the room..."

Joe Ga laughed heartily and shook his head. Occasionally, he too indulged in wanton pleasure, but his mind wasn't on that now...

With a firm pat on Monica's backside, bringing her back to her senses, Joe Ga held her as they walked into the tent, catching the scurrying Igor and said, "Kid, while you're responsible for the fight, ensure Monica's safety, got it?"

Igor, frowning, looked at the frail Monica and disdainfully said, "I'm a major general, where do I find the time?

Get her a plane ticket to Sangha Town..."

Seeing Monica's anger distorting her nose, Joe Ga proudly ruffled Igor's hair, saying, "Good job, keep it up, Hu Lang's son shouldn't get tripped up by women, haha..."

Monica, angrily tugging at Igor's ear and amidst his complaining, squatted next to him, whispering something...

Igor, frowning, looked at Monica, saying, "Really?"

Monica nodded seriously, saying, "I promise..."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Igor bumped fists with Monica, saying, "Then you stay, I'll protect you..."

Joe Ga didn't know what Monica said to Igor and didn't ask, but he walked over to Nis and said, "I want to accelerate progress on Aqionghan's side..."