King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 486 - 469 Hope is Expensive!!

The sincerity displayed by Joe Ga was palpable to anyone with a normal IQ.

What impressed the locals most was that Boss Joe never intended to take their share, he just clung to his two iron mines, and only wanted those two.

As for the other industries in Sangha Town, Boss Joe’s approach felt like he was playing around, personally teaching them how to get rich.

If the steel industry chain hadn’t yet turned a profit, that was okay, they could build houses.

As long as they could demonstrate sufficient credibility and provide guarantees for their workers, they could obtain advances on the future salaries of their employees from the bank.

Most of the central land in Sangha Town belonged to P·B, but the locals owned land, which belonged to the Tribes.

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Lands belonged to the Tribes, and if houses couldn’t be sold for 10,000, was making 5,000 not profitable?

First provide for your own people, letting them live in decent houses and also cover your own shortfalls—wasn’t this better than dealing away your assets to the French?

Joe Ga simply explained his financial model for his real estate project, then told them that to maintain this model, it was necessary to ensure that Sangha Town continued its current momentum.

The core logic was beyond the understanding of the local managers, but their children who were students abroad understood it.

This was the fundamental operation of finance, and maintaining this model required stability and growth.

Talking about visions with the locals who operated small furnaces was like playing the lute to a cow, so Joe Ga chose another way to ’subsidize’ them.

If you want to make quick money, that’s fine, I’ll teach you, but the condition is that you must unite around the industry chain.

The first step in undermining the French was to unify the thoughts of most people, then only could the French act as Boss Joe wanted.

It sounded a bit like arm-wrestling with Africa Daddy, but to be realistic, it wasn’t hard in Sangha Town because there were no interests significant enough for Daddy to forsake his pride, and the industry here was homogeneous with a clearly graspable core of interests.

Africa Daddy’s purpose here was simple, to seek a voice.

Key infrastructure projects like the power grid, telecommunications network, highways, power plants, and sewage treatment plants could also meet their demands.

The so-called acquisition was just a test. Once the local leaders wavered, they would definitely not mind seizing the opportunity to take over more.

But as long as the locals could maintain basic ideological unity, Africa Daddy would gracefully step back and show his decorum.

And once the locals accepted Boss Joe’s logic, guiding them afterward would be easy.

The core elements of development were legitimacy and legality, check the planning, the quality of construction, and match the requirements...

As long as the government of Sangha Town kept to their bottom line, they could effectively guide them to gradually deploy according to Boss Joe’s ideas.

Selling houses was just an inevitable fundraising method at the start-up stage. Once the locals reaped the benefits, the government of Sangha Town still had to learn how to use interests to guide them to reinvest that money, growing their benefits like a rolling snowball.

This matter was like dangling a carrot in front of a donkey. You whip it to make it run faster, yet it believes you are encouraging it, thinking it is for its own good.

Lenore, as the town mayor of Sangha Town, felt immense pressure.

Because she could sense Boss Joe’s expectations for government functions.

Lenore had a very strange feeling...

Based on Africa people’s naive understanding of ’power’, in her view, P·B had already stood at the pinnacle of power in Sangha Town, but now Boss Joe was dispersing ’power’.

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This deeply moved Lenore, a well-educated lady, who believed only a genuinely unselfish person could do such things, and only such people could create great enterprises.

The tribal leaders felt this even more profoundly because only those who have had power understand what it takes to give it up.

They couldn’t comprehend Boss Joe’s ideas, but they knew this was the kind of leader worth following because he was earnestly safeguarding the interests of the majority.

These people couldn’t fathom that the miracle of Sangha Town might not count for much elsewhere, and Boss Joe, had he tightly held onto power, would soon have faced internal resistance over time.

What was most advantageous for Boss Joe, and what would be his foundation moving forward, was actually a healthy industrial conglomerate.

As the representative of this conglomerate, he would carry an aura that allowed him to stand tall and proud before anyone.

Boss Joe seemed to be sharing interests, sharing power, and everyone owed him a favor.

But if you look back, apart from loaning part of the African Union Development Bank’s loans to Sangha Town’s infrastructure projects, he hadn’t given up anything substantial.

Of course, from another perspective, ’hope’ is the most precious thing in the world, and Boss Joe gave them that!

Elder Bilus’s grandson, Finch, was a France student studying painting.

By the time the meeting had reached its latter half, he could no longer understand what these people were talking about.

This artistically inclined young man sat there, watching boss Joe make all the tribal leaders bow and scrape, and he suddenly envisioned a lion perched on a hillside overlooking a group of hyenas...

Without needing to roar loudly, the sheer authority of the lion in every gesture was enough to make the hyenas lower their heads.

