This pirate is not too cold

Chapter 9 This is not a small goal
Staring at the calm eyes of the middle-aged man, Karl always felt that things were not as simple as he had heard.

Although in this world, human beings are more bold and unrestrained, and heroes from all walks of life emerge in endlessly.But businessmen are different, what they want is not the life of wandering above the sword that pirates pursue, what they want is stability and safety.Being cautious and prudent in words and deeds is the habit of businessmen engraved in their bones.And the businessman from the Country of Flowers in front of him is a bit too courageous - isn't he afraid that he will chop off his head on a whim or kidnap him for blackmail?
"So, if I take good care of you this time, how much do you plan to give me?" Burying the doubts in his mind, Karl immediately sat back in his seat and asked with a smile.

The middle-aged man is a very interesting person. Seeing that this negotiation is about to succeed, he simply stopped fighting like he did when negotiating with the businessmen. Instead, he directly stretched his left hand in front of Karl and raised a stick. finger.

Seeing Karl's eyes move slightly, the middle-aged man pretended to smile deeply, picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

"A hundred million?"

"cough……"

The middle-aged man, who was squinting his eyes and drinking tea, was startled when he heard Carl's voice, and almost spit out the tea he was about to swallow.Suppressing the itching in his throat, the middle-aged man managed to calm down after coughing a few times, "You really know how to joke..."

"Why, don't you think your head is not worth even a hundred million?" Carl leaned back, with an expression of interest on his face.

"I didn't mean that..." The middle-aged man uttered a few words with difficulty. He took out the handkerchief in his pocket, wiped off the water stains, heaved a sigh of relief, and said dumbfoundedly: "A hundred million is not a small amount." Target!"

Carl, on the other hand, was indifferent, "You country of flowers can be regarded as a big country in the West Sea. You are an imposing international businessman, and you can't even earn [-] million yuan from a business trip, right?"

"Business is not calculated like this!" The middle-aged man frowned and shook his head with a smile, thinking that this bastard pirate is really an idiot pirate who knows nothing about business. One hundred million, but this is not my money alone! There are so many workers under my hands, they all need to eat and they all need wages. The navy along the way, and the king will have to pay taxes after returning home. I don’t know when eight treasures Those violent groups in the navy will also come to ask for some dividends, plus the total maintenance fee..."

Carl waved his hand, as if a little impatient, "Enough is enough, I don't want to hear this, just tell me how much you can pay!"

"500 million!"

"5000 million!"

"My friend, don't make trouble..."

"3000 million is always enough, right?"

"2000 million! No more!"

After raising the price to 2000 million, the middle-aged man picked up the teacup again, posing as if a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Seeing this, Carl was silent for a moment, and said: "Okay, 2000 million is 2000 million!"

2000 million, which has already caught up with Carl's current bounty, which is the price at which he sold himself.

What's more, Karl hit the other side head-on before, asking for a price of 1000 million, in order to break the plan in the other side's mind.Otherwise, if he asks for 2000 million and then raises the price slowly, he really doesn't know if he can mention the current [-] million.

Besides, what monsters and monsters can there be in this West Sea?I'm afraid it's not easy to find a lieutenant general in the Navy headquarters.

Karl doesn't know what level of combat power he has reached now, but he remembers that Sanji could easily kick rocks when he first went out to sea, and he could as well.

Physical skills no less than that of Sanji coupled with the mysterious ability of ghosts and gods, even if he can't beat him, can't he still run?

After establishing a cooperative relationship, Carl took off his sunglasses and tore off the mustache sticking to his face, "Carl!"

After seeing Carl's true face, the pupils of the middle-aged man shrank slightly, but the smile on his face basically remained the same, "I didn't expect it to be Mr. Carl who just became famous a while ago, and he has such enviable strength at such an age. I'm really ashamed."

Karl ignored the middle-aged man's flattery and said with a smile, "Your name?"

"Raglan York!"

……

A few days later, Carl followed York and his party to an island called "Pineapple Island".

Just as there are no wives in wife cakes, and the "Orange Town" in Donghai does not sell oranges, "Pineapple Island" does not make a living selling pineapples.As for why such a strange name was given, Karl is completely unknown.

This island was no different from the Kleiman Island that Karl had been to before, and there was no sign of prosperity at all. It seemed like a self-sufficient rural village.

However, it can be easily judged from this that York's business is definitely not a serious business, otherwise they would not have wandered here and there to such an inaccessible island.

There is a small attic on the small island that is slightly luxurious and cannot be integrated into the simple atmosphere of the village. This is specially built for the passing pirates, merchants, and navy. The attic earns money from outsiders.

When passing by the tavern on the first floor, Karl just casually glanced at the people who were dining and drinking, and he realized that this place was unusual.

A chilling breath.

Although there are only a few scattered guests in the huge restaurant, the air seems to be filled with the smell of gunpowder. It only takes a spark to ignite an irreversible fierce conflict.

To be able to manage the hotel in an orderly manner in this atmosphere, the owner must have some real skills.

After reaching the third floor, York sat down on the sofa in a dignified manner, and his three younger brothers stood behind him one after another, each holding a knife and a gun.

The waiter who came to serve the wine didn't seem to see these people, he was still fiddling with the items on the table, his calm performance was not like ordinary civilians at all.

Carl sat in his seat, wearing sunglasses, glanced at the three people behind York, and couldn't help thinking: This guy really won't put his whole body's safety on me, he is a sensible person.These men of his seem to be quite powerful, but it's a pity that they haven't had a chance to compete with them. I don't know if there are any devil fruit capable users.

Just as Carl was thinking wildly, he only heard the sound of chaotic but steady footsteps gradually coming from outside the room.

"Be careful, they are coming!" York straightened his skirt, and the expression on his face became more serious.

(End of this chapter)