King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1619 - 1318: Making a Fortune

Joe Ga landed the F-14 at the base, followed the tow vehicle into the hangar, and after getting off the plane, he swapped into a flight jacket just like Tom Cruise's. Riding a mighty Harley Fat Boy, he slowly drove to the edge of the runway and began to wait…

Dorian changed his clothes and rode a flashy red Kawasaki to Joe Ga's side.

Watching the F-14 Tomcats landing one by one, he grinned and said, "Boss, bet 100 bucks that Sayyid definitely vomited on the plane..."

Joe Ga shook his head and said, "No, Archerfish wouldn't allow him to vomit on the plane. I bet the guy behind him will puke, 500 bucks..."

Dorian looked at the fighter jets hovering above waiting to land, smacked his lips, and said, "No way, Hamdan, Al Sani, and Tahnoon seem pretty fit…

Those Chinese pilots don't look too temperamental either, I haven't seen them do anything excessive..."

Saying this, Dorian pulled a wad of cash from his pocket, counted out 500 bucks, and said, "I'll bet with you, but they all have to puke for me to count as winning…"

Joe Ga took the cash, pressed it under his helmet onto the fuel tank, then smiled and said, "Buddy, these guys flew for half a day without a sound, don't you think that's strange?"

Just then, Joe Ga saw Sayyid tumble out from Archerfish's back seat, rushing to the side and puking everything out onto the grass...

The hefty Archerfish gestured a contempt sign at Sayyid and then loudly called for the ground crew to drag the plane into the hangar.

Subsequently, three more F-14s landed on the runway: Dubai Prince Hamdan, Abu Dhabi Prince Tahnoon, Qatar Prince Alesani; when the three disembarked, they all had pale faces...

Each held a vomit bag as they landed, walking lightly, discreetly putting their bags into the trash bin.

Joe Ga looked at Dorian's disdainful expression, smiled, pulled the money out from under the helmet, and stuffed it into his pocket, laughing, "You've got to believe in those Nan Batian's skills; in Syria, they fought Turkey 15 times, shaved Turkey bald 13 times…

Those captured Turkish pilots have harvested potatoes they planted in prison, yet they haven't returned yet.

In actual combat, these pilots are already Aces!"

Dorian looked unhappy after losing money. He said irritably, "Boss, I feel these guys are taking away our own pilots' training opportunities. They're so great, they don't need to fly every day; Tomcat maintenance is really expensive!"

Joe Ga flipped off Dorian and said, "They sent six people here, they're really here for a reason…

Our 40 pilots are still training free at their home base!"

Dorian helplessly shook his head after hearing this, raised his phone, rushed towards the princes, shamelessly took a selfie with them, and with a smile said, "Gentlemen, I can offer cockpit footage deletion services, do you need it?

Only 5000 bucks!

Of course, if you think you looked cool at the time, I can help retrieve the footage for you too…"

Seeing these big-name princes looking even worse than himself, Sayyid suddenly felt okay…

This fellow grabbed a bottle of water to rinse his mouth, then approached Joe Ga and said, "Hu Lang, that old geezer Archerfish is insane. Luckily I'm in good shape, don't you think…"

Joe Ga was accustomed to these princes' tough talk, looking at Sayyid's pale face and said, "You should believe there are top-notch pilots in this world who can control passenger vomit at will, when to puke and when not to…"

Archerfish belongs to the top tier!"

Joe Ga looked at Sayyid's wretched expression and smiled, "Of course, your physique is definitely better than theirs; Hamdan, that weakling, didn't say a word the whole way, I bet he didn't last even 10 minutes."

Sayyid grinned hearing this, hugged Joe Ga, and said, "I think you're right, haha…"

Joe Ga, disgusted by Sayyid's overwhelming cologne scent, pushed him away and said, "Since they haven't recovered yet, why don't you tell me why these guys are here?

The Gulf Alliance just put one over on the Americans, gathering here to find me is really frustrating!"

Sayyid shrugged and said, "We made too much this time, and they're a bit scared too.

Dvali called me up; if it weren't for his special status, he would want to come here to take shelter too."

Joe Ga laughed heartily upon hearing this and said, "Made a lot of money? How much?"

Sayyid sighed helplessly and said, "You know better than me how much we've made!

That crazy Gami woman took our money and swept nearly $140 billion from the crude oil futures and stock markets in one go.

Yesterday, my friend messaged me: Wall Street investment fund managers lined up to jump off buildings in the past few days...

It's too tragic!

Dvali told me that someone from America warned the Shah. Although the Crown Prince held out, in the end, he still had to spend big money to acquire part of Credit Suisse's shares."

Joe Ga paused, shook his head nonchalantly…

The futures market is a classic zero-sum game: when someone makes money, someone else loses!

In fact, Gami took far more than $140 billion from the crude oil futures market because what Sayyid can see as 'transaction records' are only those that can be shown to him.

