King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1037 - 923 Africa Media_2

As he spoke, Qiao Liang looked at Joe Ga, who was deep in thought. He pushed further, saying, "Bro, killing a hundred people isn’t as effective as letting one person preach for a hundred days in the broadcasting station.

The people in Africa are very enthusiastic. Play some music on the radio, then sprinkle in some preaching, and they’ll remember it.

They might not be literate, but they understand human speech!

Use radio for the locals, and smartphones for people elsewhere...

Setting up a TV station in Africa is complicated, but creating a short video platform on mobile phones is simple.

You just need a few IT engineers to build the backend, then work with Transsion to customize phones and embed the software.

Entertainment is so scarce here, if we can do this, it’s guaranteed to grab the attention of the locals.

Bro, deep down, you’re not someone who delights in killing...

You treat this place as your second home, so you can’t keep killing forever. You need to teach them, or rather, guide them.

As long as you control the software backend, and we have unmanned aerial drones acting as signal stations to manage wireless traffic...

Whatever you say, they’ll listen!"

Qiao Liang’s words left Joe Ga dumbfounded. He had genuinely never thought about this before...

Developing a career and engaging in endless combat had consumed too much of his energy!

But looking back now, P.B. indeed needed a communication channel.

Not to target the outside world, but internally!

Sangha Town now has nearly 600,000 residents, and combined with Ndele, the diamond town Nora, the population of these three cities accounts for about one-sixth of Central Africa.

Joe couldn’t always rely on direct visits or painstakingly explaining things to unify everyone’s mindset whenever necessary.

A "communication channel" would simplify many things and significantly increase the upper limit of "authority"!

Joe Ga, accustomed to his "domineering style," had an epiphany after being nudged this way.

Previously, he felt that P.B.’s influence had reached its limit. Even the crude President of Congo, while taking his benefits, started showing hesitation in the face of external pressures.

This was a sign of insufficient influence!

Now, with Qiao Liang’s suggestion, it really made sense!

In the extremely underdeveloped information landscape of Central Afrika, no matter how strong P.B. was, it wasn’t widely recognized.

Joe couldn’t simply expand influence through wars and provocations like a rabid dog.

Leveraging media and information to subtly infiltrate is the best way to enhance influence, more effective than using guns!

Sometimes people just need that spark...

Qiao Liang walked the path he chose smoothly, but he sometimes fell into mental blind spots.

The worst part was that his authority was overwhelming; people in P.B. blindly trusted him, and no one felt there was anything wrong.

Moreover, no one reminded him about areas that weren’t good enough!

When encountering problems, Qiao’s immediate thought was always to use his strongest methods to solve them.

Mediation and combat—these were Joe Ga’s strengths!

But this was precisely what disconnected him from the masses!

The common people would never participate in high-level negotiations; they only receive the results!

However, if his ideas were widely communicated, it could force those in "high positions" to compromise with him.

This is the key to how modern media groups steer political trends!

The United States has already mastered this system. If Big Mouth Don hadn’t exploited gaps in the relatively free online media, even with Qiao Liang and the team’s backing, he wouldn’t have won.

Media isn’t something Joe Ga is familiar with, but he is an exceedingly creative thinker...

Looking at his younger brother, whose eyes sparkled with excitement, Joe Ga chuckled and said, "You’ve given me a great idea!"

With that, Joe Ga patted his head and laughed, saying, "I almost forgot, you and Tong Tong studied computer science?

Call her and ask her to find some classmates or professors or someone. I’ll pay them to create a short video app tailored for Africa.

Broadcasting is low-tech; Central Africa should have people who understand it. You handle modifying the unmanned drones while I task someone to build a broadcasting station in Sangha Town.

Damn, Yiwu’s old broadcasting equipment is dirt cheap. Get me a few container loads, and I’ll give these locals some entertainment."

Seeing his big brother accept his suggestion, Qiao Liang exclaimed, "Yup, I’ll arrange it right away...

Tong Tong is fully committed to the travel agency. I’ll call Boss Zhu’s wife Yuan Ya to handle this.

I know someone from our school is researching this, and with money in hand, this thing can be easily sorted out.

Plus, Yuan Ya graduated from the film academy. She might even know some contacts in media."

Joe Ga didn’t know about Boss Zhu marrying a new wife. Curiously following up, he laughed, saying, "Wow, who would’ve thought Boss Zhu still has game?

Over 40 years old, yet marrying a film school college student for his third marriage.

Impressive, truly impressive!"

Suddenly, Joe clapped his hands and said, "Hey? Xiao Liang, if I made a movie based on P.B. as the background, do you think it’s doable?

I’ve heard Russia’s Wagner sponsored film companies, and even Blackwater dabbled in this.

I’m richer than all of them. Can’t I make a movie myself?

Just take a Hollywood-style script, tweak it a little, and make something about P.B. saving Africa...

Do you think that would work?"

Qiao Liang was stunned by his brother’s creative leap. He smacked his lips and thought for a while before saying, "It’s possible—it could work. Africa does have a film industry. Give them enough money, and they’d probably be happy to come here and work for you...

But where would you find the actors?"

Joe Ga waved dismissively and said, "Actors? Who cares about them? Pay enough, and even Morgan Freeman would come and play a local for me!

I don’t care about that!

We’ll shoot war films—planes, artillery; I have everything. Just use P.B.’s own people, swap the weapons for blanks and shoot with real gear.

No personal heroism. The Lion Head Armband will be the protagonist!

This is what you call mainstream themes!

I’ll bombard Africa’s lousy worldview with three to five films a year. Let’s see if P.B. doesn’t become deeply ingrained in their minds!"

Qiao Liang looked at his brother, who switched the conversation from radio to film, and blinked, feeling a bit disoriented. He muttered, "Bro, what you’re saying is good, but Central Africa and its surroundings would need places to broadcast..."

Joe Ga grinned and said, "Is outdoor cinema expensive?

It’s not like the old days of film reels. All you need is a computer and a projector. If there’s no screen, use a big white wall with a speaker to show the movie.

We were all indoctrinated by Hollywood blockbusters. This stuff is more effective than any advertisement!

The entertainment here is so scarce. You watch—when P.B. goes to the countryside to show movies, people will gladly pay to watch!"

Qiao Liang rubbed his nose and didn’t remind his brother how expensive making films could be...

Thinking about the fighter jets in the hangar back at the base, Qiao Liang figured this might actually work!

With this thought, even Qiao Liang grew a little eager. He pulled out his phone to check some information and was about to chat with his brother about the movie idea when Joe Ga’s radio crackled to life...

"Boss, we caught a suspicious guy...

When we boarded the ship, this guy was throwing things into the river.

The ’Capybara’ went down to fish out the stuff. I’m pretty sure we nabbed the right person..."

Joe Ga grinned and said, "Break his legs first, then wait for me to get there...

I want to see if these bastards have guts made of steel!"