King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 979 - 876: When I Say I’ll Slap Your Face, I’ll Slap Your Face

Chapter 979 -876: When I Say I’ll Slap Your Face, I’ll Slap Your Face

Joe Ga wasn’t aware of what was happening elsewhere; in the end, he ceded the stage to Bigmouth Tang, allowing him to hold a very successful campaign rally.

Initially, Joe Ga thought that many of the things he’d said earlier were already bordering on excess, but he wasn’t prepared for Bigmouth Tang to take it even further.

This guy relentlessly criticized the governance of the black folks and Rashiri, labeling Rashiri as a greedy spokesperson for big capital. On top of that, he loudly condemned the current president as weak and incompetent—a clueless idiot.

Bigmouth Tang intentionally riled up the audience’s nationalism, almost like he wished the crowd would storm the White House right then and there.

Joe Ga looked around at the crowd’s nonchalant reaction. In amazement, he turned to Steven and said, “If an ordinary person said the same things, they would’ve already landed in jail.

Was I being too reserved earlier? Honestly, I think I didn’t even show my full hand…”

Steven paused for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled, replying, “That’s Bigmouth Tang’s style—lots of people love him, but just as many hate him.

The political correctness pushed by the establishment has gone a bit overboard. It’s hurt conservatives across the board.

Combine that with the shrinking industrial capital and rising unemployment rates, and Bigmouth Tang has found the perfect audience and opportunity.”

Joe Ga nodded thoughtfully and said, “A sharply divided society is like this—blue-collar middle-class folks have it the worst. A small change can completely shatter their lives.

Honestly, being broke makes life tough no matter where you are, right?”

Steven nodded affirmatively and said, “Of course. When you’re broke, it feels like the entire world is against you.

But as long as you have money, you’ll find that everything becomes simpler.

All of our efforts ultimately boil down to ‘money.’ The key is the ‘US Dollar.’ If the dollar isn’t stable, the world isn’t stable, and wars will erupt.

Our military owes its growth to US debt; you know how high the depreciation rate for military equipment is. To cover the interest on the debt, we rely on the military to generate profits.

For now, this model appears relatively stable!”

Joe Ga didn’t necessarily agree with Steven’s theory, but he did share one sentiment:

Investing in the military is essentially an investment, and investments demand returns.

Looking back at Europe and America, you’ll understand why the nations under NATO’s framework are unwilling to develop their own military forces.

Without the pressure to defend their nations, the return on military investment is just too low.

America’s mind-boggling military expenditure not only builds an enormous military force but also stimulates rapid growth in many high-tech industries.

This government-driven industrial transformation is one of the critical reasons the United States remains at the pinnacle of technological innovation.

Famous projects like the Manhattan atomic bomb program and the Apollo moon landing are prime examples; no one can deny the impact these initiatives had on the world.

These projects’ success elevated America to the peak of Earth’s technological mountain, allowing it to look down on all other countries.

That was only the beginning, and America quickly grew accustomed to this pattern, as its benefits were continuous and carried immense scalability.

Even if such investments fail, the outcomes generated by large monetary inputs still yield enormous benefits for the entire country…

For instance, take the world’s most advanced fighter jet, the F-22, and the most cutting-edge warship, the Zumwalt.

The F-22 program involved over 200 companies and nearly 100,000 people, and the research required a whopping $40 billion, yet the US Army procured only slightly over 100 jets.

The Zumwalt is even more extravagant…

From a purely commercial perspective, the F-22 and Zumwalt projects were failures.

However, these projects didn’t just create jobs during the research phase; the technological breakthroughs led to numerous derivative products, generating tremendous economic benefits.

Joe Ga wanted a piece of this pie, so the bullet production line he’d ordered from Germany was already en route to the copper mines in North Kivu.

Joe Ga intended to develop new high-caliber bullets—meeting his personal demands while also aiming to compete for national bullet contracts.

Beyond that, he hoped to create a bullet supply chain that could directly process raw metal resources onsite, connecting Sangha Town and North Kivu Province while extending the supply chain.

But this wasn’t something one man could accomplish alone…

Even gunpowder alone could be broken down into countless subcategories, not to mention metallurgy and casting demands…

Joe Ga’s unique advantages could meet his personal needs, allowing him to lead a small team across the battlefield, but they couldn’t fulfill the requirements of P·B or the broader market.

Building a new supply chain required him to initiate a pilot project that could attract local and even foreign investment.

If Joe Ga could produce bullets, others could manufacture grenades, mortar shells, and artillery rounds…

If they could produce weapons, they could also create civilian goods.

The benefits of expanding an industrial chain and extending a supply chain were self-evident…

Stability, stability—Joe Ga craved stability!

Only with a stable base could his business endure for the long term.

