King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Boss, as long as you get the United Arab Emirates to nod, the order for 80 Rafales can hold up half of France's military industry on your own.

The people from the Ground Weapons Group are just waiting for you to help promote their synthetic camp project, and Qatar's 50 billion order is a lifesaver for them.

Joe Ga heard this, smacked his lips, and said with a smile, "Then let's play along. What prizes do you want?

French cars aren't that great..."

Dorian was surprised and said, "Boss, Bugatti..."

Joe Ga was amused by the carefree Dorian. He waved his hand and said, "Dream on, that thing costs 3 million per car. Unless you're willing to have someone live stream our game, only a fool would pay that money...

You go tell them to sponsor P.B. six slots for a free trip to France, 100,000 euros per person.

The top three winners can take their favorite girl for a fun trip.

A 100,000 euro trip, not to mention just any girl, even a man would take it..."

Dorian nodded heavily and said, "No problem, I'll go talk to them. These people have been waiting for you to come back; they'll agree to any condition just to talk to you."

Joe Ga waved with a laugh and said, "I don't care. The Ground Weapons Group sponsored a synthetic camp and paid a hefty naming fee, so I have to give them face no matter what."

With that, Joe Ga touched his chin, smiled, and said, "We've got nothing to do these two days; why don't we seriously organize a few games for fun?

This place with crisscrossing waterways, finding a few winding rivers, dragon boat racing would definitely be exciting!

The fathers of those kids have always wanted to meet me. I don't want it to be too formal, so let him organize a group of natives, and we'll have a friendly race.

Haha, just now Sayyid was telling me he's worried about the resort's operations, but honestly, it's not hard to make the resort profitable!

Make the competition intense, and it will surely attract a lot of people..."

Dorian didn't know what dragon boats were, but he thought the boss must be right, so he perfunctorily expressed his understanding and turned to go ask the French for sponsorship.

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While things were heating up in Brazil, the defense exhibition far away in Djibouti was also gradually getting lively...

Old Zhu, the big shot, was wearing a hard hat, braving the scorching sun to inspect the massive construction site.

In reality, it was just an expanse of hardened ground and a few huge brick-concrete buildings. These buildings didn't even have reliable roofs, relying on massive steel tiles to shield from wind and rain.

The only commendable aspect of this project was that the ground hardening was very well done. As for the buildings on the ground...

Calling it post-war Syria style would be a compliment!

The main building of the venue was as simple as it could be, with even the basic interior decoration lacking.

All the participating companies were dumbfounded upon arrival, and in the end, it was the Northern Industrial Group who took the lead by presenting a renovation plan that was closer to a combat atmosphere.

A few dilapidated walls were equipped with hooks to become a light weapons display area. Several large eight-wheeled armored vehicles were parked in streets within a one-to-one replica of Syrian-style buildings, and a mound of sand was used to fully demonstrate their practical use.

The most expensive part of the exhibition area was the various spotlights above; other things like reception tables and chairs were all acquired from the surrounding small towns of Djibouti, broken tables, and dilapidated benches.

It was all for the purpose of highlighting the tense atmosphere to boost contract signing.

The actions of Northern Industrial made other exhibitors instantly grasp the core point of this defense exhibition. There's no use in talking nonsense; everything had to speak to actual combat effectiveness.

And then the entire venue became a place for each to display their skills. Isn't it just about being close to real combat? Then let's do it.

You Northern Industrial doing a Syrian style is nothing; I'm going to replicate a part of a small town in Iraq or Aqionghan instead.

Moreover, it's stated clearly that this was a place where the United State Army suffered heavy casualties, followed by repeatedly playing footage of the United State Army being attacked on a big screen, then using animation to show what the situation would be with their products back then.

Compared to the heavy weapons companies, those firearms companies played it better...

They directly transformed the large firearms exhibition center into a Middle Eastern style CQB venue, with the venue structure being a replica of a Yemeni town shot by satellite.

Each set up booths and rest areas around the CQB venue.

Visitors could try, wear protective suits printed with their own mark. Not only special coaches and sparring partners would play with you, but there were also sweet-talking girls to cheer you up if you messed up.

When Old Zhu inspected near the outdoor runway, he looked at various advanced fighter jets parked in hangars without even doors...

He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said to his assistant Xiao Hei next to him, "Find someone to clean up the gravel on the runway in the next few days and set up some lighting on both sides.

While we're at it, solve the issue of shade for the audience seats. Otherwise, people could die from the heat waiting for the fighter jet performances."

Assistant Xiao Hei carefully noted down Boss Zhu's requests, then said in proficient Chinese, "Boss, recently our workers have been hired by those companies to decorate the booths, so we're a bit short on manpower..."

Old Zhu waved his hand generously and said, "Go hire more people; lots of TV stations have come to Djibouti. There's only one month left before this place opens.