King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga's sudden arrogance probably caught those people off guard...

In fact, Joe Ga wasn't sure who surrounded old Bayer; he only learned from Claverley that Ilya Rothschild went to his own manor yesterday, departing from Winfield Mansion.

Lake Belga Foundation is a consortium. It's rare for old Bayer to visit, and to have talks in a place less constrained than the White House with others, the Rothschild family must not be his only guests.

This Laffitte said that old Bayer wants to meet the newly appointed Prime Minister Rast before the funeral...

So presumably, old Bayer and his group had already reached some agreements last night, so there's no need to spend much time, just a brief meeting would suffice.

The connections within this are interesting; old Bayer came for the funeral yet has to race against time to meet the new Prime Minister...

If there's no trickery involved, Joe Ga thinks he might as well not need his brain.

Almost everyone who pays attention to international affairs can easily find that new Prime Minister Rast's resume and administration plan...

This female Prime Minister is a staunch neoliberal practitioner, which coincidentally aligns with the groups represented by America's Democratic Party who firmly believe in neoliberalism.

At the start of her tenure, she proposed a series of tax cut policies and issued a tax cut plan worth a whopping 43 billion British Pounds, which triggered significant controversy.

The opposition believes that Telas's tax cut policy, in the context of the British government's debt reaching 2.8 trillion British Pounds with an annual interest payment of 100 billion British Pounds, is sheer madness.

Now Britain's debt has almost reached their annual GDP, given Telas's approach, unless debt is continuously pushed up, debt default is almost a certainty!

And to maintain fiscal health, tax cuts are completely unrealistic.

Telas publicly stated that tax cuts can increase people's incomes, thereby stimulating consumption.

The logic is sound, but she ignores the fact that Britain has endured two years of viral pandemic...

These years raised domestic consumer debt rates, naturally weakening consumption confidence, compounded by rising energy costs leading to increased living expenses and both internal and external factors sparking inflation...

While waiting, Joe Ga suddenly thought of something, he proactively opened the car door and got out, smiled at Laffitte, and said: "Telas is just a woman who talks big, why would old Bayer choose to meet her at this time?"

Laffitte was stunned for a moment, shook her head, and said: "Sir, I'm with the Special Services, I don't know what you're talking about?"

Joe Ga rubbed his chin and said: "Here's an inside scoop for you, the British Pound might depreciate soon.

If you invest $100,000 now with a 5 times leverage, your investment could potentially double within six months."

Laffitte looked at 'stock genius Hu Lang,' incredulously said: "Sir, this is not the time to discuss such things…"

Joe Ga dismissed it nonchalantly: "Anyway, idle time is idle time. Tell me, who visited Winfield Mansion yesterday?

Rothschild, Chomsky, Gronav..."

Saying this, Joe Ga observed Laffitte trying hard to maintain her facial expression, he smiled and said: "Looks like they were all there, who else, anyone from the Portman Family? Walden Family? Cadogan Family..."

Laffitte couldn't listen anymore, she decisively took a few steps back, waved her hand, and said: "Sir, I don't know what you're talking about."

From Laffitte's expression, Joe Ga knew he might have guessed part correctly, just as he wanted to continue speaking, Chauvin set down his phone, strode up to Joe Ga, and said: "Hu Lang, someone will be out to meet you soon. I need to move the car..."

Joe Ga coldly stared at Chauvin, who appeared courteous but was actually filled with schemes, shook his head, and said: "Buddy, to be honest, your ability is quite decent.

But you only inherited the secrets of traditional diplomacy and sinister methods from those old men, yet you haven't figured out their world-division logic...

They want to transfer assets to America, right?

You all plan to capitalize on that female Prime Minister's economic plans to carve out a chunk from Britain.

What's your trade-off?

Resource reciprocity through diplomatic channels, regional political influence transfer, what else?

Support for Britain to once again lead Europe?"

Joe Ga whispered a few words to Laffitte, asking her to broaden the surveillance scope...

"Buddy, I heard you concocted a Washington Consensus...

Hmm, how does your report phrase it?

Advocating industry policies dominated by national intervention, revitalizing American manufacturing, establishing a new international economic partnership surpassing traditional trade agreements...

Are those people and their capital the ones you primarily support?

Boeing won't thrive, so these folks are your needed 'state enterprise capital', correct?"

Chauvin, with a livid expression, shook his head, saying: "NO! I don't know what you're talking about!"

Joe Ga smirked and waved saying: "Don't be like this, talk to me, then let me benefit a little, otherwise I might not be able to help you all, but disrupting is well within my capability.

