Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

"I... just had a little weakness in my legs."

Drager hesitated.

Darren smiled and ignored this guy who wanted to save face.

"So what do you need me to do for you?"

Darren said enthusiastically.

Darren's eyes flickered, as if he was brewing some plan, and the dim light in his eyes quickly subsided, and he smiled:

"Don't worry about this for now, I just need to make sure you can do it."

He glanced at the honest bear next to him.

"At first I thought you might not be able to catch up, but now it seems that the problem should not be big."

Darren was a little confused, but he had already given it his all. As long as he could get enough financial assistance from Darren, he would do anything.

"So...how much financial assistance will you give me?"

He looked eager, rubbed his hands together, and looked at Darren with a burning gaze.

"No, it should be how much you need."

Darren took a puff of his cigar slowly, crossed his legs and smiled, his expression calm.

How much do I need?

Drager was confused for a moment.

He didn't have a clear answer to this question for the time being.

Although he was born in the navy and had a good family background, he actually didn't know much about the management of internal military affairs.

The navy's management system is very mature. In addition to the frontal combat department, it is also equipped with a large number of civilian personnel such as staff officers and political officers to help the military to upload and issue orders, dispatch military expenses and operate normally.

Because he inherited part of Garp's carefree personality, Drrager was not interested in such tedious things in the military in the past.

But now everything has to start from scratch, and he was completely in the dark for a while.

Rescue the people, purchase arms, recruit people... Drrager counted on his fingers, his expression was extremely tangled.

Darren was not in a hurry and let this guy count there.

To be honest, he was not too surprised by Drrager's request.

It is not so easy to create an army from scratch.

The reason why he was able to pull up the North Sea Fleet was largely because there was already a navy in the North Sea.

—— He just "dug" this army from the navy.

Of course, after all these years of Darren's own management, consolidation and development in the North Sea, the current North Sea Fleet has completely broken away from the control of the Navy Headquarters. It can be said that it has nothing to do with the original weak North Sea Navy.

This also indirectly illustrates the difficulty of forming an army.

Only by emptying the entire North Sea and making money crazily in that sea area can Darren maintain the current consumption of the North Sea Fleet.

If it weren't for the emptying of the gold reserves of Huang Jinxiang on the Sky Island, it is estimated that he would also be overwhelmed by the further development and expansion of the North Sea Fleet.

As for Dorag's request, forget about borrowing money.

Although Darren is no longer short of money with the gold reserves of Sky Island, borrowing money is always a bad thing.

Especially for a displaced guy like Dorag, there is a high probability that he can't pay it back.

If he can't pay it back, it'll be fine. In the end, he'll still be angry and affect the relationship between the two.

In that case, it's better to just give it directly.

At least it can be exchanged for a promise from Dorag.

A promise of a general-level or even future legendary combat power that can be used by you, Darren thinks it's a good deal no matter how he thinks about it.

Of course, the most important point is that Darren really has too much money to spend now.

The gold reserves of Sky Island are really rich.

It piles up there day by day, and he worries about how to spend it.

When the money reaches a certain level, it's just a number.

If you can't spend it, it's actually meaningless.

It's better to buy a favor from Dorag.

"I've figured it out!"

At this time, Dorag suddenly raised his head and clenched his fists.

Darren smiled and said, "Then, how much do you want?"

Dorrag carefully observed Darren's face and tentatively said:

"One billion Baileys?"

His tone was a little uncertain.

After all, one billion Baileys is a huge number no matter where it is placed.

One billion Baileys in the hands of the navy can build 15 conventional warships, or 5 huge warships of the Demon Slayer Order level, or it can be used as a year's military expenditure for an elite force of 2,000 people.

One billion Baileys is already an astronomical figure for Dorag, who now has only two bachelor commanders.

This can at least solve all funding problems in the next year and help him pull up a small army of a certain size.

Dorag knows that Darren is rich, but he doesn't know how rich he is... and considering his face, he was embarrassed to ask for too much.

"That Darren... If you think 1 billion Baileys is too much..."

"No problem."

Darren waved his hand lightly, interrupting Dorag directly, straightforwardly.

Dorag was stunned.

This was too straightforward.

He immediately felt regretful, did he ask for less?

The bear next to him was also stunned for a moment, he had never seen such a domineering person, and felt that the figure of the vice admiral in front of him became taller.

"No, I was wrong just now, I want 1.5 billion Baileys!" Dorag gritted his teeth and said with a red face.

"Okay."

Dorag: ? ? ?

"No, I was wrong again, I want 2 billion Baileys!"

"Deal."

Dorag: ? ? ?

He looked at Darren, who was smoking leisurely in front of him, with an incredible look on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

"How rich are you?"

Dragon's voice began to tremble.

Darren shrugged and said:

"I don't know either."

Damn it!!

"Then I want 2.5 billion!!"

Dragon's eyes were red as if he had bet everything.

Darren glanced at him.

"Okay."

Dragon:...

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

He turned his head with a frantic look on his face and asked the big bear who had already been dumbfounded:

"So how much should I want!?"

The big bear shook his head honestly and swallowed his saliva.

Dragon looked at Darren who took out 2.5 billion Baileys but smoked lightly without blinking, and he was extremely angry.

How can you repair it!!

The faces of you rich people are really hateful!!

I, Monkey D. Dragon, swear to overthrow the World Government... and kill all of you rich people!!

I want to create a better world!

"Forget it, I'll just give you 3 billion Baileys."

At this time, Darren, who was a little impatient, made the decision directly.

Three, three billion...

Dragon was numb all over, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

After a second of stunned, he finally reacted.

Pressed the big bear's head again, and bowed together.

"Thank you!"

Dragon looked very excited, and vowed:

"Darren, you are worthy of being my best friend of Dragon!!"

He turned around, stretched out his hand to the big bear, and laughed:

"Mr. Bear! This day will be the day of our official voyage!"

The bear smiled and nodded, and just as he was about to stretch out his hand, he paused.

He looked around, took out a pair of black gloves from the clothes rack next to him and put them on, then walked over again and shook Dorag's hand.

Dorag: ...

Then, Darren told Dorag to go back to the North Sea to get the money, and then sent him away:

"Let's talk about this, Dorag."

"I have to go back to the headquarters."

Dorag nodded, and suddenly remembered something, stepped forward and lowered his voice:

"Darren, those pirates who were carried out just now...would you like to give them to me?"

Darren looked at him suspiciously.

Dorag laughed:

"Although most of them are small minions, they can get a reward of 200 million or 300 million Baileys."

Darren: ...

"Okay, okay, whatever you want."

He said unhappily, waving his hands like a fly.

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