King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 484 - 467: The Magical Sangha Town

Aaron’s withdrawal from the Africa arms market hadn’t affected Joe Ga in the slightest.

The information about Liberia that this guy had provided was timely, so out of a sense of quid pro quo, Joe Ga called to notify the Seville side.

Three days later, 200 volunteers would join the artillery at P·B here and head to Niger to finalize the last step of the business.

After the cannons had arrived, Niger had already transferred the remaining payment into Joe Ga’s account; now all they awaited was for these people to finalize everything with a hammer stroke!

Joe Ga initially wanted to go to Niger himself to meet Aaron and see if he could extend this cooperative model to ’God’s Armament.’

Now that Aaron had fled, Joe Ga felt there was no point in going there himself.

Why should such a big boss go all the way just to hear some noise and exchange flatteries with the local bumpkins of Niger?

So, Joe Ga planned to have Seville’s veteran ’Cannon’ lead the team since he had collaborated with the Niger side before.

This time, they must give the Niger military enough incentive so that all their future artillery will be P·B’s.

Joe Ga had stayed hidden in the base for several days until all of Seville’s artillerymen were on the plane; only then did he step out of the base for the first time.

’Hemostat’ meticulously had treated the boss’s external injury, and then, accompanied by Ayu and Dorian, Joe Ga headed to Sangha Town.

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Amado was a 24-year-old jungle resident driven by fear to Sangha Town.

What Amado hadn’t expected was that they were met with exceedingly generous hospitality upon their arrival in Sangha Town.

The temporary refugee aid station had ample food and tents, which were cleaner than many of the jungle residents’ previous homes.

The aid station’s cafeteria provided 24-hour hot soup and endless flatbreads.

Amado thought he had arrived in heaven, but it was only after a person, who claimed to be a mining supervisor from P·B, took them around the mining dormitories that Amado realized there were even better places in the world.

Each building had its own water tower; machines would pump water from the wells to these towers, and all one needed to do to drink clean well water was to turn on the tap.

The dormitory roofs were fitted with black magic tiles that reportedly meant the dorms would always have unlimited electricity—no need for fires for lighting anymore.

Each floor had a communal kitchen and a communal bathroom, the likes of which Amado had never seen before.

The rooms, repainted white, amazed him; two bedrooms and a living room, complete with electric lights and even prepared beds.

Amado loved these houses so much, and all P·B asked in return was for them to sign a few contracts to own such a house.

After discussing it with his wife, the couple both started working at the mine.

What Amado hadn’t anticipated was that the moment he signed the contract, his fate took another path.

Each received two sets of brand-new work clothes, a $30 signing bonus, 30 kilograms of cassava, and 10 kilograms of beans.

Within a day, the couple had accomplished what they couldn’t have achieved in the past ten years.

When he knew that his child could attend the school in Sangha Town for free and that, being ’double-income workers,’ their family’s food and drink needs would be covered by the mine, Amado felt even if he died, he would want to die at P·B’s mine.

The same thing happened to others...

That day, Amado, holding the $30 fortune, went to town wanting to purchase some household items to settle into his new nest; the belongings they had painfully carried out of the jungle weren’t practical anymore, and the town now offered many useful and surprisingly cheap items.

It was said that these items were sourced from a place called YI WU by ’Auntie Zhao,’ through P·B’s connections...

A coveted flashlight for $0.99, a iron pot for $2.99, a nice-looking skirt for $4.99, a noise-making radio for $1.99...

Amado was more interested in something called a ’mobile phone’; he talked with the enthusiastic salesperson for a long time, and if it had not been for the lack of money, he might have bought a Transsion mobile phone.

But not being able to afford one now didn’t mean he couldn’t afford one in the future.

The business-suited manager of the mobile phone store showed no disdain but instead warmly accompanied him to the neighboring general store, spent all his dollars, and warmly helped him pack his goods, promising that someone would deliver them to his home that evening.

Amado was not accustomed to this kind of treatment; he clung tightly to his belongings, reluctant to let go, until the sales clerk tactfully used two large red and white bags to pack all his items, making it easier for him to take them home.

Where had Amado ever experienced such service?

He didn’t realize that from the moment he put on the P·B mining work clothes, he had already become a middle-class man with $10,000 in fixed assets.

Even with Joe Ga’s housing project not yet open to the public, in terms of fixed assets alone, Amado had surpassed 80% of the people in Sangha Town.

