King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 401 - 387: The Extravagant Royal Family

Prince Sayyid’s friends are naturally princes as well...

The handsome curly-haired young man took the initiative to shake hands with Joe Ga, smiling as he said, "Hello, Hu Lang!

My name is very long, so you can call me Al Sani. I’m from Qatar."

Seeing the confused expression on Joe Ga’s face, Sayyid patted Al Sani on the arm and then turned to Joe Ga, "Al Sani is the Prince of Qatar and currently the Deputy Director of the Qatari Security Department.

He has some matters that he needs help with, and you were the first person I thought of."

With that, Sayyid gestured for all the bodyguards to step back and then pointed to the large villa, laughing as he said, "Let’s go inside and talk. This estate was purchased by me; I rarely come here, but it does offer enough privacy."

Joe Ga had no idea why a Prince of Qatar would seek him out. These Middle Eastern nouveau riche really do have an obscene amount of money; whatever could force them to ask for outside help must be a tough issue to handle.

Joe Ga carefully recalled the recent news he’d been following. Though the Gulf Coalition led by the Shah Organization was making a mess of things in Yemen, it still shouldn’t be so bad that the Prince of Qatar would come to him for help. He’s small fry and wouldn’t be much use.

After much thought, Joe Ga still had no clue, so he eventually decided to trust Prince Sayyid. The guy gave him a good vibe, and there was no reason to deliberately complicate things; after all, he was already on board, and there was no need to sabotage one’s own partner.

Glancing at the supercar collection parked on the ground and covered in a layer of dust, he noticed a few bodyguards were preparing to wash these luxurious toys with a water hose. Joe Ga whistled, then followed the two princes into the mansion’s grand entrance.

As soon as he entered, Joe Ga was shocked by the nouveau riche decor within.

With his sensitivity to gold, he noticed the door handles were made of gold...

A coal magnate might at most deck the ceilings with gold leaf, but in the villa’s foyer, the walls were adorned with polished gold mosaics.

On a low table in the foyer, there lay an ivory tusk nearly one and a half meters long.

This wasn’t ivory from modern elephants, but a fossilized mammoth tusk. Not outrageously expensive, but certainly rare.

Passing through the foyer, there was a huge living room that led directly to the back door of the villa. The overall decor seemed a bit bloated to someone pragmatic like Joe Ga.

But to be fair, when you group together a whole bunch of decorations each worth over five-digit US dollars, it’s hard for the average person not to give a thumbs-up and call it beautiful.

Perhaps this was also a style of decoration, but it was a level of luxury and grandeur that Joe Ga, being on the poorer side, couldn’t fully appreciate.

Following the two princes down a side corridor, Joe Ga passed a sitting room. He paused, took a couple of steps backward, and peered inside...

In the sitting room, several men and women in black suits looked serious as they held notebooks, discussing something while constantly looking at a huge TV.

Joe Ga was definitely not the ’impolite’ type, but his curiosity got the better of him. The TV screen showed a room filled with undressed women who, like contestants in a talent show, took turns entering a smaller room to introduce themselves to the camera and answer questions from the black-suited men and women.

A woman in a suit with an indifferent gaze and headscarf, holding what appeared to be a resume, said, "Gwen Stacey, 25, University of Southern California graduate, enjoys music, travel, parties..."

As she spoke, the suited woman looked at the somewhat reserved young lady in front of the camera, pointed to several men in suits beside her, and said in a mechanical voice, "This is Hafali, the prince’s butler, and next to him are our professional etiquette instructors.

You have five minutes to convince us to offer you a job that pays more in two years than the average person’s efforts in twenty.

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Watching the prepared woman on TV pose seductively and introduce herself like in a beauty pageant, then logically explain her virtues to a group of expressionless men and women in black suits...

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Joe Ga always thought Monica was open enough, but he never expected reality to be stranger than he imagined.

Who could have thought a group of Ivy League talents would apply for a job this way?

And the position they were applying for was just a one-month stint as a temporary mistress, or more bluntly put, a prostitute.

It was even more bizarre than the wildest rumors Joe Ga had heard!

Noticing Joe Ga lagging behind, Sayyid came over to pull him along, glanced at the women on the big screen, and said with a smile, "These are professionals from the Qatari Security Department. They are responsible for conducting background checks and also for selecting suitable, well, you know...

If you’re interested, you can leave your preferences with them, and they can help you pick a few possible candidates.

A luxury apartment, a sports car, and two hundred thousand US dollars a year, and you can have them."

Joe Ga suddenly found it amusing and said, "I thought splurging on women was the norm for you tycoons. Two hundred thousand a year, shit, I didn’t quite believe it when Monica told me..."

Prince Sayyid chuckled, shook his head, and pulled Joe Ga to follow him, saying with a laugh as they walked, "Two hundred thousand a year might not be a lot, but you forgot about the apartment and sports car?

