King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1624 - 1323: The Little Genius of the Slum

Joe Ga sat on the plane, looking at the intelligence gathered from various places...

No need to engage in conspiracies like the intelligence agencies in the movies. There are people dedicated to collecting newspapers from around the world and recording statements from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which are compiled into a report and handed to Boss Qiao.

In the past, Boss Qiao didn't like reading these things. He would watch the news every day as if watching a show, finding the awkwardness of politicians facing reporters more entertaining than talk shows.

Sometimes, when ordinary people watch foreign news, they wonder if those politicians have split personalities?

Yesterday one politician said one thing, and today another politician jumps out to say something completely opposite.

Just watching the news, you'd think the people of this country speak as if they're farting!

But once you understand a bit about their internal political operations, you'll realize that these politicians represent different interest groups, and the voices they express correspond to the demands of the groups they represent.

The virus has been outbreaking for nearly 10 months, and surrounding the virus and domestic operations, these politicians representing different interest groups have started tearing each other apart over issues derived from the virus, slinging mud while vying for power and interests with their opponents.

And currently, the focus of their mutual attacks is the Old Mother!

As a BRICS country, Brazil's internal strife at this time is even more intense than that of America, which is in the middle of an election.

Currently, Brazilian President Bolsonaro has a strong sense of being the big manager of America's backyard. The faction he leads is closely following America's model of dealing with the virus while besieging and blocking Huawei.

Meanwhile, the opposition is relentlessly attacking the Brazilian government led by Bolsonaro on these two points.

Theoretically, as long as Bolsonaro's brain isn't damaged, he wouldn't dare to target Andrea Company...

But when political struggles develop to a certain extent, everything will go beyond individual control.

The anti-Old Mother frenzy stirred up by Bolsonaro finally led to some people who didn't understand the background of Lingmao Company doing very absurd things.

Turning political strife into racial issues is an extremely dangerous move, but during a period of economic decline, racial issues become the best outlet for venting anger.

Anyone who can focus this anger will have 'power'!

The book Mein Kampf can remain on the bestseller list for years, and it's really not without reason!

But this time those people picked the wrong target!

.........

When Joe Ga's plane landed at the airport, it caused a huge sensation...

A luxurious Global 8000, a unique An-225 in the world, two An-124s, and three C-130s landed one after the other at Rio International Airport...

Rio Senator Jorge Andres and Rio Mayor Matias Craig, along with a convoy, directly entered the runway.

Watching as Boss Qiao came down from the Global 8000 with a stern face, Jorge Andres pulled Matias aside and whispered, "Don't worry, Hu Lang is not an unreasonable person..."

Matias smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, I'm not worried about Hu Lang dealing with me; I'm worried about how he's going to handle the situation.

P.B. has left a deep impression on all of Brazil. Now that the virus has caused such havoc, if Hu Lang acts recklessly, our outcome won't be good."

Saying that, Matias looked at Jorge and said helplessly, "Those who set fire to the Lingmao warehouse probably want this effect.

The public sentiment is very depressed now. If Hu Lang does something extreme, a little provocation from those with intentions would trigger protests.

Once this situation occurs, given the current state of the Rio state assembly, we are very likely to become scapegoats!"

Jorge looked at Boss Qiao as he came down the gangway, adjusted his facial expression, patted Matias on the back, and greeted Boss Qiao with a bright smile and a hug...

Boss Qiao perfunctorily exchanged pleasantries with Jorge, then looked at Matias who had a beaming smile on his face. He took a mask out of his pocket and put it on, saying, "I heard that Rio is in terrible shape. I think that before Rio gives me an explanation, we should maintain some distance..."

Jorge didn't expect Boss Qiao to be so blunt. He forced a smile and extended his hand, saying, "Hu Lang, we all want to solve the problem...

This isn't the place to talk. Please follow me, and I'll take you to the beachfront apartment..."

Joe Ga shook his head and said, "NO, I want to go to Rocinha. That's where I should be going!

And I don't need your car..."

Saying this, Joe Ga pointed to the massive transport planes in the distance and said, "I brought my own car, along with some medical supplies.

Of course, those are for our own people. Before Rio proves its stance, these things will only be given to Rocinha..."

Hearing this, Matias smiled helplessly and said, "Hu Lang, I'm very sorry. I know you're very angry, but please believe me. As the Mayor of Rio, I genuinely hope to cooperate with you.

I've already ordered an investigation into the Lingmao warehouse incident, and there will soon be results. I will definitely give you an explanation..."

Joe Ga laughed and said, "What kind of explanation?

