Black Sail

September 18th.

Wind Anchor.

Duval was thoroughly shaken last night, and the whole venue freely celebrated by showing off, while Old Man was still held in the station, but no one cared.

As information becomes increasingly advanced, global news can quickly spread across the continent, and a major event in a city can also make headlines.

Celeste is making a move.

To some extent, it's the bureaucrats in Lostra counterattacking to take down Whitman, and the mouthpieces of Celeste's faction are also exerting efforts.

[The safety consultant director of Whitman's company, known as Yajian Qie the One Slash Immortal, was severely injured in an illegal duel with another at the Magic Banquet Bar.

To rectify the atmosphere of such venues and prevent similar incidents, coupled with fire safety hazards at the Magic Banquet, the government has ordered a one-month suspension for rectification.]

A photo of the main responsible person, Duval, looking as mournful as Sima's face, was included.

It looks full of official tone and righteous indignation, but in reality, it's mostly about warning all the business owners in the city that choosing the wrong side can be very troublesome.

Since the constitutional amendment in Lostra, the government has been all about encouraging investment, allowing companies to keep most of the money they earn, reducing corporate costs so businesses can continue growing.

Initially, this was very effective, indeed causing Lostra's economy to leap forward.

But over time, it reached a bottleneck; the economic environment arrived at what's called the Lewis Turning Point, with productivity not matching production relations, and assets highly concentrated.

This matter can actually be adjusted, by increasing corporate taxes to support social welfare, thus achieving absolute control.

Unfortunately, this can't be mentioned; a new form of lordship emerged without land, not a lord, yet like a lord.

In Lostra's public relations war abroad, terms like warlords and financial tycoons are always emphasized to combat Aran and the Lower Three Constant Brothers knowing Pedan, yet the concept of Gate Valve is deliberately diluted.

Because of this economic model, with assets highly concentrated, many young people in Lostra are falling into despair.

Western Continent has its own Lu Mingfei, a turtle-headed Harry Potter; many young people fancy themselves as dragons and phoenixes, full of credentials, wandering the world, crushing Voldemort, but in the end, they're no better off than their less intelligent classmates in the county, coming from local backgrounds with mixed success. Nuo Nuo was harshly filled with cream puffs by Caesar.

During the government's comprehensive crackdown on organized crime, the black market was initially the end product of the Upper Three Flags being suppressed and blackened, the Gate Valves themselves, or those serving Gate Valves, merely transforming industries. Not many were truly executed.

No adjustment can really be made, so the only option is to keep mixing in more water when there's too much flour, keep introducing new concepts, continue generating interpretive power, continue stepping on the right foot with the left foot. Whether you believe it is one thing; if you don't, what can you do?

If you think the Wind Anchor business association consists of good people, you're sorely mistaken. Along Heroic Avenue, ask around who's the real master.

Lostra is but a cloud; ruthless rogues fall among malicious bullies. The streets are filled with murderers, who are born who is silver.

Hence the hidden message in this newspaper is to warn those closely tied to Whitman to retract; it's like insider trading in the stock market, spectators see the drama, insiders see the way.

Inside Phantom Sea One.

Under the giant aquarium.

The gold-rimmed glasses lawyer arranged by Celeste glanced at the newspaper and nodded, thinking Celeste gave him a tough job of defending gangsters in court, but with the faction's manipulation, progress is smooth, a chance to polish his resume for becoming a prosecutor in the future.

Then Rein and his team were obviously outsiders, not understanding Wind Anchor's deep tricks; they partied all night almost wrecking their kidneys, woke up this morning reading the newspaper, seeing Duval looking foolishly about and just laughed.

Aran produces Supermen.

Morison is the true Superman of Heaven Port, after partying all night, he was still exercising early in the morning, swimming in the pool.

"Why isn't there any news about us?"

Yoshikawa Chiyoko was a bit puzzled.