While everyone else was getting half-crazed, Finch picked up a pencil and began to doodle in his notebook.

Bilus noticed his grandson’s odd behavior, cocked his head to look, frowned, snatched the pencil, and harshly turned the represented hyena into a slightly haughty elephant. Then he patted his grandson on the shoulder, offering an encouraging smile...

The bragging fest continued until four in the afternoon, and when it ended, the locals reluctantly tried to invite boss Joe for dinner, feeling addicted to his speeches.

Joe Ga had no time to waste with them. He said his goodbyes to these folks, ready to check the foreign bases.

The guests were paying 80,000 euros a day for food and accommodation, and it was rather inappropriate that boss Joe had not yet made an appearance.

As he left the lodge, Joe Ga saw Princess Amina, who had removed her turban and was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, holding Adel’s hand, standing prettily opposite him.

The little elephant Dan Bao had somehow found its way to Sangha Town and was now shaking its head, wandering in the shops beside the lodge with Gino.

Gino, with his buck teeth, would taste anything that looked good, share some with Dan Bao,

regardless of whether Dan Bao liked it or not, Gino would generously take money out of Dan Bao’s little treasury to pay.

The elephant boss, now a swaggering big shot between the P·B base and Sangha Town, always wore a money pouch around its neck when going out, signaling that it never freeloaded.

Because of his solid relationship with Dan Bao, Gino managed to score himself and his sister unlimited snacks.

Joe Ga was somewhat caught off guard by the sudden appearance of Princess Amina, especially with a film crew and a bunch of media reporters nearby.

Looking around, he saw Nis and the others in an off-road vehicle at the end of the street, waving at him but they didn’t get out of the car.

Knowing they didn’t like too much media exposure, Joe Ga reluctantly shook his head and walked over to Princess Amina, hugged her then smilingly asked, "What are you up to?"

Princess Amina was quite generous in her response, smiling naturally as she said, "I knew you were injured, I’ve been wanting to visit the base to see you, but it’s been closed...

Thompson told me you were visiting the foreign base today, and I thought I should thank those brave soldiers for protecting me."

With a camera set up nearby, Joe Ga couldn’t say much more; he had to play along with this show.

The French politicians might know whether they truly intended to protect the princess, but regardless of whether they liked it or not, the soldiers’ orders were to protect her.

Princess Amina rightfully owed them her respect!

Seeing Princess Amina’s earnest expression, Joe Ga solemnly nodded and said, "Then let’s walk together, the foreign base is near the church not far from here, I need to check on the condition of these brave soldiers.

The devils in the jungle are never easy to deal with!"

As he spoke, Joe Ga crouched down to look at timid Adel, saw the sport pistol on the girl’s waist, smiled, and lifting her up, he said, "How about I take you to see the Devil Bird? The military camp isn’t fun."

Adel hesitated, then a bit awkwardly said, "Monica said people outside would be happy to see you with me. Don’t you want me to join you?"

This time it was Joe Ga’s turn to be stunned. He took a moment before realizing, as someone of his status, bringing a child to tour a military camp would soften the harsh atmosphere in media footage and enhance his image as a family man, showing responsibility and kindness.

Monica was right on that part, but using Adel as a prop wasn’t appealing. Joe Ga actually liked the girl, but Adel obviously trusted Nis more and wasn’t suited for media tasks.

Looking into Adel’s somewhat bewildered eyes, Joe Ga smilingly said, "What’s there to see in a military camp?

Take Dan Bao and go find Nis for some goodies. I’ll be right there with you; that sleeve on your gun seems to have an issue. I’ll give you a set of tools later and teach you how to maintain it."

Clearly uncomfortable on camera, Adel happily nodded in agreement to Joe Ga’s arrangement, saying, "Can I put the bow I made on Dan Bao? He always misbehaves and I can’t catch him."

Joe Ga glanced at the mischievous-looking Dan Bao, motioned for the elephant boss to come over, then hand-in-hand helped Adel grab Dan Bao’s ears, directing them towards where Nis and the others were.

Just as Gino was ready to sneak away too, Joe Ga grabbed the cheeky kid’s shoulder, laughed, and said, "I heard you’ve been causing Princess Amina quite some trouble at school; join us for a walk, I want to hear what your teachers have to say about you firsthand."

Without waiting for Gino to respond, he signaled to Phil and Rick, the two Xiao Heis, and said, "Come with me to check out the foreign camp. Tomorrow, I’ll bring you a few sets of training gear; you’re in charge of keeping an eye on Gino. If school rules can’t hold him, use prison rules."

Gino stared at Joe Ga like he’d seen a ghost:............