King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Chapter 177, The Way of Doing Things for Important Figures



The energy of the Jemma Alexander family far exceeded Joe Ga's imagination!

It had been more than twenty days since this girl had entered the jungle, and then she realized that her previous understanding of this place was far too superficial.

She was no princess in an ivory tower; she was a woman with action capability and a willingness to put her ideas into practice.

The plan was simple: through her parents' connections, four pharmaceutical companies agreed to sponsor various types of medication worth 5 million each, totaling over 20 million in value.

Then they would come to the border of Central Africa and Congo to carry out a charity event on the ground.

Of course, there would be a lot of media involvement, including several large American charitable foundations.

Moreover, these charitable foundations were actually ready to jointly contribute, pulling out nearly 40 million US dollars in hard cash to establish a dedicated pharmaceutical fund, which was entrusted to Jemma Alexander to manage.

The first group of people coming to "take photos and spread warmth" didn't need to be managed, as the United Nations security forces would be responsible for their safety, and they would also hire their own security.

But those from the pharmaceutical companies also sponsored a film crew, wanting them to film a documentary about their charitable drugs saving the residents of the Central African jungle.

Those 20 million worth of drugs would be brought in, but Jemma had no capability to store them.

Leaving the drugs with the Central African Government might result in an unknown amount left for her.

The most serious issue was that when she held 20 million in drugs and 40 million in cash, her safety would become a problem.

Jemma grew up in a top elite family, she was deeply aware of the intricacies involved, and of how difficult it was to integrate the interests of various parties to form a united effort. She also knew the lengths her parents went to in support of her ideals.

Previously, she had come with a light-hearted attitude to do her best, protected by TC and a few companions, so safety hadn't been a big issue. But once she "flaunted wealth" in this chaotic place, she would become a target.

With UN peacekeepers watching over, the Central African Government was a lesser concern, but what about the opposition armed forces demanding drugs? There are dozens of opposition groups in Central Africa; could she handle them all?

What would she do if the anti-government armed guerrillas or drug traffickers tried to kidnap her?

This was an event that would inevitably make the news. The lawless bullies here didn't care that the 40 million in funds were regulated as earmarked pharmaceutical funds sitting in the bank; they'd think she controlled the money and would have it after kidnapping her.

What was most absurd was that without help, even if Jemma spent the money on drugs, if the sellers she found were "inappropriate," the goods might not even successfully reach her hands.

She was no longer just a Médecins Sans Frontières type of simple; without a strong backing, she wouldn't be able to proceed smoothly with her operations here first and foremost, and secondly, she wouldn't last long in this place.

There was a moment when Joe Ga even felt that her parents were setting her up because carrying gold in the busy streets of Africa truly could get you killed.

Her parents had a lot of political influence and connections. However, such influence only worked with governments that were somewhat reasonable, not with those who could barely recognize a few characters; for them, Jemma was just a fat sheep!

After listening, Joe Ga realized that this woman had her sights set on him...

Of course, it wasn't that kind of "sights," but rather on his armed force, his attitude towards the laborers, and the help he had provided in setting up the Sangha Town Hospital, which made her think he was different from the local natives.

Being trusted by a woman he'd only met twice actually felt quite nice.

But after listening to what Jemma had said, Joe Ga didn't know why, but a wave of sourness surged in his stomach.

Just with one phone call, her parents had organized a charity project worth 60 million for her.

While many people were involved and shared the glory and benefits, and the risks were very high, Jemma was the real leader, and she seemed not to care too much about those vain titles.

Joe Ga believed that a person with such energy and ideas didn't need to covet those materials and earmarked funds.

But still, the fact that she could control so many resources at the age of 30 made Joe Ga feel an internal sourness, followed by the reflection that it's great to have accomplished parents.

Perhaps children should learn to PUA their parents from a young age, to urge them to progress, to urge them to become wealthy...

Watching Jemma look at him with expectant eyes after finishing her speech, Joe Ga shook his head helplessly and said, "You actually started talking to me about this because you saw the stuff at my base, right?"

Jemma was momentarily stunned and then nodded slightly, saying, "Your base is impressive, but the main reason is what you're doing here.

Rescuing villagers, rescuing miners, sponsoring doctors—you really don't seem like a mercenary.

Father Gamorre is very kind but also very stubborn.

Since talking to you, he's insisted on confessing every night because he feels that it is a very impolite and embarrassing thing to speculate about someone who is doing the right thing with dirty thoughts."

Joe Ga, feeling a bit unnatural from the praise, touched his cheek, then looked at TC, who was smiling nearby, and said, "Does your fiancée always compliment people like this?

I think she'd have a brighter future as a consultant at a consulting firm than as a doctor."

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