King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Chapter 337 Planning and Handover

The temporary reception at the presidential suite concluded in a relatively pleasant atmosphere.

Deputy Minister Dachi from the Justice Department wasn't very talkative, but he seemed rather impressed with the P·B Company.

This was strange until Alicia hinted at it, and Joe Ga realized that Minister Dachi was a dyed-in-the-wool conservative and belonged neither to the Republican Party nor the Democrat Party, but to a conservative faction with substantial influence within the judiciary.

The sheer influence of this faction meant they were always a target of overtures from the White House.

This didn't concern Joe Ga much, but 'conservative' in America sometimes means being particularly harsh on criminals, and P·B's attitude towards drug traffickers clearly resonated with Dachi's views.

For vicious criminals not native to America, it was best if they were dead—no need to waste the resources of the police, prosecution, and judiciary.

Of course, Dachi's stance wasn't that blatant, but Joe Ga felt he got the message.

There was a hint of discrimination in this, but Joe Ga didn't mind—drug traffickers don't have human rights!

In any case, just kill them if it comes to a fight with drug traffickers!!

Joe Ga had been doing this all along and would continue to do so.

Michael Beach clearly conveyed Minister Dachi's intent, and after a detailed chat with the reticent minister, Joe Ga essentially secured a 'witness protection contract.'

The conservatives were cautious in their approach, limiting the initial phase of the contract to just New York and New Jersey.

The operation mode of America's 'Federal Witness Protection Program' essentially involves sending witnesses, who might face retaliation after testifying in court, to various distant and discreet locations.

Joe Ga's company was in New Jersey, perfectly positioned to cover both New York and New Jersey.

What he needed to do was to find suitable living arrangements for them upon receiving notice, using the funds allocated by the Justice Department and the witnesses' requests, then arrange for people to bring them over to start their new lives.

Initially, some assistance work was necessary, changing to regular visits after one month, and after six months, unless a witness asked for help, they could be entirely hands-off.

This was different from what Joe Ga had initially imagined; he thought it would involve some blood and thunder, but now it looked more like a nanny's job.

However, the money was really good. Even calculating at the lowest standard of $60,000 per person, handling 100 cases a year would bring in $6 million, with the only cost being labor.

Joe Ga could hire some retired marshals to work for him. About twenty people would be sufficient to manage the responsibilities across the two states.

Once it ran smoothly and gained trust, this operation could expand even further, attracting more elite insiders, more retired policemen, shouldering more social responsibility, earning praise, and making a substantial amount of money in the process.

With a budget of 150 million, Joe Ga didn't want much. Just taking 50% of that budget after three years would count as a victory.

This wasn't just about making money; it also provided access to channels for creating legal identities and increased interactions with the judicial community.

In meetings of military contractor magnates, the conference rooms were filled with retired generals. Joe Ga couldn't reach that level. However, having judicial community figures in the meetings at P·B's American headquarters wouldn't be bad either.

Joe Ga now understood the benefit of the separation of powers: the judiciary actually had some independent and autonomous capabilities, and as long as they acted according to regulations, they really could ignore anyone they wanted to.

Chris was currently determined to ingratiate himself within the Pentagon, and Joe Ga felt he shouldn't disturb him. Mixing with the judiciary might actually be more secure for him.

Because as long as Joe Ga paid his taxes normally, anyone looking to trouble P·B through official channels couldn't bypass the Justice Department.

This was real protection, something you hold onto and never let go!!

After finalizing a preliminary cooperation agreement, Joe Ga sent all his guests away around almost midnight.

Thinking about what he had coming up, he gathered everyone to discuss and explain.

P·B's farm in New Jersey currently only had one farmer who doubled as a chef working there. Joe Ga felt it was time to increase the staffing.

He had also promised Michael Beach to ensure the safety of the witnesses in Los Angeles who had not yet testified. That was something he couldn't take lightly; even if he had to hire someone, the job must be done well.

Currently, the people with Joe Ga were only Nis, Ayu, Spurs, Orange Cat, Blow Dart, Pincers, and the lawyer Wagner—his team was a bit small.

When everyone was gathered, Joe Ga explained the situation briefly and then, looking at the somewhat spirited lawyer Wagner, said with a smile, "You don't need to go to Los Angeles; stay and take care of the P·B farm.

Actually, the setup there is quite good, but the facilities are too outdated. Get someone to renovate them and then start hiring.

Give priority to retired federal marshals or police officers. We'll start with about twenty people. Let's hurry and take over some witness relocation work while the Justice Department is overwhelmed, and make a quick buck to get the hang of it."