Steven was right: ‘Money’ was crucial. To someone like him from America, the US Dollar was paramount.

For Joe Ga, ‘US Dollars’ and ‘Euros,’ these international currencies were equally significant. But even more important was converting this money into tangible industry development.

For Joe Ga, mere cash was no longer enough!

With humanitarian corridors gradually stabilizing, Joe Ga had piles of cash at his disposal, and he needed to determine where to allocate these funds.

Sangha Town was still losing money, and Tubruq and the safety zones still required investment. Nonetheless, the trade surpluses had started to offset a portion of the immediate expenses, turning a profit.

Joe Ga planned to entrust the excess cash to Gami for banking operations, but simply earning currency returns wasn’t enough for him—he wanted to develop more industries…

After the rally, Joe Ga left the venue with Steven. He intended to brainstorm with Steven to see if he could persuade his wife to invest in Central Africa’s oil and gas resources.

However, as Joe Ga passed Jared, he noticed Ika standing by him worriedly…

Initially, Joe Ga had thought about finding a quiet spot to confront someone, but when he saw Jared smugly greeting New York elites…

He suddenly halted and smiled slightly at the concerned Ika, and just as Jared was about to speak, Joe Ga grabbed him by the neck, pulling him forward and thrusting his head fiercely into Jared’s nose…

With a crisp ‘crunch,’ Jared let out a muffled groan, clutching his shattered nose as he collapsed to the ground.

Ika screamed, squatting down to assist Jared while glaring furiously at the unmoved Joe Ga, shouting, “Enough!”

Joe Ga stared calmly at Jared, whose face was smeared with blood, glaring back with equal amounts of confusion and venom. Shaking his head indifferently, Joe Ga spoke, “I said I’d smash his face, and I follow through.

You all know what he’s done. Greed is human, but there are things you shouldn’t take that don’t belong to you.” ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

With that, Joe Ga clapped Steven and Eric on the shoulders and walked away. He called back to Ika, “This is just the beginning. It’s not over yet. I’ll be waiting for your husband to apologize to me and my friends.”

Joe Ga’s words seemed casual, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.

Bannon, the previously invisible political advisor, looked on gleefully at the bewildered Jared before resolutely trailing after Joe Ga’s group, hoping to use Eric to establish a connection with the real boss.

The exit was located behind the venue, so those at the front couldn’t see what had happened, but many New York elites witnessed the scene firsthand.

They didn’t know the exact reason for the incident, but they could all sense that Joe Ga and Bigmouth Tang were not entirely aligned. Otherwise, Joe Ga would never have treated Tang’s son-in-law this way.

By giving Tang’s supporters a massive sweetener and then drenching him with icy water in front of the elites, Joe Ga’s sudden shift left Tang deeply unsettled.

His gaze flitted between his son-in-law and Joe Ga before he decisively shook his head and left the venue.

He neither followed Joe Ga nor stayed to console his injured son-in-law.

Ika refused to let the incident jeopardize her father’s political career. She signaled two terrified assistants to help the miserable Jared up, draping his head with a suit jacket as she hustled him to a car…

In the car heading to the hospital, Jared clutched handfuls of tissues to his constantly bleeding mouth and nose…

That headbutt from Joe Ga hadn’t just shattered his nose; it had also crushed his self-esteem.

“That lunatic—how dare he do this to me…”

Listening to her husband’s muffled roars of anger, Ika coldly said, “When you sold information about Eric’s girlfriend and made promises to Mayor Ludi, didn’t you think about the repercussions of messing with others’ interests?

Did you think Hu Lang and Steven’s group would provide help for free?”

Looking at Jared’s increasingly sinister expression, Ika grabbed his arm forcefully. “Haven’t you realized by now that Hu Lang is warning you, me, and my father…

The tricks you use for business have no bearing on someone like Hu Lang!

His operations dwarf you and father combined. What makes you think you can steal something that belongs to him?”

Infuriated, Jared slammed his fist into the back of the driver’s seat, startling the driver…

“How dare he? Just because he gave a speech?

No—my father is the president; it’ll be him who makes the final decisions!”

Ika looked at the enraged Jared with a frosty expression and said, “He’s my father…

You need to take some time to cool down…”

Jared froze; he wasn’t naive. He understood perfectly well what the current situation entailed.

What baffled him was how a ‘political investor’ dared treat him like this—it was nothing like he had imagined.

Watching Ika’s cold demeanor, Jared shook his head painfully and asked, “What does he mean by waiting for my apology?”

Ika looked at the disheveled Jared and sighed, saying, “It’s exactly what it sounds like—he’s waiting for you to apologize and offer restitution. Otherwise, this won’t be over.

Jared, you made a stupid mistake…”