I have friends within the British Royal Family; if I disclose your plans to them, that female Prime Minister's term might not outlast a lettuce's shelf life.

Not everyone in the British House of Lords is on your side, right?"

Chauvin looked at Joe Ga as if he were a ghost, and a few seconds later, decisively shook his head and said, "No, I don't know what you're talking about..."

Joe Ga shook his head a bit disappointedly and said, "Buddy, you've let me down!

Also, I'm keeping an eye on you!

The Nord Stream plan was proposed by you to old Bayer, and I estimate that making PB the scapegoat was also your idea...

I've heard that you're not very good at driving, so you better be careful in the future!"

Upon hearing this, Chauvin said with some fear, "You're threatening me..."

Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "No, I'm reminding you!

Think of our previous cooperation...

In the Philippines and Aqionghan, even though things didn't go as you planned, I fulfilled my promise to you.

But what about you guys?

Buddy, targeting PB was the worst decision you've made in your life!"

Chauvin said fearfully, "No, I'm not, I didn't, you don't have any evidence..."

Joe Ga sneered and said, "I don't need evidence, you know!

You've got one minute to say something that makes me happy, or you can only hope that special agents will follow you wherever you go from now on.

That old woman Rashiri said you might become America's youngest president, maybe you can succeed, but the premise is that you can stand intact on the campaign stage."

Joe Ga's solid threat indeed scared Chauvin...

This guy is a genius, a Yale Law Ph.D., Political Science Bachelor, Oxford University International Relations Master...

In his twenties, he accompanied Secretary of State Rashiri on visits to over a hundred countries and served as an advisor to the black buddies.

He also studied for a long time under then-Vice President old Bayer and managed to survive under Big Mouth Tang's leadership for four years, eventually becoming the formal National Security Advisor in old Bayer's White House cabinet...

The policies currently implemented by old Bayer are mostly drafted by him. He seems to be low-key but has squeezed the official Secretary of State Brin breathless in foreign affairs.

This stage is exactly when Chauvin is in high spirits, but he doesn't show off at all, except for continuously being put in his place by Boss Joe, he is invincible in the recent two years of the United States federal affairs.

But if such a person dies, they just die!

Chauvin knows far more about Joe Ga than anyone else in the White House, he knows Joe Ga's influence, and understands that by himself he simply cannot withstand Boss Joe's assault.

Once the matter of using Nord Stream to frame PB is nailed down, faced with the retaliation from PB after breaching rules, he's done for!

Anyone would be scared in this situation, however, in the same situation, regular people might think about begging for mercy, but those who've tasted power, usually think about how to extinguish threats!

Chauvin has already counted as a big shot!

When Joe Ga pointed out Nord Stream and mercilessly unveiled their plan in England, there was no room for maneuver between the two parties...

This is exactly the effect Joe Ga wants!

He is challenging the top power circles in the world, and has selected the battlefield himself, and is confident to limit the conflict to a certain extent.

Seeing Chauvin's expression change several times then return to calmness, Joe Ga reached out to pat Chauvin's arm, and with a smile, said, "That's more like it, I'm going to the Baltic Sea very soon to eliminate a bunch of scoundrels who are swaggering around under the name of deadly strike group...

You can find me there if you have anything to say or do."

Speaking, Joe Ga raised two fingers and pointed at Chauvin's eyes, then pointed at his own eyes, smilingly said, "I've set my sights on you, and as long as I don't get what I want in the Baltic Sea, you can count down the days...

Have you heard the sound of Big Ben before, tick, tick, tick...

Remember that sound, because at that time every second will be precious to you..."

Saying this, Joe Ga looked at the trembling Chauvin, who was clutching his fists tightly, He ignored this guy and instead opened the car door to help Kitten out, then tidied himself up and let Kitten hold his arm...

Looking at a low-key sedan approaching from a distance, Joe Ga seemed like he was waiting to attend a ball, holding Kitten as he walked to the roadside, patiently waiting for the host of the ball to arrive.

Leaning down to kiss the somewhat nervous Kitten's head, Joe Ga said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, in my mind, you're far more noble than those so-called nobles.

Later, no matter who comes, if they make you uncomfortable, slap them...

We're here to make enemies this time, the louder you hit, the better the effect!"

As Joe Ga spoke, the low-key sedan stopped beside them...

A white-haired driver wearing a suit and white gloves got out, jogged to the rear trunk, and took out a wheelchair...

Kitten watched as an old man, whose body was somewhat shrunken, was carried out and placed into the wheelchair. She pulled on Joe Ga's arm...

"Really hit him? He might die!"