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Looking at the bewildered expression on Ivanovich's face, Joja was now one hundred percent sure that this guy was not well-liked in their company.

Because public data shows that Euginbert's business in the past few years has been concentrated in West Asia and Europe.

Someone deliberately sent Ivanovich to Africa to develop a blank area, and they are still trying to kill him.

In Africa, Ivanovich cannot do legitimate business, and if he operates illegal business, he will risk his life.

But this guy does meet Joja's needs, honest, reliable, and backed by a big company. As long as he supports him in this position, Joja will be able to obtain a continuous supply of arms.

No matter if the arms are high-end or not, they will definitely not be worse than the old AKs with polished barrels circulating in Africa, and their source is definitely legal.

As for the destination, as long as it is shipped to Africa, isn't it up to Joja's own needs? There are some difficulties, but there is always a way to overcome them.

After thinking it through, Joja asked Ivanovich for the problematic port, then he took out a prepaid phone, entered a text message, and sent it to a number on the 'Smuggling Bible'.

A few minutes later, the number received a response.

Joja looked at the content of the message, a smile appeared on his lips, then he took out a piece of paper with a bank account written on it from his pocket and pushed it across the table to Ivanovich, saying, "Transfer 10,000 euros to this account, and tomorrow you can go there and have your cargo ship set sail.

Oh, be careful when making the transfer. If you don't understand, find a professional accountant to help you. Your company's finance department must have encountered this situation before, and they will know how to handle it."

Ivanovich, embarrassed, shook his head when he heard this, then he walked into the room and brought out a black briefcase in a few minutes.

"This is my funding. No one told me how to use it before, but now I probably know its purpose."

Saying that, Ivanovich opened the box, revealing fifty thousand euros and fifty thousand dollars in cash inside. He looked at Joja with some curiosity and said, "Is 10,000 euros really enough? Our Middle East manager used to complain about insufficient funds every time..."

Joja looked at the honest Ivanovich with a strange expression, and said with a bit of a toothache, "If you want your daughter to realize her dream sooner, I think you can also complain about insufficient funds frequently. And I'm sure that as long as you complain, you will find yourself being respected in the company, and everyone will treat you as one of their own."

With that, Joja tore up the note on the table, gestured for Ivanovich to close the briefcase, and shook his head, saying, "Then take ten thousand euros in cash with you. I will give your phone number to the people at the dock, and they will call you proactively. You hand the money over to them, and someone will take you to handle the procedures."

Grateful, Ivanovich nodded, then he looked at the briefcase, hesitated for a moment, and picked up a stack of banknotes, saying in a very awkward tone, "I don't quite understand the rules here, but I have heard that intermediaries always require a fee..."

Ivanovich was awkward, and Joja was even more awkward at this point. He waved his hand and said, "I don't need money, I need you to answer some questions for me."

Upon hearing Joja's words, Ivanovich breathed a sigh of relief, then he stood up and extended his hand in a very formal manner, inviting, "If it's a work-related question, then please come with me. Let's go to the study. As long as it's something I know, I can answer it for you."

Saying that, Ivanovich seemed to have found confidence, and he looked at his wife and said, "Kina, please help us take the dinner to the study. I want to have a chat with Mr. Pas."

Valen Kina looked at her husband, who had suddenly transformed into a 'professor', apologized to the strange-looking Joja, and then said helplessly, "Well, you two go ahead and talk. We'll stay outside and have dinner. I'll take your dinner to the study."

The name on Joja's Greek passport is George Pas, but it was the first time someone had addressed him so formally, which made him a little uncomfortable.

But he didn't come here to eat, so he nodded and said with a smile, "The 'professor' will definitely be able to answer my questions, because he looks like the kind of person who does all the homework before starting a job."

Saying that, Joja nodded to Nis and Kaman, who seemed invisible, and followed the 'professor's' guidance to the study in the wooden house.

Compared to the awkward atmosphere in the living room, Ivanovich showed Joja the essence of the phrase 'as long as I'm not embarrassed, others are'. This guy has a good side of being a teacher, not the kind of 'good teacher' who likes to teach others, but the kind who is willing to share knowledge, as if doing so can give him a sense of existence and confidence.

Although Joja was embarrassed, the feeling of embarrassment disappeared after he asked the first question.

Some people are born with the talent to be a teacher, because when a teacher devotes himself wholeheartedly, attentive students naturally pay attention.

The two of them talked from eight-thirty until almost midnight, and Joja walked out of the study with a satisfied look on his face, holding a large stack of handwritten notes.Ivanovich also appeared very satisfied. He sent Joja and the other two to the door, then held Joja's hand and said, "Thank you for your help. If you go to the Tunisian defense exhibition, be sure to call me. We can chat again."

"I can't give you accurate answers to some of your questions for the time being, but I will use the company's channels to collect information. Soon I will organize what you need."

Joja nodded slightly and said solemnly, "I will definitely go. I am not new to this industry, but there are indeed many questions that require professional answers for me."

"I appreciate your enthusiasm and professionalism, Professor. If you encounter any problems before the defense exhibition, be sure to call me."

After bidding farewell to the 'Professor' and his family, as they walked on the road, Nis looked at Joja curiously and said, "You look very happy. Is it because you made a new friend?"

Joja was taken aback for a moment, shook his head and said, "Making a friend is just one aspect. More importantly, I have learned a lot. The professor may be a bit strange, but he knows a lot."

"Can you imagine a person almost fifty years old, reading all the company's transaction reports for the past ten years before switching to become a salesperson? He may not be able to make himself an excellent salesperson overnight, but with his knowledge, he became a 'professional' in just one month. His position as vice president is indeed earned by his ability, but unfortunately, theory cannot help him adapt quickly to this dangerous industry."

Nis nodded in realization and then curiously asked, "Who did you contact before?"

Joja shrugged, smiled and said, "It was someone on the smuggling list, an employee of the Italian customs."

Nis was surprised to hear this, "We haven't tried that before. Are you sure that guy can really help the professor?"

Joja chuckled, took out his phone and showed the information on it, then said, "I wasn't very sure at first, so I wanted the 'Professor' to confirm it for us."

Looking at Nis with wide eyes, Joja smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. The reason I am so confident is that the professor's goods are all legal, and his background in the Serbian state-owned enterprise means he won't get into trouble. I have to try out the 'Bible' I got, don't you think so?"