King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 641 - 614 Business is Business, No Emotions When Talking Money

After pondering with a beer in hand for a few minutes, Franz looked at Joe Ga and tentatively asked, "If, I mean, if we are willing to dispatch more manpower, would the National Army have any objections?"

Joe Ga laughed upon hearing this and said, "German external forces in Liberia can hardly gain any political benefits.

I'm not asking about any deals you have with the French, nor do I know what you want from Liberia.

All I can guarantee is that if you're truly here to fight terrorists and also want to give your soldiers some real combat practice, then you'll definitely get the results you want."

With that, Joe Ga didn't want to waste any more words with the overly cautious Franz. He reached out and gave the old man's hand a firm shake, smiling as he said, "Sometimes I don't quite understand your way of thinking, but no matter, I welcome 50 people, and I also welcome 500.

If you think it's appropriate, P·B can take over your logistics so you have plenty of leeway to adjust your personnel."

Franz was startled by Joe Ga's tone but then he understood...

Entrusting logistics to P·B would not only save a lot of trouble but would also allow them to play around with the designation of their dispatched soldiers.

Originally, 50 soldiers would require a logistics team of 200, but not anymore.

The advantage is that when seeking approval back in Germany, they can maintain this nominal setup and send combat troops under the guise of logistics, easily circumventing various regulations.

As for whether outsourcing logistics to P·B was reliable, looking at the American Niger Garrison would give the answer.

It's just a matter of money; Germany doesn't lack funds—what they need are flexible partners that can meet their needs.

Having fully understood, Franz smiled, patted Joe Ga's arm while shaking his hand, and said, "Hu Lang, you are a remarkable person, and I believe we can be loyal partners.

I've heard that you've procured a large amount of supplies for Liberia, and I wonder if there's a possibility for us to cooperate?

Germany has the most comprehensive industrial chain in Europe, and we can also contribute to the business of reconstructing Tubruq..."

Franz squeezed Joe Ga's eye as he spoke, smiling and saying, "I've heard about your initiatives in North Kivu province, and if possible, we should find an opportunity to sit down and talk."

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Joe Ga watched the old man's smiling face and nearly couldn't help whistling...

This was what an ambassador should do—'business' is more important than anything.

Seeking markets for his nation's industries and securing reliable partners to maintain a high-value mining route.

This guy might be a bit lacking when it came to military matters, but his business acumen was impressive!

Franz must have done his homework before coming; sending troops was just an entry point, and they likely wanted to engage in a deep partnership with P·B.

However, Joe Ga was somewhat displeased that Franz completely overlooked Central Africa.

Considering that Germany's heavy industry is very developed and advanced, and Central African Sangha Town was seen as a core industry by 'Boss Qiao', in Franz's eyes, it held no value at all.

This was a businessman, and one with a clear train of thought, who had specific demands for inputs and outputs.

This could be the so-called stoical aspect of the German character; if a Chinese person were in the same position, they would certainly start with Central African Sangha Town to cooperate with P·B and then gradually expand.

But the Germans did not. The so-called 'subtlety' that Franz demonstrated also contained a very utilitarian element.

They were doing business—initial investment followed by a return, which really fit the German practical and straightforward style.

But now they were the ones 'asking for something', and this way of doing things made Joe Ga somewhat uncomfortable...

Why should it be so?

Who is not a buyer for the precious minerals of North-Kivu Province?

"You come up here wanting to talk about mineral cooperation without any sort of gesture, how could that be possible?"

With this move, Franz instantly pinned Joe Ga in the 'partner' position, indicating a tight-lipped negotiation. If you're going to play it by the book with me, then I can't afford to be too enthusiastic.

Talking about feelings is too costly, I'll prepare a logistics quote for him later, on par with the Americans.

Watching Joe Ga turn away to fiddle with the pot emitting a strange fragrance, Franz didn't understand why Joe Ga had suddenly become a bit cold, but he was very satisfied with the outcome of his conversation with Hu Lang.

The main goal was achieved, the rest of the cooperation could be discussed slowly, there would surely be a price that satisfied both parties.

After discovering Franz's characteristic, Joe Ga didn't want to waste words with him anymore.

Germans are good partners in business, but it's unnecessary to waste energy socializing with them for a mutually beneficial deal since Joe Ga admitted he couldn't sway him.

Business is business!

Mr. Qiao shook off Franz and went over to the 'milk pot mutton', unveiling the heavy hitter of today's menu.

A cloud of white smoke charged into the sky with a great scent, catching everyone's attention.

Briella, with a face full of admiration, clutched Joe Ga's trousers, gaping and pleading, "Hu Lang, let me see, let me see..."

Joe Ga lifted the little girl by her dungaree straps to sit in the crook of his arm, waved his hand in the air and, sniffing, said, "This is my craft. Hurry up and praise me, and I'll treat you to a magical dish from the mysterious East."

Briella squeezed her cheeks into an adorable shape with both hands and called out, "Hu Lang, you're the best. Let me have a taste, just a little taste..."

With such flattery from the little sister, Joe Ga of course had to give face...

He gestured for four people to lift the big pot and dump its contents all at once onto an autopsy table...

Seeing Jacques was just as curious, Joe Ga set Briella down, then handed Jacques a pair of tongs and two plates, ruffling his hair, "At my place, boys need to fend for themselves. Get moving, if you want to eat something, serve yourself..."

Jacques glanced at Briella, who was hopping and cheering him on. He dragged a stool over, stood on it and used the tongs to prepare a plate of savory mutton and vegetables for Briella...

Seeing Briella eat with gusto, Jacques hesitated for a moment, then prepared another plate of mutton, and shyly offered it to Charlene.

Then the kid didn't wait for Charlene to react, just scurried back...

Joe Ga saw Charlene's teary, ghostly expression and helplessly ruffled Jacques' hair.

He wasn't a psychologist and didn't understand Jacques' situation, so he simply said, "You eat too. Once you're full, keep yourself busy with something. If you keep your body busy, you won't have time for idle thoughts."

As he spoke, Joe Ga picked up a pair of tongs, flipped back the vegetables Briella had sneakily pushed away from the 'dining table,' stared her down with a 'threatening' look that she must eat them all, and then, chuckling, prepared a few plates, serving some mutton for his own people...

Seeing Nis smile at the novelty of the food, Joe Ga laughed and said, "Eat more. I'll take some time in the next couple of days to teach a class for the folks from Tubruq.

Don't rush back. Hang out with me for a bit, the sky isn't falling.

I'll have Eric send out another 'hero post.' Next week, we'll go to Tubruq together.

This time we should expand our recruitment because not only does Tubruq need manpower, but our strategy in Iraq also requires sufficient security forces."

Hearing this, Nis nodded with a smile and said, "Then let Dorian contact his cousin. I think the diving training in Sardinia is an excellent way to screen applicants.

We don't need everyone to pass, but we can use the diving training to find those who are truly determined."