King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Tong Tong's arrival made Qiao Liang's head grow even bigger…

When it came to 'chaotic antics', Tong Tong was definitely serious!

The girl got in the car, ordered the convoy to turn around without a second word, and then reenacted the 'welcome the princess' scene at the main gate of her alma mater.

Her girlfriends, holding up their phones, were filming and yelling, cursing Tong Tong to 'hurry up and take a tumble'.

In front of all eyes, she boarded the A8, didn't forget to take a selfie, then while posting it to her Moments, she asked, "Let's go, where are we heading next?"

Qiao Liang saw several familiar-looking professors blocked outside the school gate, unable to enter, and he didn't have the guts to show his face.

Since the lady had spoken, Qiao Liang hurriedly told the driver, "Move it, move it!"

Monica saw the driver looking at her for guidance, she smiled, gave an address, and then said, 'Let's hit the road.'

Tong, who was busy with her Moments, heard this, looked up curiously, and said, "What are we going to the Administration for Industry and Commerce for? To see my dad?"

Monica had been instructed and of course knew who Tong's father was, she smiled and said, "We're going to pick up a retired auditor, and then we're going to pick up a commerce specialist, after that we can head to the company."

The unsuspecting Tong Tong, pulling along a somewhat pale Qiao Liang, said, "Qiao Liang, my dad has been treating me badly lately, let's go show him what we're made of!"

Qiao Liang looked at the 'dutiful daughter' as if he was seeing a ghost, resignedly said, "Madam, can we take it easy for a bit?

You spend all day showing off 'princes' and 'princesses' in your Moments, and our dad has already been called in for several talks. If you keep this up, it's uncertain whether our dad can get a proper position before he retires."

Hearing this, Tong Tong said unhappily, "Hmph, who told him not to let me open a company? Did I break the law?"

Qiao Liang, painfully covering his face, said, "Making a facial mask machine and selling cucumber masks isn't a big deal, but this kind of business doing 30 masks a day, it's really not worth setting up a company for.

You trick princess Briella into stealing her mother's masks to put on her face, pretending they're cucumber masks to advertise for you, I wouldn't dare to approve it either.

Doing this isn't starting a company; you're gearing up to cause trouble for our Foreign Ministry. Charlene's husband is not one to cross lightly."

Saying so, Qiao Liang took Tong Tong by the hand and said, "Tong Tong, listen to me this time; our dad's heart hasn't been very well lately. Can we let him off the hook?"

The two chattered continuously, and the car stopped in front of the Administration for Industry and Commerce. Qiao Liang, sitting on the outermost side on the right, was just about to open the door to get out, when the door was pulled open…

Old Tong's obsequious smile hadn't had the chance to properly surface before he saw his future son-in-law and his own little troublemaker.

Seeing Monica sitting on the backseat on the left, Old Tong knew he hadn't opened the wrong door. He squeezed out a smile, got Qiao Liang out of the car, and then with a 'bang' shut his daughter inside the car.

Old Tong, like someone dealing with an energetic Husky, ignored the girl's thrashing about and asked Qiao Liang to guard the car door, then curiously looked at Qiao Liang and said, "Jia Liang International Trade, you're the 'Liang' in that?"

Facing his future father-in-law's question, Qiao Liang honestly answered, "Seems like it, uncle... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come here, this—"

"Don't, don't call me uncle…"

Old Tong glanced back at a group of colleagues not far away, then, embracing Qiao Liang's shoulder like a relative, he said with a smile, "Does 'uncle' sound too distant? Call me 'dad'!

Here, let me introduce you to our bureau chief, and later I will personally escort my mentor to your company for work."

Qiao Liang: "..."

Qiao Liang had not imagined that picking up people for work could also create such a spectacle?

He still didn't realize what it meant to the Administration for Industry and Commerce to have a company within its jurisdiction that had an actual registered capital of 1 billion Chinese yuan and was prepared to genuinely spend tens of billions of Chinese yuan every year.

In any case, he was dragged along by his future father-in-law, enjoying a round of praise for 'excellence at a young age' and 'formidable youth', and then met an old tax officer who he was told had worked in auditing his whole life.

Next, they went to the Commerce Department doorway to pick up a few 'so-called' outstanding graduates who had failed the civil service exams, only to be taken to a small building in the embassy district.

It was only then that Qiao Liang discovered Monica had already prepared everything in advance.

The people they picked up en route were less about respecting talent and more about making Qiao Liang aware of their backgrounds, knowing where to go and whom to appease when the time was right!

A finance director 'recommended' by the Ministry of Finance, a genius accountant introduced by the Administration of Industry and Commerce's tax service, and a trade elite 'eliminated' by the Ministry of Commerce.

The former was necessary because the way Jia Liang settled his oil business with America was quite complicated; he had large assets in America and did not want to find trouble, so he had to follow international conventions and settle oil transactions in US dollars.

Only that Jia Liang's account was with Bank of China, and those funds could be rotated inside before being directly converted into Chinese yuan and injected into 'Jia Liang Trading Company', effectively making it a settlement in Chinese yuan.

Due to huge amounts and China's significant restrictions on foreign capital, it required a very complicated process, which was eventually sorted out by the Ministry of Finance, who also introduced a 'finance director.'

This 'finance director' was not to oversee Jia Liang Trading Company but to ensure the company fully enjoyed various favorable treatments.

Selling oil to China and then directly changing dollars into yuan to be scattered into the domestic Chinese market effectively promoted domestic market prosperity—it was like China profiting several times over.

Tax exemption was the bare minimum, various subsidies had to keep up!