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Wagner had made up his mind to firmly attach himself to Joe Ga's coattails. With the boss's connections at the Department of Justice, and after having gained enough experience at P·B, he could see his law firm taking off any day with the boss's network.

In an attitude of looking out for the boss's best interests, Wagner chuckled and said, "Boss, reorganizing the ranch is easy. But have you thought about it? The ranch could offer some marshal training programs. As long as we find a couple of reliable instructors, we could bid for contracts."

Moreover, retired marshals and police officers won't need the training facilities, so we can open them to the public. Even if we don't get any contracts, hiring two qualified instructors would still be a worthwhile investment."

Seeing Wagner exchanging looks with Spurs and Orange Cat, Joe Ga shook his head and laughed, "It looks like you already have some candidates in mind, so I'll leave it to you. You handle it."

"Oh, and remember to contact Michael Beach's nephew. Give him a, uh, Vice General Manager position, and let him be in charge of coordinating specific witness relocation affairs with the FBI and DEA."

Wagner, noticing that the boss had not mentioned salary, hesitated before asking, "Boss, what about the salary?

Retired marshals are easy to find, and their salaries won't be too high, but what about the others?"

Joe Ga looked at Wagner and thought for a bit before finally saying, "Instructors, clerks, staff – we'll base it on industry standards and increase salaries by 10%.

Whatever Michael Beach's nephew was earning before, we'll double it.

And, uh, don't set the retired cops' salaries too low. You'll handle that. We need to ensure the police union sees us as a conscientious company.

At the very least, our company's people should be treated with consideration when they're stopped by the police on the road after reporting the company's name."

Wagner was taken aback for a moment, then gave a thumbs-up with a smile, "Although I think donations would be more effective, what you're doing is obviously showing more social responsibility, boss. I'll manage to get us badges from the police union."

Joe Ga was pleased with Wagner's flattery and asked with a smile, "Never mind others, what about you? You're a lawyer, and now, you're being used by me as the General Manager. How much salary do you want?"

Caught off guard, Wagner pondered for quite some time before tentatively saying, "Would two hundred thousand plus bonuses be okay? Two hundred thousand was what I made last year..."

Joe Ga was amused by Wagner's 'modesty' and laughed, "Do you know what's the projected revenue for P·B's New York headquarters?"

Wagner wasn't just for show, he nodded and said, "According to the current situation, as long as we expand quickly enough, the company could break through a revenue of $50 million a year, based on DoJ contracts alone, within the next three years."

Joe Ga nodded with a smile, "What if you add a logistics contract for a military base with 200 United State Army personnel?"

After hearing this, Wagner incredulously confirmed it once more, then exclaimed with joy, "Boss, who are you exactly?" Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "I'm a businessman, and apparently, one who is about to make a lot of money.

Buddy, you can have a share of the profits, but you have to prove your worth to me.

I'm not doubting you, but obviously, you haven't handled a big deal of this caliber before.

I'll give you an annual salary of three hundred thousand and take care of the investment myself. You'll be responsible for organizing the legal and accounting teams to make our contracts watertight. After two years, if everything goes well, I can outsource all of the company's legal affairs to you. By that time, you'll have your own team, and that's when you'll make your fortune.

You're a lawyer, and if you don't fully leverage such a great platform as the Department of Justice, that would be a waste, right?"

Wagner agreed almost without hesitation, gratefully responding, "Thank you, boss!!"

Joe Ga appreciated Wagner's unabashed ambition. The guy had left HRT at 35 due to an injury and then picked up books again to pass the bar exam.

Although his role as a criminal defense attorney wasn't exactly a perfect fit for P·B, Wagner was an industry insider and naturally knew how to find a good business attorney.

Giving him three hundred thousand a year, ensuring dedicated service for two years, and then offering a bright future, that's what a good boss should do.

After Wagner celebrated a bit with Spurs and Orange Cat, Joe Ga briefed them on the company's confidentiality matters, especially the secrecy principle of the witness protection segment. And with that, he left all the work in Wagner's capable hands.

Turning his attention to Spurs and the others, he said with a laugh, "We're heading out on a road trip to Los Angeles tomorrow. Our manpower is a bit short, so we have to pass through Texas to pick up some of my excellent employees.

Once we arrive in Los Angeles, we'll split up. One team will be tasked with witness protection, and the other will pursue the 'Shadow Messenger'.

Guys, I have a feeling our mission won't be smooth sailing.

I've never dealt with Mexican drug traffickers before, but their reputation isn't the best...

But we're fighters, right?"

"Sir, yes sir!!!"

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