Chapter 124: Chapter 124 Tunisia

The capital of Tunisia is called "Tunis," and Joe Ga, holding a Greek passport named "George Pas," passed through customs smoothly.Dorian stood at the exit, nervously waiting for Joe Ga, who was delayed due to collecting his luggage. He planned to flee immediately and figure out a rescue if his boss was detained. Watching the expressionless Karman and Nis beside him, Dorian expressed his concern, "Is everything really okay? I felt uneasy when the boss checked in the luggage. Why aren't you worried at all?" Nis glanced at Dorian without speaking, while Karman, watching Dorian incessantly shifting his feet, shook his head and said, "You're a fool, just stop asking too many questions. The boss naturally has his own methods, and you shouldn't inquire about them." Dorian was stunned for a moment, then nodded and shook his head as if he wanted to say something, but was silenced by Karman's stern gaze and eventually closed his mouth. In fact, Joe Ga's method of carrying goods was simple: five regular suitcases went as checked luggage, and he used the Omnipotent Toolbox to carry a case loaded with weapons on the plane, secretly swapping them when collecting his luggage—both safe and convenient. The only downside was the limited space. If the equipment was too much, some had to be abandoned. For instance, the RPGs prepared for the Mori Family were never used, and in the end, to save space, they were simply tossed into the sea. When Joe Ga, pushing two luggage carts, arrived at the exit, Dorian hurried over to take over the luggage; then, looking at Joe Ga, his gaze seemed different. No one would imagine someone having space-altering gadgets. As a practically trained professional, Dorian only perceived that his boss had strong connections in the airport and customs. Indeed, during their time in Italy, he had some suspicions about this, but since they came in groups, his feeling wasn't very direct, and now, it was completely different. Joe Ga sensed a change in Dorian's attitude but didn't know why. After regrouping with Karman and Nis, Joe Ga took out his phone and made a call. Shortly after hanging up, a Coaster pulled up in front of them. Seeing the 'Professor' stepping out of the vehicle, Joe Ga laughed, stepped forward, and hugged him, then said with a smile, "I didn't want to trouble you, but I really don't know anyone else here." "It's no trouble, no trouble at all. You've helped me a lot; this is the least I can do." As the 'Professor' reached to handle Joe Ga's luggage, suggesting the driver come help, he smiled at Joe Ga, "I've booked a hotel for you guys. The exhibition starts the day after tomorrow, but you can use our company's work permit to enter and look around in advance. This is also my first time attending such an exhibition. These past few days have been overwhelming, and your arrival is timely; there are some matters I could use your advice on. I'm not familiar with Africa, and I don't quite understand some of their customs. In the last few days, a few people have approached me. They talk big, but I'm not sure if they are genuine clients." Joe Ga looked at the honest 'Professor' and felt bad telling him that he too was a novice in international arms trading. In Africa, people often talk big, yet they approached an arms-trading minor like Yuginebert Company, so there's a high chance they are from a government or a rebel group in a country under an arms embargo. seaʀᴄh thё ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. These people have money, but they lack channels to spend it. Arms giants wouldn't look their way, but they are dearly loved by illegal arms dealers because selling to them always fetched a high price. It's still the old saying, "Ban something, and its price goes up." Ironically, it's typically the government forces who suffer from arms embargoes while rebel groups and crazy guerrilla fighters acquire weapons through messy smuggling networks. Now, the 'Professor' seems to have encountered people of such backgrounds, and with his personality, he's not cut out for handling them. To do business with those types, the 'Professor' can't sidestep legal clauses, and his more experienced colleagues clearly wouldn't offer him help. The only leeway given to the 'Professor' is the special provisions for air transport, but these don't address the suspected government forces, as they need more than just guns; they lack ammunition, artillery, armored vehicles, and tanks. Joe Ga wasn't sure if his guesses were correct, but he felt that there were opportunities here. Earlier, when he attended a defense expo in Egypt, he had encountered similar figures, possibly a 'Minister of Defense' from a minor African country, who couldn't secure a seat at the big companies' booths. Because they simply weren't interested in the meager offerings in your pocket, let alone the political risks involved. At that time, Joe Ga felt these people should be his target clients, but he hadn't figured out how to navigate this path and had been trying to explore it. It wasn't until he met the 'Professor' that Joe Ga finally found some leads. It was time to test his ideas! 