King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga returned to the mansion for a day before heading back to the base.

Now there were a bunch of women and a sissy living there, and Boss Joe really couldn't stand it anymore.

Eric brought two female warriors from Ad-Damazin who were keen to try their luck in America, introduced them to Monica, then dove headlong into Princess Amina's enjoyment of the 'humanitarian corridor' and didn't come out.

Joe Ga was an idealist himself, but now with a Nordic sissy even more idealistic than him at Sangha Town, he was starting to feel like every day was a year.

Using the excuse of sending Chris off, Joe Ga had someone transport Chris to Bangui the next day to catch a commercial flight, and then he himself returned to the base to find Lao Niu...

"What? Recruiting cooks?"

Facing Lao Niu's 'how could you disdain me' look, Joe Ga, who was in the base canteen, said with a spread of his hands, "I'm just looking for some helping hands, temporary workers, 200 of them, 20,000 a month, probably for about 3 to 4 months.

After a few months, they'd be able to take hundreds of thousands of yuan back to their hometowns, isn't that good?"

Lao Niu frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Well, now that you mention it, it's not impossible, but what do you need so many people for?

Handling the food and drink of tens of thousands isn't the same as managing a thousand or so; it's not about having more people the better.

Besides, where am I supposed to find 200 field cooks who can handle guns?

Would other types of troops work? In the countryside back home, there are plenty of veterans having a hard time, all our own people, who doesn't know a thing or two about kitchen work?

Although they've never been cooks, a simple training should suffice to fool those foreigners."

After listening, Joe Ga shook his head and said, "I want professionals. Managing the food for forty or fifty thousand people is not something amateurs can handle. Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire

200 professional cooks, 200 assistants, 400 laborers, that's the best configuration I can think of.

Business is about trust, and once the contract is signed, we have to make sure the clients are satisfied with the food."

Lao Niu looked at Joe Ga like he was looking at a fool and said, "Boss, if you don't understand the business, don't make wild suggestions.

Field canteens are tough work. Someone like me is already keeping our base busy with just over a dozen people.

Do you believe that even if the base's manpower doubles, I could still handle you with the same number of people?

200? 20 would be plenty!

I'll have Tony recruit 200 locals, give them a bit of training, and they'll be ready to work the stoves, guaranteed.

For material supply, things like washing vegetables and peeling, we can hire locals. A total of five or six hundred people will guarantee that your task is done right."

Joe Ga admittedly knew nothing about this, but he had seen factory canteens where indeed a master chef with a group of apprentices could manage the meals for a thousand people.

Thinking Lao Niu wouldn't joke about such a matter, he nodded, "Let's not do 20 then, can you try to get in touch and bring me 40.

You're definitely the expert, and I don't need anyone better than you, just those who have mixed in the army's cooking team and can manage beef and mutton."

Upon hearing this, Lao Niu proudly said, "That's right, you don't let me fight, but when it comes to cooking, you have to listen to me.

40 I definitely can't get, but I think I can possibly bring in 20 if I reach out to my old comrades.

But let's get it straight, there are basically no young ones, they're all around their 50s.

The current soldiers have different benefits from our time. They get good salaries in the army and nowhere to spend it. After a few stints, they can take home a tidy sum. Life is too comfortable now; I doubt they would want to come and muck about.

However, the generation of my old squad leader is different. I'll get in touch with them, and I reckon I can pull together about a dozen or so.

If you don't think that's enough, then you'll have to look for yourself in the market."

When Joe Ga heard this, he was a bit disappointed and said, "Over fifty? That's a bit tough at that age, right? And can they still take the hard labor?"

Lao Niu, a little displeased, said, "Listen to yourself. If you want to talk about anything else, I might not be sure, but when it comes to enduring hardship, haha...

They all have families to feed, with kids at the age of getting married. Do you know how much houses cost in China now?

If they don't earn more money while they can, do you think they'll have to rely on their debt-ridden children when they get older?"

As he spoke, Lao Niu glanced at Joe Ga and said, "My old squad leader was supposed to go for his fifth term, but he chose to let another comrade, whose family was struggling, take his spot and went home to retire instead.

He later contracted a martial arts school's canteen and was doing quite well, but his son was no good, messed around with some P2P lending, and blew the family's savings.

The martial arts school has closed down now, and he's at a loose end.

Boss, if you could be a little more flexible, my old squad leader could bring a few apprentices over."

Joe Ga looked at Lao Niu with a mischievous glint in his eye and said with a smile, "You've been waiting for me here, haven't you?

How old is your old squad leader, and the place they are going to is Iraq; it's no joke there. Can he handle it?"

Lao Niu grinned and said, "My old squad leader was so good in the cooking team he almost made it to his fifth term. What do you think, can he handle it?

For three consecutive years, he was top three in the army's competition; his physical fitness and marksmanship were always first in our company. You tell me, can he handle it?

Back in those days... ah, never mind the past...

He'll definitely manage, those apprentices, calling them apprentices, are actually brothers from our old unit."