Chapter 1850 - 1528: Just Do It
The plane landed discreetly on Crete, Greece...
Joe Ga stayed in the plane's lounge without coming out...
Ayu, a bit worried, went into the lounge to check on him and found the boss was on the phone the entire time, continuously recording something with his hands.
Ayu didn't understand what the boss was doing, but she knew the boss needed quiet at this time...
Because this situation had occurred several times before, each time the boss was like this, PB would make some adjustments, and then this company would grow even stronger!
So Ayu chose to stand guard at the door of the lounge, not allowing anyone to approach.
Everyone thought their boss was dealing with some kind of trouble and needed some quiet time.
Little did they know that what Joe Ga was doing had nothing to do with the current mission...
At this time, he chose to organize funds and resources, and tilted them towards the 'Warrior Space Center' in Somali.
The 'Moon Project' tender had ended over a year ago, and there had yet to be an optimal solution selected from the numerous proposals.
However, Joe Ga couldn't wait any longer; he needed to launch a lunar rocket before the end of the year...
Everything else was unimportant; the primary goal was to prove Talus robots could survive on the moon and demonstrate some continuity of long-term work.
This is technology serving politics, similar to the US-Soviet space race of yesteryears...
When politics is maxed out, it's all about boasting. Whether there are actual gains on the moon isn't important, nor is it important whether the final mission succeeds...
By grabbing attention while visualizing a possible future for Earth, Joe Garrit could stand invincible!
Joe Ga did not understand technology, so all he could do was provide money, lots and lots of money and resources...
If one Falcon Heavy Rocket wasn't enough, two; if two weren't enough, three, just buy them!
There was also a ready design for the lunar module. If they couldn't build it themselves, just buy it!
Pack the robots and solar panels inside. As these robots act as construction workers on the moon, every day they operate, the significance of the Warrior Space Center increases incrementally.
The people above the ceiling, if they don't want to be left behind, will have to be coerced into choosing technological competition or investing in the Warrior Space Center...
But no matter what they choose, they will deviate from their known paths and be drawn into the rhythm set by Joe Ga.
Technology changes the future, and it can also change the rules!
This was the only method Joe Ga could think of, aside from smashing the world to rebuild it, to break the old systems and rules.
Actually, Joe Ga had always had this perception, which is why the Warrior Space Center came into existence...
Back then, however, his choices were mainly driven by reasons such as 'cheats,' 'ideals,' and 'life values.'
So he always acted like a non-urgent idealist, thinking of taking things slowly, accumulating technology gradually to prepare well...
But now, when this 'technology' could be politicized and weaponized, Joe Ga returned to the mindset he was most comfortable and adept with...
'Utilitarianism' sounds like a derogatory term, but no one can deny that 'utilitarianism' also includes some degree of 'practicality' and 'efficiency.'
Many groundbreaking technologies during the US-Soviet arms race were born under the drive of 'utilitarianism,' which now seem unbelievable to people.
However, unlike back then when the US and USSR recklessly risked human lives, Joe, having robots as the main force, could afford some sacrifices in safety!
It had to be fast!
By speeding up, overpowering everyone else, and focusing all attention on the Warrior Space Center, every small step on the moon could spark immense media and economic effects.
Break the ceiling and take a different path!
Forcing those at the top to follow his steps and pace!
Joe Ga, with his cheats, would always have lunar costs lower than anyone else, so he would never lose while paving his path!
Suddenly enlightened, Joe Ga made up his mind to shatter some mental blocks that restrained him, and he realized he actually had numerous options...
No need to intentionally oppose anyone; they're not even on the same track...
Anyone who blocks me, I'll take them down, but I do so because of the conflict itself, not for some higher-level game.
I don't need those things; I want technology, ideals, the future...
Once core interests are differentiated, and opponents are clearly made aware of it, a full-blown war with an entire class can be avoided.
Even if some top opponents were taken down, others still wouldn't have the necessity or the courage to stake everything.
In such a situation, what's the point of binding oneself?
Is there really any limitation on the Ukraine battlefield?
As long as PB has clear objectives, any restriction can be broken!
Just go for it!
Fully comprehending and coming to terms, Joe Boss released all his previously pent-up emotions.
Shooting at enemies was the solution to problems!
Joe Boss reclaimed the mindset he was most adept at and became confident once again!
He stepped out of the lounge spiritedly, seeing the loyal Ayu blocking the door like a wall, preventing any prying eyes from outside...
Joe Ga patted Ayu's back and smiled, saying, "King Kong, I have figured out some things. This time, let's not be sneaky; let's do something big!"
Ayu, seeing the unwavering confidence in Joe Boss's face, grinned and embraced her boss, saying, "Boss, you just tell us what to do, and we'll do it..."
Saying this, Ayu leaned over, glancing out through the plane's porthole...
"Boss, the transport plane has arrived. It's carrying the people and things you wanted, right?"
Joe Ga glanced and said with a smile, "Those are just a part of it..."
With that, Joe Ga walked into the cabin, looking at the Cossacks who still held their ground in their seats. He smiled at the white-bearded man, who seemed to be the leader, and said, "You said there are 438 of you. Are they all qualified soldiers?"
White Beard stood up sharply upon hearing this, hitting his head hard against the luggage rack. After a loud 'bang,' the old fellow looked at Joe Boss nonchalantly and said, "Yes, sir, our men are all qualified warriors.
As long as you agree to let us join PB, we can prove it to you!"
Upon hearing this, Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "Formally joining is something for after proving your abilities, but I can't wait now...
Gather your people and have them assemble at Odessa.
Before officially joining PB, you will be an independent 'Cossack Camp,' and 'Jackal Wolf' will be your commander.
You can request whatever weaponry or equipment you need or configure according to the standard of PB's regular soldiers.
I will sign a temporary employment contract with you. After completing this commission, if you still wish to join PB, I will say to all of you...
"Welcome to PB!"
White Beard, hearing this, stared incredulously at Joe Ga. Upon receiving a confirming nod, the sturdy middle-aged man suddenly let out a low roar, turned, and headbutted the luggage rack he bumped into earlier with force...
With a 'bang,' the polymer-made luggage rack door was cracked open...
After releasing some inner excitement, White Beard shouted a few words to his mates, and those fierce Big Beards all stood up, clenched their fists, and roared...
Joe Ga didn't understand the dialect of these people. As he walked down the aisle, he fist-bumped these excited guys...
As he reached the exit, Joe Ga turned to look at them and said, "Follow me, leave your junk behind, I'm taking you to get new gear...
PB reservists shouldn't look shabby!"
Those fierce Big Beards exchanged glances...
"Ura..."