The people behind it won't personally set the fire. What can arresting a few arsonists solve? Can they compensate me?

The more pressure you put on the police, the more room those people have to smear Lingmao and incite confrontation.

How do you plan to deal with those civilians up there?"

Jorge glanced at the extremely embarrassed Matias, sighed, and looked at Joe Ga, saying, "Sir, then what do you want to do?"

Joe Ga pointed at his nose and said, "I, I want justice, but I feel that you can't provide it.

So the first thing you need to do is compensate for my losses...

Have the police make a report, just say everything was caused by an accident, let the insurance company compensate me.

Starting today, Lingmao's business in Brazilian cities is completely stopped, only serving the slums of Rio de Janeiro and Sao Paulo."

Joe Ga's reaction was completely beyond Jorge and Matias' expectations. They exchanged a glance, then said incredulously, "Why is that?

Lingmao's business is legal, you absolutely don't need to give it up..."

Joe Ga looked coldly at the two Brazilian politicians, shaking his head, said, "Andrea Company was founded just to fulfill my wife's wish, and damn it, I haven't seen a cent back from Brazil so far.

This is fucking charity, do you guys understand the meaning of charity?

No matter who it is, when they use ignorant and violent means to refuse goodwill from outside, they are destined to lose more!"

Saying this, Joe Ga pointed at the six cargo planes unloading and said, "I brought the vehicles myself, you get me the legal clearances."

.........

Rocinha Slum...

Anderson, dressed in a suit, stood by the roadside with a large group of delivery 'station managers' wearing yellow shirts.

Behind Anderson, the Ricardo brother station manager Joe Ga first met in Rocinha...

The fat brother, Big Ricardo, pulled at the shorts wedged into his backside, then put his hand under his nose to sniff and said, "When will the boss arrive?

We've been waiting for an hour now, if this keeps up, many people will go home...

FUCK, I never realized October could be this hot, the virus came, and it's like even the weather is messed up."

Anderson tugged at the collar around his neck, unhappily said, "Shut up, what do you know, you idiot?

The boss is coming for something important this time. If he thinks we didn't do well and shuts down Andrea Company, we're screwed!"

Big Ricardo, pouting, said, "How could we not have done well? Who in Rio doesn't know about Andrea Company?

I just started a 'chicken delivery' business partnership with someone last week...

Now many city chicks are unemployed and can't find work, some genius developed a 'special restaurant,' one chicken is 1400 bucks, we deliver it and take it back, can earn 400 bucks.

This is a big money-making business, the boss will definitely like it..."

Frester, sitting in a Mercedes by the roadside, watched Big Ricardo spouting nonsense and said with a laugh, "You reckon Miss Kitty would like it?

Back then, the boss and others fought in Rocinha because Miss Kitty's childhood sister didn't want to be a prostitute.

Ricardo, you better be careful. Once someone complains you have issues in that regard, someone will come to pull your guts out...

Back then, that's how the boss and others did it, don't you dare forget that..."

Big Ricardo was stunned, then recalled the scene from back then...

A poor guy's guts were pulled out, then kicked down from the second floor with a kite flown...

A woman standing in the window and watching the scene had just given birth to her third child, and was so scared she worked hard to get into college, then never returned to Rocinha.

Big Ricardo shuddered, stubbornly said, "Those city girls are all willing, we're not just delivering to homes, we also protect their safety.

We're doing good deeds, yes, we're doing good deeds!"

Frester seemed to especially enjoy intimidating these guys, he said with a sinister smile, "Women aren't reliable!

If I were you, I'd have the little brothers get the women to sign a liability waiver when picking them up, and it'd be best to have them carry an alarm, so in case of trouble, we can rush in to save them.

Otherwise, if there's just one complaint against you, you're done for..."

Big Ricardo paused, then said with worry, "Me and my men don't know many words, how do I handle contracts?"

Frester grinned wickedly and said, "Then you're done for...

But if you give me a share of the chicken shop, I can help you figure something out..."

Anderson, who had been very tense, saw the shadow of a fleet approaching from a distance, furiously glared at Big Ricardo, said, "Shut the fuck up, the boss is here..."

Frester took a glance back, got out of the car, pulled out a spray bottle, and sprayed his head a few times...

Vigorously messed up his neatly groomed hair, then looking at the gaping Andre, he said with a laugh, "Buddy, showing respect to the boss has to be seen by the boss...

What's the point of respecting him behind his back?"

Anderson looked at his shirt already soaked with sweat, he...

"You motherfucker..."