There are a lot of funds that can't be disclosed…

Like the money from Xiao Ma, Iraqi corrupt officials' group money, Soleimani's money, funds from Francois and Kabila's cliques…

Too much!

America Energy Group, those stock gods from Capitol Hill, Wall Street investment banks all hemorrhaged on the crude oil futures!

Loudmouth Tang's ties with Deutsche Bank are deep, yet this time Deutsche Bank bet with them, and ended up losing its profits from the past 5 years in one go.

Joe was getting impatient with Big Mouth Tang; this guy was a typical bastard and utterly impossible to work with.

He instructed Thompson to use all their channels to scout out anyone related to Big Mouth Tang, aggressively targeting their stocks or funds...

Some unlucky ones experienced a double whammy in the futures market, going bankrupt directly.

Big Mouth Tang was barely holding on with his high-value real estate in New York, otherwise, he'd be the first bankrupt president of America by now.

Meanwhile, PB made a killing in the futures and shorted US stocks for another windfall…

Following Joe's instructions, Gami invested most of the earnings into the gold market, benefiting from a market rate increase of over 25%.

Joe Ga wasn't sure about the exact amount, but the numbers were staggering and still climbing.

Seeing Sayyid worrying, Joe Ga clapped his hands and said, "I thought you tycoons feared nothing, but you guys are softies.

You actually want to escape from such little problems. If I were you, I'd use the money earned to buy into America at rock-bottom.

Big Mouth Tang is likely not making it this year; Capitol Hill's Lopesi and the Treasury won't allow him to print money to save the market. Besides real estate, many valuable companies are worth targeting."

Sayyid stared wide-eyed, asking, "You mean the US stock market can recover?"

Joe Ga sneered: "Of course, US debt and the United State Army are the best market stabilizers.

Soleimani is dead, but Iran hasn't flared up; instead, it cozied up to the Eastern Great Nation, foiling Big Mouth Tang's intent to provoke Middle East factional confrontations.

The media paints him like an idiot now; the Republican Party won't withstand it this time.

The Democratic Party folks are the real money makers, strangling the Eastern far water won't solve the nearby woes, so they'll have to think of something in WuD.

That's always been America's grand strategy, as I've told you...

Once a conflict in WuD begins, do you think the US stock market will surge?"

Sayyid rubbed his face vigorously and said, "FUCK, in Europe, warring with Russia means Europe's substantial funds will flee to America for safety…"

"The US debt ceiling is nearing, America's situation is dire; they need European funds to buy US debt to ease their pressure.

FUCK, I must inform my fund manager to shift my money to buy into America…"

Qatar's Al Sani grabbed Joe by the shoulders, shook him vigorously, and declared, "Hu Lang, this time we've really struck gold!"

For the first time in 'money matters,' Joe Ga outperformed these tycoons and casually shrugged, saying, "Yes, folks, you've struck gold!

Now that you've had your fun with fighter jets, find a car; I've prepared plenty of beef and lamb for you to relish at my place…"

As Joe Ga glanced at the silent Hamdan and Tahnoon, he smiled, saying, "Don't just stand there, I know what you want?

Isolation gowns and masks, right? Tomorrow, I'll have 20 tons delivered to UAE; you handle the payment…"

Tahnoon sighed in relief and smiled, saying, "Hu Lang, you messed up my two 056s, I plan to order two new ones…

The repair costs for the two damaged ones can count as procurement funds; don't worry, I'll cover the ship repair costs, I'd need some ventilators too.

The UAE healthcare system appears fragile, with many worried back home…"

Joe Ga heard and revved up his motorcycle, laughing: "A $4 billion ship gifted just like that, surely not just for some medical supplies.

But we are friends, let's discuss it later…"

......

"Wait, wait, wait, why is every answer I get always wait, wait, wait?"

Aaron, his face flushed, stood in the hospital corridor, yelling at a young doctor...

"I've been waiting for 8 hours, having flown specifically from Madagascar to see a doctor, is it this difficult now even in Italy private hospitals?"

The young doctor replied bitterly, "Sir, since you and your wife arrived, our doctors have basically collapsed, even nurses fear coming to work.

I suggest you lie down and rest; if you have special contacts, best arrange for some ventilators.

Your child's condition has stabilized, but your wife's symptoms are quite severe…"

Aaron gasped in pain, telling his coughing assistant Ma Hong, "Call Hu Lang, I don't want to hear from that guy's mouth, have them send medical supplies to Sicily…"

Assistant Ma Hong sighed, dialed out, and relayed the boss's instructions exactly, then held the phone aloft…

Even without opening the satellite phone's speaker, Joe's loud cursing echoed clearly in the hospital corridor…

Aaron listened for half a minute, angrily snatching the phone, cursing: "FUCK YOU Hu Lang, my wife and child are sick…"

"OK, a cargo plane will land in Catania in six hours…

FUCK, why are you so unlucky?"

Aaron slumped into the chair helplessly, saying, "There're even unluckier people, want me to tell you to cheer you up a bit?"