From arms dealer to king of war

Qiao Jia ended the closed-door meeting depressedly. When he went out to breathe the not-so-fresh air, he realized that he actually just needed to find someone to share with.

It doesn't matter what he shares specifically. He just subconsciously regards them as his family, subconsciously wants to seek their advice, and subconsciously wants to deliver good news to them.

In fact, before the 'sweet dream' came true, this matter was ultimately a 5 million business. For other people who had no idea about the United States' military contracting qualifications, it was actually quite troublesome to go to the United States to register a company.

This is the great thing about Gemma's parents, they know how to mobilize a person's enthusiasm.

Giving money is only a necessary condition for the transaction. Only by providing other conveniences can Qiao Jia protect Gemma's safety.

Patting his forehead and lamenting his "greedy", Qiao Jia looked at the workers queuing up to eat in the distance. He hesitated for a moment and did not approach them. Instead, he walked in another direction. He wanted to go to the river to see the situation. , by the way, let’s chat with the poisonous trio who are setting up defense there...

What Qiao Jia didn't expect was that he wanted to avoid those workers, but a guy took the initiative to come to him.

Salah, the black guy, has been paying attention to Qiao Jia's movements. When he walked out of the camp, Salah dug the cassava from the bowl into his mouth with his hands, and then wiped his hands vigorously on his body. Then he trotted to catch up with Qiao Jia.

"Boss, boss, can you listen to me?"

Kaman's dim eyes and pointed muzzle made Salah dare not get closer when he was 5 meters away. He could only speak to Qiao Jia with his hands clasped together in a pleading tone.

Qiao Jia looked back at Salah while walking. He signaled Kaman not to embarrass him, then continued to move forward, shaking his head and saying: "Unless you want to mine for me, I am not your boss yet.

If you have anything to say, please speak quickly. Further ahead is the military zone, and the people there are not as easy to talk to as me. "

Salah was frightened for a moment. He glanced at the dense jungle in front of him, and then seemed to have made some determination. He bravely followed Qiaojia and said while walking: "Boss, I am a businessman who specializes in acquiring mining machines. I know many mining people in Orientale and North Kivu provinces.

This time I was deceived miserably, and all my wealth was tied up in those mining machines..."

Qiao Jia turned to look at Salah with a strange expression. He shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't tell me that you want to ask me for money for those machines? Don't I look particularly easy to talk to?"

"No no no no……"

Salah waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No, how could I make such a request? You saved my life, how could it be possible..."

As he spoke, Salah looked at Qiao Jia, whose expression softened slightly. He bent over and rubbed his hands and said carefully: "Boss, you will let us go, right?"

Qiao Jia waved his hand and said: "You can leave when you are full, as long as you avoid the man named Boykin."

Salah received an accurate answer. He clenched his fists to cheer himself up and summoned up the courage to say: "Then boss, do you need more mining machines?

I can find a lot of cheap second-hand mining machines for you, and many of them are left behind by the Chinese.

They have many gold mines in North Kivu, but the scale and quality of their mines are not as good as yours. Every time they finish mining, they dispose of those machines at a low price.

Do you need those things? I can get it..."

After hearing this, Qiao Jia finally stopped. He looked a little surprised at this black guy who was still trying to make a comeback in a desperate situation, and said curiously: "You want to do business with me?"

Salah subconsciously took a step back, then plucked up the courage to say: "Father Gamor said you want to continue to employ miners and will provide salaries.

Boss, your gold mine is very big and needs more workers and more machines.

I can, I can help with all of these!

All my property is lost, but my experience is still there. As long as you give me a chance, I can provide you with what you want. "

As Salah looked at Qiao Jia's strange eyes, he swallowed, and then encouraged himself desperately so that he could look directly into Qiao Jia's eyes...

"As long as you can provide me with a little money, I can bring the machines you need. Really, I swear, I really can!"

Qiao Jia looked at Salah's determined expression, and he suddenly felt a little unspeakable.

Not all black people are lazy. Some of them have been exposed to the outside world and broadened their horizons. They are determined to strive for the top and bravely take action.

Although this Salah's vision and ability are limited to mining machines, he is already an elite among Afika's black buddies.

Ability is only one aspect. The determination and courage to strive for the best and change your destiny are too obvious.

Three or four months of slave labor did not dispel his inner hope. Such people are usually very determined and more motivated to work.

Seeing Salah struggling to straighten his body under his gaze, Qiaojia was silent for a few seconds and then said: "How much money did you earn every year in the past?"