The handsome men and beautiful women in business suits in the Transsion mobile phone store didn’t have as many assets as he did.

Carrying the two big bags, Amado, satisfied, thought of heading home when he heard cheering coming from the road behind him...

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Seeing an off-road vehicle with a lion head emblem on the engine approach, men and women stepped out of the Transsion phone store, cheering loudly while chanting the slogan "Powerful Strike".

Amado curiously grabbed a young man and asked, "Who is that?"

The young man, showing no disdain for Amado, smiled broadly, revealing his white teeth, and said, "That’s your boss, the ’Powerful Strike’ Hu Lang!

He is the Lion King of Central Africa!"

Amado was stunned for a moment, then devoutly knelt on the ground amid the playful gazes of the people around him...

The same incident kept occurring along the way...

Lenore, the new mayor of Sangha Town and former assistant of Boss Joe, had been given a vivid financial lesson these past few days.

The cylindrical buildings that seemed a waste of money to her had sold for a "sky-high price."

All the miners now owned their own homes; Boss Joe had made a lot of money, and the Central Africa Development Bank had acquired a large batch of high-quality loan clients.

As a student who had studied abroad, Lenore probably understood the mechanics involved, but she just couldn’t grasp how the boss managed to make everyone win?

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All this seemed like a dream, and as the infrastructure projects in Sangha Town progressed, the number of winners would only increase.

Watching the boss scratch his itch using a pen inserted into the loose plaster on his left arm, Lenore laughed and said, "Boss, you’re going to meet those tribe chiefs, you really don’t need to be so formal."

Joe Ga knew that Lenore was hinting that there was no need to fake injuries in front of the tribal people.

Looking at the Black girl who had matured a lot over a year, Joe Ga shook his head with a smile and said, "This isn’t just for the French to see, but also for the tribe people.

Our enemies are formidable, and such enemies will exist in the future.

If the local people can’t come together, then one day we will face an enemy we cannot defeat."

After listening, Lenore gently nodded and said, "Boss, a representative from the French trade delegation spoke to me, they tentatively proposed establishing an iron and steel group, I didn’t rush to respond..."

Joe Ga nodded and said, "Not responding was the right thing to do!

The iron and steel industry chain in Sangha Town is fragmented right now, which not only avoids conflicts of interest between different tribes but also increases employment opportunities.

The French are not looking to build but to buy out!

If you agree, soon a large company will come to integrate the iron and steel factories.

The profits from selling rebar are not enough to fill their gaps, guess where they would make their money?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Lenore’s widened eyes and shook his head, saying, "Not from me, but from every person in Sangha Town.

What they want to seize is the power of speech, and when they control the production links of the steel industry chain, not only will my mines be restricted, but all the locals will have to depend on others for their livelihood.

In the past year or so, the wage level in Sangha Town has risen from 15 US dollars to 60 US dollars, but once the French succeed, it won’t be possible to increase it again.

Sometimes growing bigger and stronger doesn’t mean making more money, controlling costs to seek the optimal profit point is the instinct of capital.

When the locals are oppressed to a certain extent, here will begin another cycle of Africa-style revolution...

Resistance is right, but the tragedy is real!"

Lenore had seen the chaos of Central Africa, and the future described by Joe Ga made her shiver a bit.

Looking at the boss who appeared utterly serene, Lenore said sadly, "Is there really no way to avoid it?"

Joe Ga looked at Lenore, who appeared frightened, and laughed, saying, "Not responding to those guys, isn’t that instinctively avoiding a disaster?

The French will definitely not only talk to you, as the mayor of Sangha Town, you need to make the tribal people understand what will happen once they agree to the conditions of the French.

Even if you convince just one-third of the people to believe you, the French won’t be able to carry out their plan.

Because the source of the steel is in my hands, as long as a portion of the people firmly believe in me, the French’s idea of monopolizing the steel mills can’t be realized."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Lenore’s unconfident appearance and laughed, saying, "You are now the mayor, not my assistant; you need to consider issues from the perspective of Sangha Town.

The French are just probing; I estimate they don’t even believe that all the tribes will surrender, and getting only a portion is meaningless to them."

The situation in Sangha Town is very good right now; you should consider how to further expand.

There are many segmented projects within the steel industry; if you can develop them, you will create more jobs.

Lenore, real wealth isn’t the numbers in the bank, it’s the richness of the townspeople, which is the real wealth of Sangha Town, and might even derive great power from it.

Whoever controls them, controls Central Africa!"