"We won; this is a negative report, so naturally it won't be mentioned. Those who understand will understand."

Rein turned into the man who knows, Ox really chose a good place; the aquarium hotel with daily shimmering waves really sets the tone.

"Someone's visiting, says he wants to see Brother Ox to discuss big matters!"

Ang Shan came in with the message.

"Who?"

Ox was extremely cautious; upon arriving here, he only contacted people from Celeste's faction, understanding the truth that a strong dragon does not suppress a local snake, minimizing interactions with locals.

"Don't know… but claims to be Wind Anchor's top business consultant."

Ang didn't understand consultants, nor business.

"Is this… an attempt from a crouching dragon and phoenix chick to accomplish something big?"

Shadi intuitively felt it was unreliable, those who boast themselves as clever usually end up like Tang Family.

"Quick, invite him in! Starting today, I'll become the tomato tycoon!"

Rein was full of heroic spirit.

Shadi couldn't say much; on SS Fuma Keqing Revenge before, there were only three in charge: with Fen focusing on management, Ox focusing on fighting, and Liszt focusing on risk avoidance, sacrificing himself legally, everyone else was on the same level.

Very soon, this business consultant was invited inside.

Dressed meticulously, with a striped suit, a small hat, and shiny leather shoes; fortunately, his eyes weren't crossed or asymmetrical, he seemed normal.

"It's actually you! Wind Anchor's green-capped king!"

A Western-pirate from Lostra recognized him, originally from Wind Anchor.

"Green-capped king!?"

Rein was amazed beyond words.

The others all slapped their foreheads with a loud smack, he really is a crouching dragon and phoenix chick.

The pirate took a deep breath, adding: "Chandler? He used to be the top pimp at Wind Anchor, dominating the entire port city. He provided one-on-one customized services, but had countless girls working for him. He publicly claimed these girls were his wives. Clients liking bull-headed men would pay several times, even ten times the market price to enjoy services under strict confidentiality. Business grew big, and by Holy Spirit Calendar year 2686, he claimed all top girls at Wind Anchor were his wives, later even buying a manor, offering custom bull-headed services to VIP clients, while clients had no idea his wives were actually girls, paying high prices, with him watching and performing his ineptitude nearby. Then came Whitman wanting to do his own erotic business, setting him up and ruining his business. Secrets leaked, resulting in newspaper stories, his prostitution and fraud charges were all confirmed, sentenced to the maximum ten-year imprisonment! Could he be out now?"

The pirate was greatly shocked.

Shadi was the one truly amazed, this pirate with no known name had far more dialogue than Brother Ox! "Why do you explain this so well?"

Chandler paused briefly, his eyes chillingly severe, making people feel as if thrown into an ice cave, truly a heroic stance, green-capped king, also a king's posture!

"Indeed, it was a ten-year imprisonment! But I performed excellently and was released early!

For years, I've been thinking of how to get revenge, assuming I'd never have this chance.

But I saw this morning's news.

I will burn away humiliation, retaliate with teeth and blood; justice will ultimately return in flames, and those debts and tramplings will end as kneeling pleas for mercy!"

Chandler took off his hat, releasing a terrifying sense of presence, genuinely coming to join Black Sail for the great venture.

"Goodness… powerless husband emperor!"

Shadi was dumbstruck, the one hopeful of surpassing the connected emperor has appeared!

Rein was directly knocked two meters away: "Drinks are poured for your celebration, don't get too full of yourself too soon! Narrow Sea has hip-hop, Chandler!"

"I've been out for two months now, although without capital, I've researched the current market at Wind Anchor thoroughly. Now the economy is declining, and lightweight services are popular. I also know you're without industries ashore, eager to take root locally; do you want in?"

Chandler asked.

Garscek was stunned; why… this bunch of lunatics always attracting all sorts of Divine!

"What do we do, Brother Ox?"

Rein desperately tried to resist, boss testing the bell is ultimate enjoyment, wow!