King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Qiao Liang had an extraordinary day...

A call of "Sister Monica" brought a bright smile to the enchantress's face, and then Qiao Liang, like a pampered pretty boy, was led by the enchantress into a mall he wouldn't normally dare enter, where he bought a set of absurdly priced clothes from head to toe.

When the wealthy go shopping, they park their luxury cars right in front of the mall and naturally there are security guards to help them park, but not 'Sister Monica'.

An A8 along with four A6s just parked straight by the roadside in front of the mall.

A row of black bodyguards folded their arms and stood there, leaving the traffic police who wanted to come over to ask questions completely dumbfounded.

After urgently inquiring about the fleet's license plates through their radios, the traffic police muttered curses under their breath and directed the mall's security to surround the vehicles with temporary parking signs.

Then, they themselves braved the spitting rebuke of the common people, striving to direct traffic to prevent 'road blood clots' from turning into 'cerebral infarctions'.

In an era when everyone has a cellphone, such 'arrogant and unreasonable' behavior was quickly uploaded to the internet.

Knowledgeable people in the Capital City were still numerous, and the identity of that line of 'low-profile' Audis was soon fleshed out.

'Congo embassy diplomatic vehicles,' although there was no national flag on the car's front, the vehicles' identity was marked by the bright stickers at the upper right corner of the inside of the windows—these were their mobile territories, no wonder the traffic police encounter only left them deflated.

However, this situation soon aroused the discontent of various online celebrity bigwigs. With their heads heavy from hangovers, driving all sorts of luxury cars with beauties, they wanted to confront these 'foreigners.'

By the time they arrived, what awaited them was the iron-faced impartiality of the police's road checks.

When Qiao Liang came out of the mall, there were already three layers of people inside and three layers outside, with most people holding up their cell phones trying to catch footage of the 'privileged class' to post online for public criticism.

Since when could Congolese folks be so arrogant?

To everyone's surprise, the protagonists turned out to be a Chinese youth and a gorgeous dame comparable to a Hollywood star.

Qiao Liang was completely stunned until he realized something was wrong from the odd looks of the onlookers, and it occurred to him that he should cover his face.

But by then it was too late, as 'live reporters' had already begun broadcasting all sorts of speculations on Doulang.

Rumors about some second-generation, third-generation, or some notable person's grandson rose uproariously.

Tong Tong, meanwhile, was awoken by a series of relentless phone calls. Under what might have been well-meaning (or Schadenfreude-laden) reminders from various sisters, Tong Tong opened Doulang...

After watching several chaotic videos, Tong Tong suddenly covered her face in anger, took out her phone, and called Qiao Liang...

"Qiao Liang, you bastard, why didn't you take me along for such a grand affair?

I want to go too, let's drive our cars into the Palace for a spin!!

In the future, you'll be the tyrant who bullies both men and women, and I'll be the Queen who manages the tyrant, hahaha..."

Qiao Liang hung up the phone, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at the smugly smiling Monica, and begged with hands pressed together, "Big sister, we really don't have to do this!

If it goes on like this, I won't be able to carry on with my life!"

As he spoke, Qiao Liang pointed to his own outrageously imposing fleet that 'never causes traffic jams' even during the morning rush hour and said helplessly, "Big sister, it's just the two of us, we don't need to be so extravagant; what exactly do you need?"

Monica, smiling indulgently, took out a document and handed it to Qiao Liang, saying, "Your brother is now trying to liberate two cities in Liberia, and he needs you to establish an international trade company to organize and send living supplies there. Find your next adventure on My Virtual Library Empire

I've been here for a few days already, helping you with the company registration, and now everything is settled."

Qiao Liang looked at the thick document in his hand. He didn't immediately start to read it, but instead said in disbelief, "My brother went to Liberia to fight a war?"

Monica replied, wrinkling her nose and with a hint of envy in her voice, "The boss is sympathetic to Devil Bird, so he wants to go and help her folks back home.

Don't worry about the details. Just flip to the last page and sign; from then on, you're the actual owner of Jialiang International Trade."

On hearing this, Qiao Liang helplessly said, "What I studied has nothing to do with international trade; I can't do this.

Big sister, my airship project has just gotten on the right track, and I'm currently rebidding for a new airship control and surveillance system. I'm really busy!"

As Monica watched their convoy exit the expressway, she pointed ahead and said, "You're the boss; you have to learn to delegate. Most importantly, you need to learn to enjoy your privileges.

Being low-key is your right, but you must get used to the attention and criticism from the outside world."

Monica, gesturing to the document in Qiao Liang's hand, added with a smile, "Once you sign this, you'll no longer be an ordinary person: you'll be responsible for the livelihood of tens, even hundreds of thousands of people."

