Pirates make money is king

Originally, he wanted to continue studying the golden revolver, but when he saw the products prepared by Parker and Martin, Abe had to face it.

One Piece has a 100-year history blank, and the text that records the history of that year is called the historical text.

These historical texts are carved on huge stones and are scattered around the world.

I don’t know who recorded history in this way for what purpose. In short, these historical texts are difficult to destroy.

The World Government does not want people to interpret these historical texts, and since it cannot destroy them, it can only try to prevent these huge stones from appearing in the public eye.

"It's genuine. I've only heard of it before. This is the first time I've seen it so close."

"Shocking, is this how history feels to people?"

"I want this."

"No, you really want to buy it."

"If you want to buy this, first consider whether your ship has the ability to carry it."

"This is a problem."

"It's a pity that I came here by small boat this time and couldn't buy huge commodities."

Bang bang, Parker clapped his hands a few times to attract everyone's attention.

"Don't worry, everyone, if you buy this stone, we will provide door-to-door delivery service."

“Delivery to your door, so kind”

"real or fake."

Abe muttered softly: "What about door-to-door delivery? I think you want to take away someone's home."

In this line of work, no one will expose their lair location.

Instead of sending it to its hometown, transporting it to other places for transshipment can easily attract the attention of the navy.

The item is too big to attract attention.

Parker seemed to have expected this, and motioned to Martin to bring the ink.

"We always put customer needs first. If you don't buy the original version, you can buy a rubbing copy."

Parker stayed away from the historical text while Martin led people to pour ink on the rocks.

For on-site rubbings, you don't have to worry about the rubbings being fake as many copies are needed.

Abe had to admire that Parker was very good at doing business.

Attract attention step by step, and then turn one high-quality product into countless copies.

This guy's means of making money are much better than his own. With the original text of history in hand, Parker can make countless copies.

There are so many people in this world who are interested in historical texts, so there is no need to worry about not being able to sell them.

Abe had to sigh, what a hugely profitable deal.

"Rubbing books are cheap. If you want to buy them, just come and buy them."

Parker said it was cheap, but his actions showed nothing cheap.

A portion of [-] million is considered cheap. Nothing in the world is more expensive than this.

The boxes around Parker are increasing one after another, and Abe wants to steal the historical text and sell it himself.

The origami boat hid in the shadow and asked: "Is this stone very powerful?"

Abbey sat on the box and said: "Everyone is full of expectations for the unknown. Some people can't wait to decipher it, and some people are afraid to reveal the mystery."

The man from the Changshou tribe asked curiously: "Brother, why do you think the World Government doesn't want people to unlock the text of history?"

Abe glanced at the guy who asked the question: "I know nothing and don't know what it is to be afraid. I am ignorant and want to find out and want to retreat. I only know half and sigh until I look forward to future generations. I know everything and I am afraid that the world will know it and not know why."

The origami boat hid in the shadow: "Hey, can you speak human language?"

Abe was not interested in what he couldn't understand, but asked: "What secret is hidden in the handle of the gun?"

"Well, brother found out."

The man from the long-hand tribe originally wanted to ask Abe what he meant by those words. When Abe asked about the product, the man from the long-hand tribe immediately began to explain.

"This gun is made by melting a large sword after breaking it. It has the function of a gun and a hidden function."

The man from the Changshou tribe held the gold revolver and moved a protruding position under the trigger. A five-centimeter folding knife popped out of the gun handle.

If you want to sell products, you must let customers experience the charm of the products.

Abe took the golden revolver again and looked at the folding knife several times. Abe still felt it was magical.

The folding knife pops out in two pieces, and when it turns into a five-centimeter knife, there is no gap at all.

"Brother, this product is the treasure of our store. Brother likes to bear the pain and part with it."

Abe played with the Golden Revolver for a while. Not to mention, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

The problem is that the boss directly asks for [-] million, and he doesn’t have that much money at all.

"It's too expensive to buy."

"Master Bei said he can't afford it, and I, Parker, want to see what kind of treasure it is."

Abe looked at Parker walking over with a disgusting smile on his face.

His eyes are not big, and they disappear when he smiles, and his donkey face makes people spit out their overnight meal.

Parker wanted to see it, and the Changshou man offered it respectfully: "Mr. Parker is interested in guns."

Parker held the golden revolver and pointed at Abe: "Pop, tap, tap."

Abe sat motionless on the box and looked at Parker with a playful expression: "This is a declaration of war."

Parker laughed: "Hahaha, Mr. Bei really loves to joke."

Abe stood up, opened the last box of money, and took out the things he put inside.

"I only have this money on hand for the time being. If the boss thinks it's okay, I'll take this gun."

The man from the Changshou tribe took a look at the box. The box was full of [-] million. This one was a little less, not too much.

"Okay, thank you for your business."

After the deal was concluded, Abe grabbed the golden revolver directly from Parker's hand, and with a look of disgust on his face, he squatted down and wiped the gun with a rag that someone on the ground had discarded.

Parker's dark face turned purple, and he humiliated himself in public. This damn guy really thought he must have bought those rough stones and gems.

"Mr. Parker, regarding the business we discussed before, I don't know if Mr. Parker has the money ready."

As Abe spoke, he began to count the boxes piled next to the history text.

"One box, two boxes, three boxes, four boxes, five boxes, 35 boxes, 36 boxes, three amounts, count over there, a total of 36 boxes, just right."

Parker's hands clenched, unclenched and clenched, going back and forth a dozen times. Thinking of Abe's loss of the boat, Parker's heart dropped.

"Get ready. I'm here to call Mr. Bei to confirm the amount."

Abe nodded at the stunned Long-Handed man and followed Parker to the side of the historical text.

Historical texts are dangerous goods. Many people read them, but not many people really make up their minds to buy them.

It looked like a lot of people were buying it, but in fact there were only a few real buyers.

Judging from the smell of the boxes, 32 boxes were stored in the same place for a long time.

And Parker has the same smell. It is not difficult to guess that 32 people are shills arranged by Parker.

This guy is obviously rich, but he said before that he couldn't get the money for the time being, saying it would take two days.

It seems that this guy wants to do something shameful while the moon is dark and the wind is high.

"Master Bei, do you need help?"

Abe took out the rope secretly spit out from the folded paper boat and fixed the box in place.

"No, don't bother Mr. Parker."

As he spoke, Abe pushed the box and moved it.

Seeing Parker's surprised look, Abe explained: "There is no way, there are many things that cannot be helped by others. Over time, he has developed brute strength, which makes Mr. Parker, who has many subordinates, laugh."