'Professor' had been engaging Joe Ga in discussions about his recent observations throughout their journey, a true scholar who not only loved to impart his knowledge but was also constantly learning, summarizing, and reflecting. When they reached the hotel, Joe Ga couldn't help but lament that learning well was not easy whereas learning poorly came all too easily. 'Professor' certainly couldn't do anything illegal, but he was indeed looking for loopholes in the law in practice. This fellow had a moral baseline. In the past, his baseline had been high, but now, it had been squeezed down to the "law" itself, and it seemed he was always ready to push it further. Although he knew few industry experts, and thus gained little, Joe Ga saw the determination 'Professor' had to change his style of doing things for his wife and daughter, risking it all. For a man in his forties, changing oneself is truly not easy! 'Professor' and Joe Ga, two novices, came together, feeling like entrepreneurs starting a new business. Although the nature of the cargo they discussed was a bit odd, it did not prevent others from recognizing their professional devotion. It wasn't until the car stopped that Joe Ga finally stopped the 'Professor,' whose desire to express himself was very strong, and followed everyone out of the vehicle. The professor took every question very seriously, not only eager to discuss but also every time a problem arose, he had to make sure Joe Ga agreed, and also that Joe Ga fully understood what he expressed. If there were disagreements but no way to obtain a standard answer, 'Professor' would take notes, recording the problem to resolve later. Theoretically, anyone who met him would find him annoying, but Joe Ga actually didn't mind, even feeling a bit grateful, saying it wouldn't be too much to call him 'half a guide.' This guy was born to be a teacher, a pity that most people don't appreciate this rarity when they're young and instead find it annoying. After getting out of the car and stretching his arms, Joe Ga looked at the run-down hotel in front of him and shook his head at 'Professor,' saying, "Some money really shouldn't be saved; don't think the countries in Africa are poor. Those who come to battle and try to buy arms are not poor. You need to make them understand that Yuginebert Company is a major, capable force in Europa and has the ability to give them substantial returns. By choosing to stay at this place, you're openly telling those people, 'I am poor, I can't give you what you want.'" 'Professor' was startled and said, "You mean we give them a rebate?" Joe Ga laughed heartily and said, "Those countries under embargo certainly don't need it because their needs determine that they must beg you to solve their problems. But for those countries where arms trade is legal, it's different; their business is both legal and profitable, but you face competition from other companies. Professor, I've looked at the product data of the Yuginebert arms factories. Not to mention those light weapons, the Lazar Armored Vehicle you helped design should be a hot seller in Africa. Compared to the products of those companies in South Africa, the performance of the Lazar Armored Vehicle completely outperforms them. The German Army buys 'Lazar' because they value the price-performance ratio, the wealthy Shah buys it because 'Lazar' is cutting-edge enough. You see, 'Lazar' can satisfy both the high-end tycoons and the stringent Germans' demand for quality. How could such a product not break through in Africa? I'm sure it's not a product issue; it's a people issue!" 'Professor' listened and unconsciously nodded, then said, "You mean we should switch hotels?" Joe Ga thought for a moment and shook his head, "It's definitely too late to switch now. Is your budget enough to talk to the hotel folks and take over the whole place, then hire someone to arrange the venue? We need to make those bumpkins step in and not even know where to place their feet." Read latest chapters at мѵʟ 'Professor' listened, nodded vigorously, and pulled out his phone to make a call. Soon, a young man with bottle-bottom glasses ran out from the hotel. This guy was a blind man despite his eyes, standing at the hotel entrance with such thick glasses, and it took him a while to notice 'Professor' from 30 meters away. 'Professor' seemed to particularly appreciate this young man. He grabbed Joe Ga's forearm, laughing as he said, "This is my student Andre, he is very studious, so I brought him to Yuginebert Company as my assistant." Joe Ga watched Andre nearly stumble down the stairs and shook his head with a chuckling smile, "This guy seems to be cut from the same cloth as you. No major issues other than that, but if his vision can't be fixed, this line of work will be tough. Those guys with serious money aren't easy to handle; if he misrecognizes someone and offends them, there could be trouble." 'Professor' watched as Andre ran up to him, and had to get close to make sure it was him, and said with a melancholic nod, "This is indeed a problem!"