Hearing this, Qiao Liang hesitated momentarily before flipping to the last page and signing his name, then said resignedly, "Can we keep a lower profile from now on? Where is the company located, and what exactly do I need to do anyway?"

Monica took back the document with a smile and said, "You currently have one billion yuan at your disposal, and there will be more in the future. We need to find some professionals to help you spend all that money."

Qiao Liang, who had always been thrifty since childhood, found his breathing grow rapid under the pressure of the number 'one billion'.

He said in disbelief, "Where did my brother get so much money?"

Monica said with a beaming smile, "This is the advance payment for crude oil from the Petroleum and Natural Gas Group.

All you have to do is turn this money into basic living supplies, medicines, electronic products, and so on, then ship them off to Tubruq in Liberia.

Think about it, maybe starting today, you could decide what the people of Liberia eat, use, and wear. Wouldn't that feel like a great achievement?"

Qiao Liang decisively shook his head and said, "No, spending money makes me feel pain!"

Monica was taken aback by Qiao Liang's retort, then she rolled her eyes in irritation and said, "Your brother told me to tell you, the profits generated by this company in the future are all yours. Once everything is stable, you can go back to farming if you want to continue trying that...."

As she spoke, Monica gestured to stop Qiao Liang who was about to say something and pointed to a large gate in front of them, "See that? Your finance director is there...."

Qiao Liang looked at the sign at the gate, then said in disbelief, "No way, someone from the Ministry of Finance?"

Monica nodded with a smile and said, "To be exact, a retired official from the Ministry of Finance.

I don't understand her resume well, but the people from the Petroleum and Natural Gas Group hold her in high respect. They say it's because of her exceptional professional skills. She will lead a few 'interns' to sort out the company's financial issues.

Once you get out of the car, have a chat with them; if you don't like them, send them away. We still have other people to meet."

Qiao Liang was taken aback for a moment, pointed at the convoy following them, and said, "So we're here to pick people up, not to show off on purpose!"

Monica chuckled lightly and nodded, "The vehicle you are riding in belongs to the Congo Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The treatment you're getting is legitimate anywhere. Why feel like you're showing off?

I've been here for many days. I've seen many people who are much more high-profile and much more detestable than you, yet they still have countless followers. What are you worried about?"

With that, Monica patted Qiao Liang, who was still feeling a bit uncomfortable, on the arm and said, "Little boss, from now on, you're a big shot!

You have one billion in cash, and the purchasing power it generates can lead to immense power.

Your brother said if you can learn how to spend money correctly, you could benefit millions of people."

Qiao Liang paused, then said incredulously, "Spend money to benefit millions of people? What does that mean?"

Monica could tell that Qiao Liang really wasn't ready and needed to be fully motivated to achieve the boss's goals.

She abandoned the idea of having Qiao Liang receive the employees. She got out of the car, arranged for a stern-looking woman with greying hair and several young 'interns' in a vehicle, and then got back into the car.

As the car resumed its journey, Monica spoke up, "You might not know, but I once was the mistress of the number three man in the Gulf Cartel, and it was your brother who saved my life."

As she talked, Monica looked at Qiao Liang, who was staring in astonishment, and said with a smile, "There's nothing wrong with saying that, after all, my boss doesn't mind.

You wanted to know how 'spending money can benefit people,' right? I can't articulate it that well, but I can tell you about the things I've witnessed.

Farmers in Mexico suffer a lot because what they grow can never compete with America.

Then the drug cartels started giving them money, encouraging them to grow marijuana, then buying it up to make more money and encourage more people to grow marijuana.

Do you know why the drug war in Mexico can never end?

Because it's tied to the livelihoods of many farmers!

The drug dealers build roads and houses on their turf, spending money, constantly spending money...."

While saying this, Monica looked at Qiao Liang, whose eyes looked like they were about to pop out, and she said with a smile, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not suggesting you become a drug dealer. Those bastards did some good deeds, but they did a lot more bad.

I just want to say, you have a lot of capital to use, and you can lead the agricultural development of a place....

Well, the boss talked on the phone a lot with me, but I didn't understand much....

What he meant was if you want to 'farm,' you can't just think about picking up a hoe and working the land.

You can use the capital you have to guide the agricultural development of a certain place, to experiment with your own ideas.

Of course, it's best if the crops are suitable for Liberia and the Middle East because the boss can find a market for your products.

He personally recommended grains and fruits because the former is solid currency, and the latter is convenient to process into canned goods for transport, with vitamins also being an important basic supply."

Qiao Liang, with his head in his hands, looked at Monica who was pitching him the drug trade business idea, was just about to say something when a taxi suddenly cut in front of the A8.

Well-dressed, Tong Tong leaped out of the taxi and rushed to the A8, pounding on the car window forcefully....

"Qiao Liang, hurry up and open the door, take me with you to strut our stuff!!"