King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Chapter 104 The Arms Company with a Backer

The company known as "Yuginebert" was a state-owned enterprise in Seville Country. In the eyes of a small buyer like Joe Ga, this company was a behemoth.

The scope of its business ranged from guided missiles to automatic rifles, from armored vehicles to armed pickups, from cannons to mortars, from rockets to grenades — there was nothing it didn't produce.

Although most of their products were from the last century, the light weapons still active around the world today were mostly based on those old designs.

The reason was that this Sevillian state-owned trade enterprise had formed a business monopoly over their domestic arms industries.

With the backing of the Defense Ministry of Seville Country, Yuginebert managed to announce an annual weapons export value of about 900 million US Dollars.

Joe Ga wasn't sure about the accuracy of this figure, but he had checked the cost of living and the defense budget of Seville, and understood that this amount was significant for them.

This company, compared to those well-known ones, was a very good partner for small buyers like Joe Ga, offering a state-supported background with affordably priced and abundant armaments.

Most importantly, they were in great need of performance and sales.

Anyone who had worked within a state enterprise knew that sometimes, to keep the factories running and support their staff, they were willing to earn less or even incur slight losses, as the costs of stopping production were even greater.

While weapons made in Seville Country weren't very famous, to Africa, they were already sufficient. Compared to the ammunition produced by smaller Middle Eastern workshops, those from Seville were infinitely more reliable.

Focused on researching information, Joe Ga had forgotten lunch and had hidden in his room until six in the evening, only to be brought back to his senses by the growling of his stomach.

Rushing from his room to the kitchen in search of something to eat, he found nothing ready to eat.

At that moment, Nis came over and, with a smile, brought out a tray of baked flatbread from the oven. "I called you twice at lunch, but you didn't respond. Eat something to fill your stomach first, and if that's not enough, I'll make you some soup."

Joe Ga looked at the baked flatbread on the table...

The thin flatbread had been neatly chopped into small pieces, crisply baked in the oven, then drizzled with olive oil, and sprinkled with black pepper and salt, mixed together with freshly cut cucumbers, tomatoes, and carrots, then finished with a squeeze of lemon juice.

This was a traditional dish from Liberia, the specific name of which Joe Ga did not know, but he had tasted Nis's cooking before, and found it passable when hungry.

Nodding towards Nis and saying 'thank you.', Joe Ga poured himself a glass of water and started to eat at the dining table.

The crispy flatbread seemed especially delicious when hungry; within minutes, Joe Ga had eaten half of it.

Once the pang of hunger had subsided, Joe Ga looked at Nis, who had changed into jeans and a T-shirt, as if slightly dressed up, and smilingly said, "I think you should learn to wear makeup. A pretty girl like you shouldn't always be bare-faced."

Nis smiled shyly, shook her head, and said, "I don't need to; I feel good this way."

Joe Ga didn't notice Nis's expression, as he stuffed another two pieces of flatbread into his mouth, chewing and asking, "Where did Karman go?"

Nis gestured towards the door and said, "I sent Karman to the nearby store to buy red wine. When someone invites you over, you can't go empty-handed."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga looked at her, the MSL girl, and shook his head, "You didn't have to do that; there's wine in the cabin's cellar, and we don't drink much anyway, just bring that along—it's also bought with money.

Believe me, even if I went empty-handed, that guy would still respectfully see me off, and still say 'thank you' as I left."

Nis laughed at Joe Ga's words, "'Thank you'? You expect someone who nearly suffocated in the morning to thank you?"

Joe Ga, confident, said, "Seeing that guy's situation, as long as I help solve his problem, having him call me 'daddy' isn't out of the realm of possibility."

Nis didn't argue with Joe Ga but turned and went back to her room to make the final preparations before their visit.

This girl would decisively express her views when their opinions differed, but afterward, whatever Joe Ga said would go, and she would not argue further.

Fortunately, Joe Ga wasn't really a bad guy; otherwise, this girl would have been sold and still helped count the money.

Joe Ga could sense Nis's issues, so he often teased her to make her talk more, even if it meant clashing with him.

Because Joe Ga considered himself just an amateur. If everyone believed in his authority, he worried he might lead the team into a ditch.

Unfortunately, the girl's obedience was headache-inducing. Sometimes Joe Ga felt at a loss on how to handle her.

When it was 7:45, Joe Ga saw Nis walking out of the room.

He felt the girl had changed a bit, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Not until Nis walked up to him and reminded him that it was almost time, did Joe Ga realize that the girl had put on some lipstick.

Her not-so-delicately featured face brightened up a bit with makeup, making Nis suddenly seem more lively.

Joe Ga stared at Nis for a while until the girl became a bit embarrassed; then he smiled and said, "That's right. From now on, as long as you're not going into battle, wear a bit of lipstick. It looks pretty good...

Well, how should I put it, it seems to add a lot of vitality."

Speaking, Joe Ga, ignoring Nis's somewhat strange expression, waved at Karman and said, "Let's go, meet that obsessive-compulsive arms dealer who feels uncomfortable without an apology."

...…

The trio didn't take a car but ambled along the mountain road lit by street lamps, eventually arriving at the log cabin rented by Ivanovich.

When Joe Ga arrived, Ivanovich and his wife were already standing on the grass under the cabin's porch, seemingly waiting for their arrival.

Gone was the middle-aged man reeking of alcohol and acting crazy that morning. Now, dressed in slacks and a shirt with black-framed glasses, Ivanovich looked more like a scholar than a salesman.

Seeing Joe Ga and his group arriving, he took a few steps forward, shook Joe Ga's hand, and said in a very sincere tone, "I'm very sorry for what happened this morning. It was really rude.

I'm not usually like this; it's just..."

Telling a stranger about his personal issues is impolite, Joe Ga gestured with his hand and said, "No worries. Actually, you are the one who's suffering." Discover exclusive tales on m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

While speaking, Joe Ga looked at the bruises on Ivanovich's cheeks and the ever-smiling Valentina and chuckled, "Next time after drinking, never wander on mountain roads. If I had such a beautiful wife and daughter, I would never risk it.

Losing them would be regrettable for life!"

Ivanovich nodded in agreement and then turned to glance at Anna, who was hiding inside the house and reluctant to come out. He shook his head sadly and said, "I just love them too much.

Unfortunately, my current job doesn't suit me, and I can't find a professional coach for Anna."

With a gloomy expression, Ivanovich shook his head and said, "What kind of father would want his daughter to give up her dreams and become that damn model?"

Joe Ga didn't know what exactly was going on with Ivanovich, but he patted his arm to stop him from saying more.

Looking at Ivanovich, who seemed anxious because his expression was cut short, Joe Ga said with a smile, "Maybe things aren't as bad as you think.

Based on Anna's expression this morning, she surely loves you!

Your wife mentioned you are a salesman for Yuginebert Company, and since I am somewhat a colleague, I have many questions I would like to ask you."