King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga had always been growing, evolving from a naive small-time gun dealer to his current status, not by his marksmanship but by his relentless learning and adapting.

As P·B's control area changed, the company's management costs would rise exponentially, and this was unavoidable.

Those so-called 'flat' management models are nonsense for large multinational corporations of this scale.

All such businesses or organizations inevitably have a lot of wasted human resources, and efficiency can never reach its peak.

If a boss doesn't want to be worked to death and wants to retain some personal space, then they must learn to waste...

Waste human resources, waste materials, perform redundant work, and even many seemingly ludicrous tasks within the company are normal.

When Joe Ga realized that he couldn't keep up with everything, he began to actively seek change...

He wrapped an arm around Nis, called up Antar, Karman, and Kitten, and they went up to the roof...

Leaning against a waist-high fence and with his back to the azure Mediterranean, Joe Ga lit a cigar, took a puff, and said, "We can't continue like this, Libya and even Iraq in the future are just business, P·B's core interests lie in Central Africa and Congo."

While stretching his arms, Joe Ga continued, "Sangha Town is already on track, and North-Kivu is quickly integrating. What we need to do is to maintain stability there with our superior military force.

Yet these two endeavors already occupy most of our manpower. We need to recruit new people, but that's still just a drop in the ocean for Libya and Iraq.

Maybe we should consider supporting the locals in Libya to form their own government to manage the cities. Not everything should be handled by Devil Bird."

"Nis's fellow tribesman, Hassan Mahdi Mansour, I've heard has been performing very well; he was an officer in the Hamis Brigade and now he's one of our own at P·B."

"I'm thinking of reorganizing the military force in Libya, led by Hassan, to balance those local administrators.

We'll always be foreigners, and sooner or later we'll have to hand over the administrative powers to the locals.

So why not do it sooner?

I haven't made a dime from Libya until now. I should make the locals aware that what I'm doing now is charity. They owe me!

That's their homeland; they should be more motivated than us!"

Karman and Nis had long been accustomed to Joe Ga's commands. They naturally felt Joe Ga was always right because he hadn't made any mistakes thus far.

They didn't speak up, but it was Antar, who always helped Nis with information work, reluctantly raised his hand and said, "Boss, letting go of Tubruq suddenly could lead to chaos..."

Joe Ga dismissed it confidently, "Then let it be chaotic. We just need to hold tight to the docks and the refinery, ensuring the export of crude oil and the entry of materials.

As long as we have a grip on the purse, we'll have control over the dialogue. As long as Hasan performs adequately, Tubruq won't fall into disarray.

We've been sustaining these people all along, which is wrong. We're a military contracting firm, not a charity.

They need to learn to manage themselves, and then follow the plans I've laid out for them—to clean up, rebuild, and find a new life.

Give them law enforcement authority and a budget to build their own police force. We can't deal with every damn thing; we are soldiers, not nannies.

I've now got my banking license, and soon I'll have a Monaco passport and then set up my banking headquarters in Monaco.

All the funds generated from the pipeline and the refinery will be channeled into my bank.

I don't expect P·B to grow to the extent it did in Central Africa, France, and the National Army wouldn't allow it, but I can control the economic lifelines of Tubruq and Byrdi.

Even if P·B has only a 20% control there after eight years, even if we need to withdraw our troops, I can still maintain control over the situation there, and Devil Bird will still be the queen of Tubruq...

I'm beginning to understand why the great powers are willing to support proxies: because meticulous involvement comes at too high a time, energy, and management cost."

Saying this, Joe Ga looked at Nis with a smile and said, "Nis, Tubruq will still be your city, but if you do what I say, you can fly to my side any time.

Tubruq is your city and your honor, but it's never a prison to confine you.

You are free, and I need you to be free; otherwise, what's the point of our struggle?"

On hearing this, Nis was touched by a mixture of emotions.

She desperately longed to stay by Joe Ga's side, but duty made her choose to part and watch over Tubruq...

Now it seemed Joe Ga had some sort of epiphany, starting to decisively change his attitude, which both pleased and worried Nis.

The early bombings in Tubruq, along with Mr. Qiao's forceful relocation campaign, had always fostered resentment among the locals.

Because once they left Tubruq, they went from proprietors to destitute.

Remember, they didn't want to leave because they didn't want to give up their little bit of property.

Now P·B is just keeping them alive, letting them subsist in Byrdi or even refugee camps, and resentment is, in fact, the most natural reaction.

As administrators, we can't harbor the mentality of 'I feed you, so you must obey me.'