According to conservative estimates by the Ministry of Commerce, as long as Jia Liang's business went smoothly, he would spend tens of billions of yuan in the country every year.

How much prosperity this money could create was beyond most people's imaginations.

If this money were spent on light industry…

Cotton production would need to be increased, farmers could profit, raw materials would need to ramp up with benefits extending to factories, workers, and local finance, and clothing factories would need to up production, similarly benefitting local finances and providing work for laborers.

Every sector and place this money passed through would be revitalized!

Qiao Liang's only duty was to spend money, spend it unrestrainedly in huge amounts, while his brother took the things he bought with that money to conquer the market.

'The Market'!

That was indeed the core of an export-oriented economy, and with just a move, Boss Qiao scratched the itchiest spot of China.

This duo's operations made it impossible to count how many victories China had won!
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The kid was now like a walking beacon of wealth, more precious than a giant panda.

It wasn't just about being arrogant—he could live like an emperor if he wanted to, with the Palace surely having to clear out a room for him to indulge himself.

If the 'Chief Financial Officer's' task was to get policies for Xiao Qiao, then the 'Commercial Bureau's godly accountant' was in charge of meticulously planning and reviewing the usage of funds.

Of course, they weren't auditing Qiao Liang but rather those merchandise suppliers.

Placing the company in the Commercial Bureau's jurisdiction, where Tong Tong's father was working, was not just fooling around; it was leveraging relationships, with a promotion for Old Tong imminent.

As for those 'eliminated elites' from the Ministry of Commerce, let's not even go there. The trade of bulk commodities overseas is quite complicated; it needs truly professional people to handle it.

Especially when 'commodities' involve some sensitive materials, that's when you need specialized people to run errands for paperwork.

The 'power' derived from 'purchasing power' was definitely no joke when it came to Qiao Liang!

This guy just had to continuously go on a rampage of 'buying, buying, buying', and he could buy a thriving splendor, forge a golden avenue, craft a wonderful life, because nobody hates a spender.

Strictly speaking, what he was doing wasn't just business but a form of 'charity', and such a Qiao Liang had no enemies!

This business deal sounded like a fairy tale, but the reality was that all the pressure was on Boss Qiao's side.

Qiao Liang needed to spend tens of billions a year, but that didn't mean that money was all Boss Qiao's.

The materials those funds were converted into would be supplied to Boss Qiao's partners, letting them transform it into even more wealth.

Boss Qiao could only take a portion yet had to strive for it, mediate, fight, and maintain balance.

This was like Boss Qiao inviting a bunch of people to a communal feast, then taking all the profits for Qiao Liang to burn through, and finally, using the higher added-value basic materials to convert into US dollars to satisfy his allies' appetites.

Qiao Liang was burning the resources of the Liberian government and warlords, buying domestic prosperity, and filling the hungry Liberian market.

This kind of business, should a place like Liberia stabilize and further open its market, would be subject to global market shocks.

Therefore, Qiao Liang had only about five golden years; he had to go all out during this time so that later, no matter what happened, he would be able to move with ease.

However, Joe Ga never mentioned this to Qiao Liang and hadn't called him recently either.

In Joe Ga's mind, if he wanted to cure his brother of his stinginess, he had to use strong medicine.

Where was King Duoyu from that movie supposed to fit in?

Even King Duoyu wouldn't understand the world of a godly rich man!

Could you, Qiao Liang, bear to watch the farmers of a poor county suffer in poverty surrounded by their fruit-laden trees?

When a godly rich wants to buy fruit, and the local government builds a road to facilitate transport by tightening their belts, that's fair, right?

If the godly rich finds canned goods easier to transport and tells people to invest in a can factory, you have to give him face, don't you?

If the godly rich wants to farm, shouldn't that picturesque place be at his disposal?

Whatever he grows, he can do the math and buy it himself, guaranteed not to lose money because he's not burning his own money, but oil dollars!

Compared to Xiao Qiao, those Middle Eastern princes aren't all that...

Those princes are burning oil from their own lands, while Xiao Qiao burns what's from others' lands—entirely different realms!

Qiao Liang, in a daze, presided over the company's opening ceremony, wielded the golden scissors for the ribbon cutting without making a single coherent statement, and was then surrounded by a group of women in qipaos with slits that almost reached their chests, and ushered inside the company.

The small fry outside were there for the spectacle; the significant figures were seated inside the company.

A bunch of suit-clad nobodies holding sparklers were setting them off indiscriminately and then entered this place that looked more like a clubhouse than a company.

They wandered around with champagne, giggling and discussing how to get orders from Xiao Qiao.

Some representatives of the corporate giants, however, handed over various materials lists to Qiao Liang after he reached the meeting room…

Spinning in confusion, Qiao Liang flipped through the lists and said in disbelief, "My brother doesn't need these, does he?

His company is in Central Africa, what does he need large convoys for?"

A company representative said with a smug smile, "He might not need them now, but that doesn't mean he won't in the future. I'm just showing you what we can provide.

Look at the back, your brother has already secured an upstream security contract for the Congo River from the Central African Government.

Given his close relationship with the Congo Government, securing the entire security contracts for the Congo Basin isn't out of the question, and he could use these.

Fast, powerful, bulletproof and interference-resistant, with a five-year warranty, all at a cheap price and in ample supply."

Qiao Liang gave a dry laugh, closed the frighteningly detailed catalogue of quotes he held, and picked up another one. Barely flipping a page, it was like he'd been stabbed in the eye; he quickly closed the booklet and stood up with a hollow laugh, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm feeling a bit unwell in my stomach, I'll just visit the restroom…"