King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 485 - 468 I Work Hard, So Don’t Let Me Down

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In an inn at Sangha Town...

Elder Bilus sat in his chair, leaning on a cane, watching coldly as a group of tribal elders argued among themselves.

A year ago, Bilus had been a staunch opponent of P·B, but now, he was a staunch supporter.

It was here that Karman had invited him to the summit of Sangha Mountain, where he met Hu Lang.

At that time, Hu Lang, with an ironclad broadcast and a hand-drawn plan, had completely changed the fate of Sangha Town.

Elder Bilus had never been too optimistic about Joe Ga’s plans, but as a year passed, even though the steel industry itself had not yet turned a profit, the changes in Sangha Town gave everyone a much-needed boost.

Strangely enough, the leaders of the tribes were investors; they actually put up the money to buy equipment and hire workers. Although at the moment they had only seen expenses without any income, unexpectedly, life didn’t become harder for anyone, quite the contrary—it generally improved.

Nobody thought that when workers had money, even the farmers would profit from it.

When everyone started making money, Sangha Town’s commerce surprisingly began to flourish.

There was no need for deliberate enticements; the scent of money alone drew in merchants from Capital Bangui, Bangassou, and several cities in Congo.

They arrived by boat with their goods and then took away the relatively cheap local fruits, agricultural products, and some specialties.

International trade alone supported many lives!

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Those with houses and land in Sangha Town made money too—not a lot, but it was visibly appreciating.

They didn’t understand what development dividends were, but they genuinely enjoyed the benefits that development brought.

In a thriving city, there are many opportunities to get rich, and these tribal leaders with plenty of cash had far more opportunities to make money than the average person, just as long as they weren’t completely foolish.

But then the French arrived, offering very attractive conditions, and divisions started to appear.

A steel mill, still under construction and with a possible investment of less than half a million US Dollars, was valued by the French at 1.5 million Euros, with an immediate deal if they just nodded.

The local bigwigs couldn’t help but be tempted!

But every place has its wise men. Elder Bilus had seen the schemes of the Belgian People and knew of the greed of the French.

He knew that if the locals compromised, the current scene in Sangha Town would fade away like a bubble.

The old man was already 60, so old he was practically waiting to die, but in his lifetime, he had never seen so many smiles on the faces of the locals.

P·B had made it happen, and the old man felt that he had to persist at any cost, even if it meant getting just one more look.

Coldly eyeing the few who were shouting the loudest, Bilus turned his head and instructed his grandson to note down their names, then the elder firmly tapped his cane...

When everyone finally quieted down, Elder Bilus spoke out, "Do you know why I chose to hold this meeting here?"

Looking at the bewildered shakes of heads, Elder Bilus continued, "Because a year and a half ago, ’Ant Eater’ came here to invite some of us to Sangha Mountain.

The prosperity of Sangha Town started here, and I hope this prosperity can continue from this place."

A portion of the firm P·B supporters immediately responded to Bilus’s call. They stood up, raised their fists, and shouted loudly, "Elder Bilus, we’ll follow you!"

Elder Bilus looked coldly at a few discontented faces and shook his head, "If you want to sell off your properties, rather than selling to the French, sell them to me.

I’ll give you the money, and then you can take it and get lost.

That way, everyone will know that you are greedy Evil Ghosts who only care about yourselves, not about the other people in your Tribes."

An older man stood up, declaring loudly, "The steel industry chain is a trap; I’ve recently found that once my people have money, they no longer obey my commands.

It’s a trap, a trap to dissolve our tribal power!"

Elder Bilus shook his head in disappointment and said, "Elder Yalu, you’re unwilling even to provide salaries for your own tribal people. When they earn money working for others, you call it a trap...

So, I think you’re only fit to roll into the jungle and live there, but now I think you might not even be able to take your tribes with you.

Tell you what, I’ll give you money, and you can take it and go to France.

They must have given you a good offer to incite those fools; you can now go and cash in on that."

Elder Yalu stood in shock, and then, under the skeptical gazes of those around him, angrily waved his hand, declaring, "I’m not a traitor..."

Just as the tribal chiefs around him wanted to denounce him, there was a knock on the door of the inn.

Joe Ga, with his left arm in a cast, stood smiling at the entrance, looking at the dumbfounded tribal heads. He said with a smile, "Everyone’s here to do business; there are no traitors or not traitors.

If Elder Yalu has no confidence in Sangha Town and wants to sell off half-finished factories, that’s reasonable."

As Joe Ga looked at a rather cowed Elder Yalu, he continued with a smile, "Not many drive their own tribes into disunity to the extent of building a factory. You’re one of them.

It’s alright if you want to take the money and run, but as far as I know, the land where you built your factory belongs to the common property of the Tribes, so remember to pay your fellow tribesmen after selling it off."

Once Joe Ga had finished speaking, a few who had just been clamoring to make big money suddenly fell silent.

These tribal chiefs were very rich; they amassed wealth through resource trading and the exploitation of their own people.