Nor can we expect those people to be grateful!

An administrator's responsibility is to maintain order and stability; on top of that, economic improvement will naturally make the beneficiaries rally around you.

Joe Ga did this in Central Africa, and Nis saw it with her own eyes and took it to heart.

She tried to learn Joe Ga's methods, but she didn't realize that Liberia and Central Africa are different.

The potential in Liberia was much higher than in Central Africa, and the people here had once experienced prosperity; they knew what a good life looked like.

Even under Colonel Ka's dictatorship, Liberia had free medical care, education, public facilities, and housing for eligible citizens, and even those who shared a birthday with Colonel Ka could enjoy the freedom of owning a car.

Despite his greed, Colonel Ka had sprinkled most of his money across the soil of Liberia.

Nis's attempts to follow the practices of Sangha Town were doomed to fall short here.

There really weren't many countries in the world with more room to advance than Central Africa, where every bit of progress could be felt by its people, who developed a sense of belonging from their gains.

The people of Liberia had 'been through the seas,' and they were now in the stage of 'finding water difficult.'

Merely providing them with living supplies in the short term wasn't enough; letting the local people plan and rebuild their city and motivating them with promises for their efforts was the best way.

Otherwise, no matter how much Nis racked her brains, she couldn't win the wholehearted admiration of the locals.

Because they were used to the status quo of warlords dividing up the territory, they would think that the aid you give them is because you're earning even more.

How was Colonel Ka overthrown back then?

A group of youngsters saw slogans on the Internet that called for the overthrow of the dictator, and they went out to do it, leading to conflict…

Did their ignorance play a part, but wasn't the underlying message of overthrowing the dictator a chance to divide the wealth possessed by the dictator?

After a bunch of people exerted effort to topple Colonel Ka, life got worse!

In a turbulent Liberia, a group of foreigners couldn't truly win the hearts of the people or unite everyone.

If it wasn't possible to obtain the kind of comprehensive control seen in Sangha Town, why not simply elevate your own status and retreat behind the scenes?

You manage your own affairs, and we only manage those people of yours!

Respect the locals, give them autonomy, and then control the area with political means.

Even if there were problems, the locals would take the blame, while P·B would just need to maintain a smile from above, showing fangs only when necessary.

With time, location, and people all on P·B's side, Joe Ga felt he could emulate the political tactics of major powers…

I have troops stationed in your country, but public security management is your own business.

It's just that I'm clutching the purse strings as per the contract, so you need to consult me for everything, and I'll only provide you with a reasonable budget.

Joe Ga felt that maybe he had the chance to help Liberia create a clean city management system.

As long as stability and order were maintained, once Liberia regained peace and its people rediscovered their lives, when they looked back, their attitude towards P·B and the 'cruel Devil Bird' would be different.

Create a broadcasting system in Tubruq, even a television network, as long as you control the outlets of communication, slowly influencing and indoctrinating them, it wouldn't be impossible for P·B and the Devil Bird to become symbols of the city.

However, the prerequisite for all this is to gradually dissolve local resistance, transferring power at this stage and fading oneself out is the best strategy.

Nis didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from following Joe Ga's orders…

She liked to watch Boss Joe command with authority because whenever Boss Joe exhibited such a state, P·B's business would ascend to another level.

Some would die because of this, others would benefit…

But none of that mattered; what Nis enjoyed most was going through this process together with Boss Joe.

Seeing the spirited Boss Joe, Nis revealed a smile and said, "I'll call Tubruq to send representatives over.

You're the real boss of P·B, and these words should be said by you to them."

Joe Ga said indifferently, "Then let them come; I don't have time to go there and lecture them.

I respect their thoughts, but they must also respect the interests of P·B.

I need people who understand the situation; they need to know there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."

While Joe Ga spoke, Dorian and Sanderson carried over a stainless steel surgical table that appeared to be for dissections, right above them…

Behind them, Waters carried two sheep by himself, the Hemostat carried large bundles of beef, and the Diamond Quartet looked like they had just raided a supermarket, piling up all sorts of food and condiments in one place…

Watching Grey Wolf and Big Bear of Team D lift another stainless steel table, Joe Ga asked incredulously, "Where did you get this from?"

Dorian said proudly, "Downstairs. The chef will be arriving soon; he said he could bring his own tools, but needed a suitable operation table.

I thought the one in the hospital was the most appropriate...

When I talked to the autopsy doctors, they agreed very readily."

As he said this, Dorian tapped the table and stated with pride, "Don't worry, boss, everything has been sterilized…"