Summoner of Pirate World

Roy glanced at him, then took out a gold bar from his pocket and slapped it on the table, saying, "No need to look for it, the rest is a tip."

Such a gold bar is worth less than three or four taels. Not to mention eating a few plates of beef, it is more than enough to book a restaurant.

Such a generous move immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"Hmph, it's really generous to give such a big gold bar to a steak. I don't know if this gold is real or fake." In addition to surprise, there were also people who expressed jealousy and doubt.

After hearing this, the waiter calmed down from the shock, picked up the gold bar and weighed it.

He has never touched gold, so he doesn't know how it weighs or feels.But this is just like opening the hood of a car and pretending to have a look after it breaks down, even though you don't know how to repair it. It's all subconscious behavior.

The next second, a fat hand grabbed the gold bar from his hand, put it in his mouth and took a bite. Then the folds on the fat face were squeezed together in laughter, and the oil on the face could make flies slippery.He smiled and said: "Thank you for your generosity, but this gold is not pure gold, and the cattle you eat are all Jirou Wagyu. This gold bar is not enough, haha."

This is a philistine and treacherous face. It looks kind and gentle, but it can give you that feeling.

He looked to be about forty or fifty, with a bald head, and his forehead was shiny with facial oil.

Although he was wearing a decent gray suit, he didn't look like a gentleman at all.

Roy has seen many people like this. They are often small supervisors who have been promoted through connections or special means, or they are followers of big shots.In short, it is that I quickly came into contact with a position that did not match my ability, and it was a bit bloated.Roy usually chooses to turn a blind eye when encountering such people.

"So, how much more do you think is needed?"

"Well, no matter what, I have to add one more."

pat.

Roy waved his hand and slapped another gold bar on the table.

The manager was stunned for a moment, then took the gold bar over, took a bite, and said, "The purity of this gold bar is too small. In this case, we need to add two more, no, three, at least three. Yeah, three."

"it is good."

Click, click, click.

This time, Roy dropped three pieces of gold directly on the table.

He looked at the fat manager with a smile on his face and asked: "Is that enough?"

"Uh." The manager wanted to say it was not enough, but his remaining sanity stopped him.

At first, he was just joining in the fun and joking, but then a trace of greed emerged, but now, he can't hold it back.

He looked at the smiling Roy, suddenly shuddered, forced a smile and said: "What did the guest say? I was just joking with you. How can so much gold be used for a few steaks? The gold bars are enough to buy my store."

As he spoke, he pushed the extra gold bars in front of Roy. He held the first gold bar in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then grabbed both ends and broke it hard.

He wanted to break the gold bar, but although gold was relatively soft, it could be broken easily.This guy was so tired that the veins on his forehead popped out, but he only bent the gold bar a little.

Roy smiled and shook his head: "Don't bother. Since you said these gold bars are enough to buy this store, let's draw up a contract."

The manager was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, his mouth opened and he raised his head: "Ah"

"Well not enough"

As he spoke, Roy threw out two more gold bars.This time he used too much force and the gold bar hit the manager's feet directly.

The manager groaned, but instead of covering his feet, he bent down and quickly picked up the gold bars.To be honest, this movement was done in one go, like a cloud and flowing water, and it didn't look like a fat man weighing several hundred pounds at all.

He put away all the gold bars, quickly asked someone to take out pen and paper from the bar, wrote down the transfer procedures, bitten his finger and made a fingerprint.And he wanted to get out of here immediately.

"You can look after this store for me for a few days, and I'll find someone to take it over in a few days."

"Okay, okay, no problem. Don't worry, the little custodian will do his job well."

"Well, the other gold bar belongs to him, you have to return it to him." Roy pointed to the waiter who originally served him.

The manager's expression changed, and he was a little reluctant. Then he glanced at Roy, quickly took out a gold bar, put it into the waiter's hand, and said quickly: "It should be, it should be."

Roy nodded, turned and left.

Only a group of "audiences" who don't know what happened are left, and they can't get over it for a long time.

In fact, Roy didn't need to say the last sentence at all. The reason why he added that sentence was actually because the waiter pulled the manager when he was looking for trouble.

Perhaps even the waiter himself could not imagine that such a small action would directly affect his fate.

In fact, Roy was a little distracted today.

Normally, he would not just throw a gold bar out, nor would he use money to hit people like this.

Regardless of whether he has this wealth or not, his character actually does not allow him to do this.

In general, getting more money than one's own standards in a short period of time gave oneself a sense of inflation, resulting in such retaliatory consumption.

Even Roy is not exempt from this situation.

But no matter what, he is not at a loss.

The business of this store is good, and it is also a relatively high-end shopping place on the island. Although the transfer fee is a bit expensive, it can be regarded as buying a physical property for yourself.

This is also his second property on the island.

It should also be the most profitable one so far.

After all, Newsbird is still in the rectification stage and is not on the right track. Not to mention making money, in fact, it has been losing money to operate.

Roy wants Newsbird to become his intelligence network, hoping to spread Newsbird's power throughout the OP world.

In this way, he can have the most comprehensive understanding of the world and obtain first-hand information.

Moreover, it can also guide public opinion at critical moments.

Although in this world where the strong is respected, the pressure of public opinion is not as strong as in another world, but it can still have miraculous effects at certain times, which cannot be accomplished by personal force.

Just imagine, you are behind the scenes, relegated to the outside world, but the trends in the world will enter your ears, and you can make the whole world boil with just one order.

This is so terrifying and yet so desirable.

Every time he thinks about these, Roy can't help but laugh, as if he already has those.

After coming back to his senses, his eyes moved slightly and he started walking towards an alley that was not going his way.The alley is very remote and the lights are very dim.

He walked in front, his shadow drawn long by the weak light.

At the end of the shadow, several black figures followed quietly.

The luster of metal glowed coldly in the darkness.