King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 379 - 365: The Prince’s Ideal

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Helping the Shah fight his wars was just Joe Ga talking nonsense; he didn’t have that much time, nor did he have enough manpower to earn the Shah’s money.

Selling arms to them was even more ludicrous, as they would go directly to the arms factories and make large purchases with their checkbooks.

However, to completely resolve Monica’s troubles, it was still necessary to meet that Harlotte.

With that Crown Prince nearby, Harlotte definitely wouldn’t dare to talk nonsense with Joe Ga, because he intended to place Monica beside the Crown Prince as an undercover agent...

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Theoretically, this guy was not on the same side as Joe Ga, having had fierce confrontations in the past, not to mention his previous record of selling ’Medic Officer Bird’ to terrorists.

But now the big shots on both sides had chosen to cease hostilities; if Joe Ga killed Harlotte, it would be complicating matters unnecessarily, showing a lack of brains, and would give the people on the department of justice’s line the wrong impression that he couldn’t control himself.

Since a meeting was necessary, it had to be in a place where Joe Ga could definitely hold the upper hand and suppress Harlotte’s arrogance once and for all. As for what would happen afterward, Joe Ga didn’t care at all.

If Harlotte had any intelligence, he wouldn’t start a fight with Joe Ga while the big shots hadn’t fully agreed on their deal, sending the department of justice camp into the enemy lines.

Once everything had calmed down, even if Harlotte didn’t cause any trouble, Joe Ga would find a way to cut off his reach into Central Africa, and, if necessary, taking his life was a possibility.

’Medic Officer Bird’ was just one aspect; Harlotte’s support for the North Central African diamond warlord ’Zetaka’ was no secret.

Joe Ga was willing to negotiate and communicate with others anywhere except in Central Africa, where he had invested too much effort.

Saying he wanted to turn Central Africa into an impenetrable fortress was a bit arrogant, but Joe Ga was confident in gaining complete autonomy there; it was his base.

Until the iron ore was fully mined, that would always be Joe Ga’s core industry because as long as that production chain existed, he could feed 100,000 people, 200,000 people, even 300,000 people, and even more could draw benefits from the industry chain.

This was really the foundation of his power!

’A strong fist, enough brothers, enough people relying on me for their livelihood’—

This sounded like the mantra of a gangster, but the essence of power is just that.

Joe Ga could talk and laugh with Aaron, the son-in-law of the Mori Family, and even cooperate on some matters, but not with Harlotte.

Although Joe Ga had never met this Harlotte, their positions had already determined that their relationship could never be good.

Watching Monica sitting there, her arm resting on the small table, her right hand supporting her chin, leaning forward to reveal a startling cleavage, Joe Ga subconsciously crossed his legs and took out his phone to call Prince Sayyid...

When the call connected, before Joe Ga could speak, he heard Sayyid’s loud voice on the other end: "Hu Lang, when are you coming back?

I’ve found a construction team, and the resort is ready to start construction.

My brother Hamandan saw Namo’s pictures; he’s fallen in love with her. So my vacation villa might need to be enlarged, transformed into a Dubai Royal Family palace, and you need to come back to sign off on it..."

Joe Ga was stunned for a moment, then said, "Anyway, it’s your money, so do as you please."

Sayyid on the other end was choked up by this response, and then said somewhat gloomily, "Karman said without your consent, nobody can change the plans that have been set.

Hu Lang, this here is your business. Where are you? I can send my plane to pick you up.

Even for building a separate room for Namo, Karman doesn’t agree. That’s not right; I am the major sponsor, after all."

Joe Ga was stunned again; he hadn’t expected Karman to be so strict about that place after he left Central Africa...

Thinking of Sayyid, a wealthy playboy in global terms, sweating and spending money in that godforsaken place in Central Africa, and still nobody was willing to listen to him, Joe Ga felt like laughing.

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After clearing his throat, Joe Ga laughed and said, "I still have some matters to handle; I estimate it’ll take about ten days to wrap up.

But if you have the time, could you come to Los Angeles?

I heard that a Prince from Saudi Arabia will be visiting Los Angeles; could you find out if I could take part in his party? I want to take the chance to meet with a certain person during that event?"

The surprised Sayyid replied from the other end, "You want to meet ’Prince Nayif’?

He is second in line to the throne of Saudi Arabia, but many think he might not outlive the current King.

The current King is trying to change the Saudi succession system, shifting from brother-to-brother succession to a father-to-son model.

He has already stripped his brother Mukrin of his Crown Prince title, and the next target may well be Prince Nayif, who is the son of the King’s brother and the third-ranking member of the Saudi Sudairi Group.

The King is consolidating power, looking to help his son Mohammed ascend.

Prince Nayif’s trip to America is likely seeking external support, and right now, making contact with him carries great risk."

Joe Ga whistled and laughed, saying, "It’s the 21st century, and royal family struggles are still this intense?

But no worries. I just want to slip into the Prince’s gathering to see the sights and meet the diamond dealer Harlotte."

As a prince of one of the Emirates under the United Arab Emirates, Sayyid’s status was miles away from that of the Shah’s Prince Nayif.

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