The quick-thinking Salah was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized something. Then he clenched his fists and calculated, and quoted what he thought was the highest price...

"I, in the past few years, I have been able to earn an average of 4,000 US dollars a year. Last year, the most was 5,000 US dollars..."

After hearing this, Qiao Jia nodded slightly and said, "Then I will give you 6,000. You will help me manage the future gold miners, and you will also be responsible for finding cheap second-hand machines."

As he spoke, Qiaojia looked at Salah, who was already so excited that he couldn't stand. He waved his hand and said, "You don't have to answer me now. You go back and think about it carefully first, and then compile a gold mining process for me that you think is practical. It should include the number of machines, workers' salaries, food, accommodation and a series of other things.

Only if I am satisfied can you officially get the job! "

After hearing this, Salah clenched his fists and turned around excitedly, then nodded desperately and said: "I understand, I understand, I understand everything. I have worked in a Chinese gold mine, and I am familiar with gold mining." process.

Boss, I understand, I really understand, as long as you give me a chance..."

Qiao Jia waved his hand and said: "I have given you a chance, you have a few days to sort out your experience.

But in the meantime, you need to take care of those workers. They are your fellow prisoners. I am willing to provide work, but I am not willing to give the work to a bunch of walking dead.

do you understand me? "

Salah nodded heavily and said: "I understand, boss, I understand, I will cheer them up.

If someone is not willing to work hard, I will kick them out. "

Although Salah has not studied modern management, he has figured out what a management should do.

As for the bosses, they are always amiable and approachable. Everything that offends people has to be done by the management.

Looking at Salah who couldn't wait to turn around and run towards the camp, Qiaojia smiled at Kaman and said: "Believe it or not, what this guy said will be more useful than that Father Gamor."

Kaman nodded matter-of-factly and said, "Of course, God doesn't love this land at all. Eating is more important than faith."

As he spoke, Kaman's nose suddenly moved, then he pushed aside the grass on the left and walked a long distance inside before stopping there.

Qiao Jia followed in curiously, and then saw a very terrifying scene.

There were hundreds of corpses piled in a large pit. These corpses were only covered with a thin layer of soil. It was obvious that someone would lie in them later. The thin layer of soil was only covered to make the stench of decay a little lighter.

A large number of insects were crawling in the corpse pit, and countless mosquitoes and flies were flying in the sky.

Qiao Jia and the others entered here and alerted the 'Poisonous Scorpion' who had set up a sentry nearby. Soon the 'Poisonous Scorpion' came close to the river bank.

Looking at the terrifying corpse pit, 'Poisonous Scorpion' said with an indifferent expression: "I haven't had time to deal with the ones I discovered this morning. I want to wait until the ambush is completed to find some oil to burn these corpses."

Apart from feeling a little sick, Qiao Jia didn't have any special emotions.

Last month's village massacre scene was at the bottom, which was already considered a small scene.

However, seeing that something was wrong with Kaman's expression, Qiao Jia hesitated and said, "Why don't we find a few people to come over and bury them with soil first."

Kaman shook his head after hearing this, pointing to several corpses with twisted and horrifying bodies on the edge of the pit, and said: "They were thrown down when they were still alive, and then they were hit when they tried to climb up. hands and feet.

Before they died, they could only watch the insects eating their bodies. "

As he spoke, Kaman glanced around, walked to a big tree, squatted on the ground and turned over some vegetation. After making a final confirmation, he stood up and said, "When Boykin's people send new slaves, they will Take them for a tour.

Give up trying to stop them when they land, we will wait here, as long as there is a living person to lead the way. "

Qiao Jia understood what Kaman meant. He nodded heavily and said, "Then let the other bastards lie down and keep company with these people. I hate inhumane guys."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia glanced at the 'Poisonous Scorpion' who agreed and said: "Those people have dug their own graves, which saves us a lot of trouble.

Have you experienced this kind of scene in the past? "

'Poisonous Scorpion' listened and nodded slightly and said: "Our opponents are terrorists. In order to make people feel afraid and lose trust in the government, they will do anything they can, and then we can only use the same means to retaliate against them. .

But Afika is really different. The people here don’t even have the basic purpose of killing. It seems that just having fun and intimidating are enough..."

As he spoke, 'Poisonous Scorpion' looked up at the dense canopy of trees, shook his head and said, "Maybe there really are demons in this jungle!"