This is a business deal!

We do have money, but... you know!"

Joe Ga was taken aback and then decisively shook his head, "I don’t get it, and I don’t want to. I don’t see the advantage.

Spending hundreds of thousands on a mistress you only get to sleep with a few times a year and probably having to hire someone to keep an eye on her to prevent infidelity, what the hell is the point?"

Sayyid noncommittally shook his head with a smile and said, "When you want to relax, hop on your own plane, point to any bustling city on the map, and then upon landing, there’s a woman waiting for you.

"They’re completely submissive to you; you give them a little gift, and you can enjoy double the enthusiasm.

"Isn’t it worth spending a bit of money for that?

"If satisfaction can be bought with money, then why not?"

Joe Ga looked at Sayyid, who was spouting his money-is-everything philosophy, and sneered, "Do you believe your own words? How can something so readily obtained create any sense of satisfaction?

"Just by looking at you, I can tell you’ve never enjoyed such treatment. You’re envious too, aren’t you?"

Sayyid sighed and said, "Hu Lang, it’s better to know some things and not speak of them, then we can still be good friends."

Now it was Joe Ga’s turn to be curious. He asked, somewhat surprised, "Why? You shouldn’t be short of money."

As they stood before the door of a study, Sayyid, with an odd expression, said, "Who said I’m not short on money?

"I get only a hundred million in pocket money a year. Do you know how hard it is to support all my hobbies with that?

"The royal funds are for doing business; they don’t reimburse us for the cost of finding women, so of course I have to save where I can.

"Al Sani’s men are selecting women for the Shah Prince’s upcoming America trip. They’ll be used to fill the corners of the party and to attend to guests."

Joe Ga laughed at Sayyid’s odd expression. He figured the guy was jealous of ’public expense’ usage, and, in that case, this third-tier prince did fall a bit short.

However, there was a problem here. Al Sani was the Prince of Qatar, and even if his status was a notch below that of the Shah Prince, he shouldn’t need to take on the role of a pimp.

The whole situation was odd from start to finish, but as Joe Ga didn’t feel any tension from Sayyid, he relaxed too. Whatever Al Sani wanted help with, he’d listen and see.

After entering the study, Joe Ga sat down on a sofa at Al Sani’s invitation.

A butler-like man brought over a pot of tea. After pouring for each person, he left the study and closed the door behind him.

Al Sani seemed a bit at a loss for where to start. He drank some tea and then looked at Sayyid with pleading eyes.

Sayyid, leisurely walking to the side of the desk, picked up a little ornament to fiddle with and said, "My yacht is getting a bit old..."

"I’ll give you one; I just ordered a new yacht from Italy. It hasn’t even been named yet, it’s yours."

Upon hearing this, Sayyid nodded in approval, then turned to Joe Ga and said, "Hu Lang, our Prince Al-Sani wants to rescue his sister from the hands of the Crown Prince.

"He’s come here in a private capacity, he’s bribed the Crown Prince’s steward, and plans to use the recruitment of women as an opportunity to sneak a few Qatari agents into the party to get his sister out."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga rubbed his temples in pain and said incredulously, "You want me to help you snatch a woman from the hands of the Shah Prince?

"Your sister is a princess, and if I’m not mistaken, she must be the legal wife of the Shah Prince..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at Sayyid nodding and then said with a laugh, "Shit, who’s gone mad, me or you guys?

"If your agents have already infiltrated, getting her out shouldn’t be difficult, so what do you need me for?

"If I so much as dare fire a gun at the Prince’s party, I’d be in deep trouble."

Sayyid, upon hearing this, laughed and said, "It’s not that exaggerated. You just need to show up with a female companion, and when you leave, take the princess who’s changed clothes with you, then I’ll use my private plane to send her to Africa.

"Al Sani’s people will swap clothes with the princess, to distract those watching her, nobody will..."

Upon hearing this, Joe Ga raised his hand and said, "Hold on, what you said earlier was somewhat normal.

"The Middle East is full of runaway princesses, that’s not news, but sending her to Africa, what’s that all about?

"You better not tell me you plan on sending her to P·B’s turf?

"Aren’t you guys from the Middle East clear on what kind of people you are?

"If you stuff the princess into my territory, how am I supposed to live?"

After listening, Sayyid chuckled and said, "Hu Lang, listen to me carefully.

"This is a big deal, and if you succeed, there will be more deals like this in the future..."

Joe Ga looked at Sayyid suspiciously and said, "I feel like you’re trying to harm me!"

"$10 million!"

Al Sani beside them raised a finger, his expression resolute, "Ten million, ten million a year!!"

Joe Ga was stunned for a moment, then straightened his collar and said, "Well, let’s hear it!"