In the world of pirates, you are crazy and yelling at others

I'm really impressed by these old guys.

Umit burst into tears.

When the four of them saw that he was really impressed by their reasoning, they withdrew their hands that were about to pick apart.

Elleya felt refreshed and straightened her back, "It would have been better if I had agreed earlier. It would have been a waste of all this energy."

Feina expressionlessly threw the scattered clothes on the shy Umit, then lifted him up by his arm and sat back in front of the round table.

Chakry took out a piece of brown paper from the briefcase he carried with him, with the words "Pact Use Vary" printed in large ink.

All agreements are very detailed, including the parties to the agreement, transaction content, remuneration and confidentiality clauses, and each line fills an entire A2 paper.

Umit's pupils tightened as he browsed the above content, "The right to interpret the above treaty belongs to his~!"

Before he could finish reading the last sentence, someone picked up his hand. "Pfft", the knife scratched the pulp of his middle finger. A drop of blood smeared on the signature on the brown paper, and there seemed to be two lines of small words below.

The tip of Elle's nose twitched slightly, her red eyes darkened slightly, and she curved her lips and smiled playfully: "The agreement has been made, you must remember the contents of the agreement."

When Umit heard this, he immediately glued his eyes to the paper, but the agreement was taken away and put away, without giving him any chance to read the last two lines of small words.

"Wait, I haven't finished reading yet! Hey!"

Damn it!

He was forced to board this pirate ship.

This group of people didn't even let him read the agreement.

However, the 28% written in it means that for every order he picks up and delivers, he will get 20% of the profit after the goods are sold. Looking at it this way, this group of people is somewhat sincere, which means that as long as the order is The bigger it is, the more baileys he gets.

Umit's stern expression gradually faded away, almost revealing a drunken look obsessed with money.

He has been doing nothing but shipping in his life. What's wrong with being greedy for money?

No one in this world doesn’t love money!

As an expert in ocean transportation, he is of course happy when someone asks him to cooperate. He is just very picky sometimes, but now he feels that he is not picky at all!

Umit, whose eyes were blinded by money, did not dwell on the two sentences he had not finished reading. He made a fist to cover the corners of his raised mouth, coughed twice to clear his throat, put on a serious expression, and said sternly: "Happy cooperation... .Uh...what do you call it?"

After the agreement was signed, he still didn’t know Party A’s name. What a sin.

Alaya blew the scattered hair on her forehead and said with a sweet smile: "Rakshasa girl."

Wumit's brain finally shut down at this moment, and he looked at her blankly, "It turns out it's you, the evil woman who has been stealing other people's business."

"Business sometimes doesn't come first, first served, it depends on who is in control." Elleya shrugged and slowly sat on the round table, standing with his legs crossed. "Who in this world is not a bad person? Fiona, take him back. Pumanda will transport the goods here, and I will inform you of the sailing route later. If we can’t find anyone, let’s meet at the Shampoo Islands.”

"Understood." Fina nodded as she picked up the baseball bat again, glanced sideways at Umit who was getting dressed, and asked, "Where is your boat?"

Umit adjusted the ruffled yellow scarf and raised two fingers expressionlessly: "Dockyard No. 2."

Feina understood, grabbed him by the collar and started walking out.

Umit didn't even straighten his legs before he slipped away, "Hey, are you so anxious? My ship is still under repair."

"I don't have time to waste. I have to come back to keep an eye on people. Ten days is the limit of my endurance. You'd better hurry up." Fina curled her lips and urged.

Chakri grinned from behind.

Who else could this kid keep an eye on?

Of course it's him!

But the boss always comes first, and Fina’s wish is about to come true~

He and Miss Phil can finally be alone~

Seeing Feina leaving with someone, he immediately revealed his true colors.

"Miss Phil~~???~~"

Chakri's nostrils dilated, he bent down and raised his hands to twist them into twists, sniffing the five-scented little lolita, sniffing left and right.

Wearing a suit on him is simply a waste of money.

This old pervert!

Alaya put her forehead in helplessness and began to look at the tavern. Except for some damaged tables and chairs, the wine on the wine cabinet was still intact. Especially, the area was quite large.

She turned over the palm-sized "No Smiling" wooden sign in her hand, lowered her eyes and said in deep thought: "It's really bad. I didn't expect that the first person I would deal with would be you... Poor little guy..."

"Who is pitiful?" Erha Chakri straightened up, cast a gossipy gaze, put his head on her shoulder, and said with a sideways smile: "Boss~ What little secret are you hiding?"

"Hehe." Alaya sneered a few times, her starry eyes flashed over her eyes, she pushed his head away, and said calmly: "Clean up this place, this tavern will be included in our property tomorrow night, and its name will be... ..'Blackmail Light'."

joke.

Land worth millions of Baileys, don’t give it up for free!

Free sex is so delicious!

Chakri pouted dissatisfiedly: "If you don't say it, don't say it."

The complaining puppy took a rope and started to tie people up, then piled them on top of each other and pulled them out of the tavern.

The door was already blocked by people.

The group of people holding various documents in their hands, who were blocked by a wall of black overalls, saw a pile of "bounty money" dragged out by a man with short hair in a suit, and opened their mouths to shout. But couldn't utter a single word.

Shipyard managers: ...

The scene was deathly silent, and the wild birds were silent.

What kind of human scene is this? Is this something they should see?

The faces of the shipyard managers changed slightly, and their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

Phil, who had just left the house, held a long stick in his hand and poked the door plaque off the tavern with his raised hand.

"Oh!"

Everyone's heartbeats skipped a beat.

hiss!

The faces of the shipyard managers turned three degrees white.

"Big...so bold!"

"Whose property is this?"

"Won't you suffer retaliation? I heard that that person is ruthless and won't allow others to provoke him."

"Are you sure you're not small-minded?"

"Hey, hey! I don't want to say this!"

They couldn't help but start to complain.

Even though they were here to discuss business with big clients, they were shocked when they saw that the property of someone who was also one of their clients was occupied.

Phil held a long stick with one hand on his hips and the other, and loudly announced: "Starting today, this pub will change its name and surname. It will reopen in a week. You are welcome to visit!"

Not only was she not afraid, she even started soliciting customers.

"This..." The managers looked embarrassed.

I'm afraid this is inappropriate, but it offends people on both sides...

Alaya heard their discussion when she walked out the door. She chuckled and narrowed her eyes: "Do you all want to do business with me?"

The managers nodded.

So what if I offend someone!

You don’t have to drink alcohol, but the owners of the shipbuilding industry must win over you!

"Yes, yes, yes!" they shouted in unison.

Alaya lowered his hands to his sides and thought: "Let's do this. I will hold a banquet on the island tomorrow. If you are interested, please notify your boss to attend. It will be my investment banquet. How about it? Please, everyone. Reward your face."