What exactly the tradition was in Central Africa, even Joe Ga couldn’t pinpoint, but while it was one thing for a chief to get rich without sharing the spoils, selling off ancestral lands to line their own pockets was quite another matter.

In the past, when Sangha Town was poor, they could do that, then lead their Tribes to relocate and settle down in a new place.

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But now it’s no longer possible, because those people have found work; if they leave Sangha Town, they will lose their jobs.

"From frugality to luxury is easy," this saying applies all over the world!

Looking at Elder Yalu’s shit-eating expression, Joe Ga laughed and said, "Any asset in Sangha Town is valuable, and buying a semi-finished factory for 1.5 million is a good deal.

Elder Bilus has great vision..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga turned to Lenore beside him and said, "Find a lawyer to draft an agreement, Elder Yalu wants to sell the factory, have him sign it, then notify all his tribespeople to come and divide the money.

Of course, the elder will definitely take the biggest share!"

Lenore nodded seriously, turned to find her assistant to give a few instructions, then said, "The agreement will be delivered in half an hour..."

Joe Ga nodded in satisfaction, took a few steps forward, and embraced the happy Elder Bilus, saying, "Old pal, I’ve promised never to meddle in the steel industry chain beyond the ore.

I bet you can make money, and a lot of it."

Elder Bilus was indeed perceptive; he picked up on Joe Ga’s hint...

Joe Ga was reasserting his stance that the industry of Sangha Town belonged to everyone; he just wanted his rightful share!

The old man didn’t understand the high-flying financiers, but he had seen the tactics of the Europeans and Americans.

Those people could absolutely not achieve what Joe Ga does, that is, guarding their own interests while helping others to prosper together.

The instinct of capital is to monopolize; the worse the situation of others, the more capital can form a monopoly, gathering resources unto themselves.

They would also unite a portion of the people, but that portion simply does not care about their country, their nationality, or even their own tribe, and once they make enough, they will leave this place...

But Joe Ga was different!

He seemed to rather hope that the locals would keep their industries and grow and strengthen them.

In truth, Bilus knew a little about the current situation of the local tribes; as Sangha Town developed, the people of the tribes found work, and the tribal leaders’ control over the tribes was declining.

You open a factory that theoretically belongs to the tribe; hoarding it all by yourself is already bad enough, but not being willing to pay the tribespeople a sufficient salary – how could that be acceptable?

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Nevertheless, these are the kinds of pure-blooded uneducated chieftains, and they don’t even need others to take care of them; their own tribe will inevitably rebel and take them down sooner or later.

And the truly perceptive leaders are corporatizing the tribes, with paying salaries being just the beginning; they understand that if they can support more people, their power will be even stronger!

In the past, to annex a tribe required war; not anymore; Elder Bilus took out 1.5 million to take over a tribe of 1,200 people.

For a person with vision, this is a guaranteed win trade.

This method is slightly more crooked than what Joe Ga had imagined, but it was already the best scenario.

Elder Bilus invited Joe Ga to the center position with a smile and made an inviting gesture, saying, "Hu Lang, I trust you, but there are many fools here.

Come and talk to us; we want to know what exactly is the future of Sangha Town?

I want to know even more how exactly you sold those buildings!

A house for 10,000 US Dollars each, you’ve already sold 600 of them, and now have 600 more workers who adore you...

How did you do it?"

After listening, Joe Ga shook his head with a wry smile, looking at some of the excited young men behind Bilus, and said, "Houses can sell for money because the Central Africa Development Bank trusts me.

This is actually a form of collective financing, where when the boss, workers, and bank all view the company’s future development positively, they can follow my model to advance the workers’ salaries for the next few decades.

If you’re interested, I can have professionals talk to you about it.

But today, let’s talk about the future of Sangha Town...

The French have come; we can’t resist them, nor is there any need to.

You’ve already taken the key parts of the industry chain; now, what we need to do is clear enough space for the French to carry out their projects.

I don’t want to see anyone as an enemy; I believe every bit of investment is beneficial to Sangha Town.

If some of you want to sell the industries to the French, I have no objections.

But I remind you, keeping more than half the share of key industries is what ensures that the people of Central Africa have a say.

Based on the current situation in Sangha Town, I believe in 5 to 10 years, the workers’ salaries can rise to 500, 600, or even 800 US Dollars, and only then can Sangha Town truly begin to prosper.

But if the core industries were bought out by the French, do you think my hopes can be realized?

The wealth of one person is meaningless for a region or country; only when everyone becomes wealthy, that money put into circulation can yield even greater benefits.

When that day truly comes, perhaps the steel industry chain will no longer be the pillar of Sangha Town; we can conduct trades that are more profitable and more meaningful."

As he spoke, Joe Ga spread his hands, saying sincerely, "I am trying my best to expand the cake, trying hard to make money for everyone, trying to do something truly meaningful, striving to become a respected person!

I came to you with sincerity and hope; you certainly don’t want to see me disheartened!

Central Africa may be in bad shape, but its people are not beasts; no one is born to be poor.

We have had a good start, I hope that everyone is worthy of a good ending!"