Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Ye Bai gathered his men and suddenly made a suggestion.

"How about establishing a guard team?"

This suggestion shocked Xu Wenqiang, Xiao Aqiao, Luo Zhan, and the others.

"Brother Ye, don't we already have a bodyguard team?"

Xiao Aqiao looked even more puzzled when she heard Ye Bai's suggestion.

Before Ye Bai could answer the question, Xu Wenqiang immediately realized what was going on.

"The boss is referring to a legally armed security detail, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Bai immediately looked up at Xu Wenqiang, his eyes revealing a hint of certainty.

Indeed, that's what he thought.

He had given this idea considerable thought.

Currently, the bodyguards at the Paramount Mansion are mainly led by Wang An, the former head of the bodyguards at the Paramount Ballroom, and later by Luo Zhan.

Wang An's bodyguards were used for daily security.

But if something serious happens, Luo Zhan's men will have to step in.

Nowadays, he already has an arms factory production line under his control.

Unfortunately, those weapons couldn't be used openly and had to be kept in the shadows.

Current production capacity has basically met the needs of self-production and self-consumption, and can even be used for self-production and self-sales.

The biggest problem we face right now is letting others know that we have weapons.

This led to the idea of ​​creating a guard force that could carry firearms.

On the one hand, it allows them to showcase their weapons.

On the other hand, it can also be used to display one's military strength.

However, how to legally possess a guard team became a problem facing Ye Bai.

At this moment, the study was silent.

For a moment, everyone began to think carefully.

In the study, only Ye Bai's voice continued to ring out.

"To have a guard force with independent gun control, one must at least have a certain degree of influence within the concession."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Xu Wenqiang continued the story from the side.

"Nowadays, if you want to have a certain voice within the concession, you must join the largest self-governing organization in the concession!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Aqiao blurted out "rain".

"Isn't that the Municipal Council?"

Public Works Bureau?

Upon hearing this, Ye Bai pondered silently.

Xu Wenqiang, who was standing to the side, had already given an affirmative answer.

"The Municipal Council oversees various committees, and also manages foreign merchant groups, the police force, and ministries, among others. Managing the security force is also one of the Municipal Council's responsibilities!"

At this point, Xiao Aqiao's voice rang out.

"So, what does Brother Ye need to do?"

The remaining people had all come to the same conclusion.

"To become a Chinese director of the Municipal Council!"

Chapter Ninety-Eight: The consul from the United States has secured his vote!

Feng Jingyao's brows furrowed.

Consuls from the United States, the United Kingdom, France, and Japan!

With four votes from the four consuls, even a two-to-two situation would only result in a tie.

In other words, you need to get more than three votes to be considered to have won a great victory.

Of the four consuls, the only one he was confident in was Mr. Oshima from Japan.

After all, his meeting with Mr. Oshima was arranged by Mrs. Yokota at the time.

Now, he's even more trapped on the Japanese Heavenly Dragon Society's pirate ship, with no way to get off.

In other words, Mr. Oshima is certain to get this vote!

The next instant, Feng Jingyao's brows furrowed even more tightly.

Of the four consuls, he definitely wouldn't get the vote from the United States.

It should be noted that the American consul was a good friend of Jack, the manager of the American trading company.

Ever since Jack received a large number of orders for lipsticks and soaps from Ye Bai at the Paramount Ballroom, the American consul's goodwill towards Ye Bai has grown day by day.

After all, he was also one of the shareholders of the trading company.

The more Jack earns, the more he earns!

Who would turn down money?!

With the current decision involving the Chinese chairman from four countries, it seems inevitable that the vote for the United States will go to Ye Bai.

Thinking of this, Feng Jingyao pressed his brow, his eyes filled with even more sorrow.

In other words, the two consuls from the two countries, France and Britain, will be the ones to decide the outcome!

Thinking of this, he immediately turned around and gave instructions to the butler, Uncle Xiang, who was standing to the side.

"On Friday evening, we hosted a dinner for Mr. Peel, the Consul of the Republic of France."

...

Time flies, and Friday night arrived in no time.

Following the instructions of Feng Jingyao from 863, Uncle Guan had arranged everything perfectly.

"Master, everything is ready."

Hearing Uncle Xiang speak, Feng Jingyao's eyes showed appreciation, and he nodded with great satisfaction.

"I trust you to handle things. Now we just wait for Mr. Peel to arrive."

With that, Feng Jingyao took the lead and waited at the dining table.

And we waited for more than half an hour.

With only fifteen minutes left until the agreed time, Feng Jingyao's previously upturned lips involuntarily drooped down.

The ashtray was already a third full from the cigar ash.

The butler, Uncle Xiang, kept glancing towards the door, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety.

"Don't worry, sir, Mr. Peel has already agreed."

Seeing the subtle irritation on Feng Jingyao's face, the butler, Uncle Xiang, spoke up to comfort him.

However, these words were said to both Feng Jingyao and himself.

Just as he finished speaking, a black sedan pulled up outside the Feng mansion.

The men at the door immediately reported the news.

"Sir, Mr. Peel has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao's irritation immediately disappeared, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Please!"

A few minutes later, Mr. Peel, dressed in a brown suit, walked slowly in.

Upon seeing Feng Jingyao, Mr. Peel nodded slightly in greeting and explained in a slow voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm almost late, Mr. Feng."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao showed an even more polite smile.

"No, no, I know foreigners are always punctual. You arrived at just the right time, not too late or too late."

After a few brief pleasantries, Feng Jingyao pointed to the head seat.

"Mr. Peel, this way please."

"Mr. Feng, please."

Soon everyone took their seats, and one after another, exquisitely presented dishes were served.

"Mr. Peel, please use this. This is our signboard."

"Thank you, Mr. Feng..."