Fairy’s Box

"Guhahaha! That's what happened."

Whitebeard couldn't help laughing, grinned for a while, and didn't seem suspicious.

In fact, his impression of Edward was limited to black curly hair. After all, black hair is a relatively rare thing. As for appearance and breath, even if he remembered it, he would have forgotten it.

Moreover, people who can withstand the power of darkness themselves are rare in a century. There are two in the same era, and one of them has replaced the other. Even in their eyes, this kind of thing is too mysterious.

"It is said that eating boiled kelp can cure baldness, hahaha."

"Even if you're bald, there's no need to plant yourself with short black hair. You're a pirate. Will pretending to be aristocratic blood make your robbery easier?"

"I don't think he's bald, he just happens to be taller than his hair! Pfft hahaha!"

Hearing that his subordinates were still laughing and giggling, and saying some bastards, Whitebeard quickly tightened his brows, feeling a little unable to hang his face, and immediately stretched his face and scolded:

"Enough! How long are you going to laugh?"

"..." The pirates were suddenly silent.

When the atmosphere on the deck returned to quiet and solemnity, the corners of Whitebeard's mouth grinned slightly, revealing a row of healthy and complete white teeth, and staring at the black-haired knight, he suddenly asked:

"After you replaced Charlotte, how are you going to manage her territory?"

"manage?"

Yale showed a thoughtful expression, and his heart was vigilant for a while. The other party's words were almost directly asking him about his ruling philosophy. He just took this opportunity to give these pirates a thought guide.

"Charlotte Lingling's rule in the Candy Sea is terrible! For her own selfish desires, she frantically squeezes the island countries under her jurisdiction, tossing them to the point of exhausting the people, which is really not desirable."

The thoughts of the black-haired knight turned sharply in his mind. First, he told a big truth that everyone recognized, and then began to premeditately sell private goods:

"The Uncharted Sea is the home of all pirates. We rely on natural danger and self-struggle to obtain our own paradise. But don't you think there is a fatal flaw here?"

"Defects?" Whitebeard and the pirate leaders looked thoughtful.

"The price! The price is outrageous!"

Yale clenched his right fist tightly, raised it to his chest, and roared with righteous indignation:

"What's the reason for the ridiculously high prices? It boils down to the fact that we lack commodities, and we have to buy most of our supplies from outside, fattening up a bunch of nasty middlemen. We could have enjoyed more material, but now we are being divided by profiteers. Big head, we lost to death!"

"That's right! I've seen those middlemen unhappy for a long time."

"That's right, why do we have to endure prices a hundred times higher than the outside world, do we owe them!?"

"Kill those profiteers! Kill them!"

The words of the black-haired knight really hit the sore spot of the pirate leaders, instantly igniting their resonance. After all, it is not easy to **** some wealth from a group of islanders, and it is really embarrassing to be taken advantage of by a group of profiteers.

"..."

Whitebeard narrowed his eyes and looked at him, neither agreeing nor disapproving, with a look of listening intently.

"Everyone! Everyone, please be quiet!"

Yale roared loudly, suppressing the voices of everyone, and continued to sell the long-planned private goods:

"Killing profiteers is not the solution to the problem. What we really need to do is to solve the problem of our commodity supply. To solve the commodity supply problem, we need to solve the problem of the market and the supply of raw materials. In the Uncharted Sea, we have 100 There are four island countries and they are adjacent to each other by sea. Logically speaking, raw materials and transportation are not a problem. But why, we still lack commodities, have you considered this problem?"

"..."

All the pirates shook their heads in unison. It was easy for them to kill people, but it was really hard for them to understand economics.

"The market!"

The black-haired knight remained calm and explained loudly with his expression unchanged:

"We lack a vibrant business and businessmen who maintain business operations, and in the final analysis, there is no unified big market! Think about it carefully, the biggest difference between local businessmen and foreign businessmen is not that foreign profiteers face all of us. Pirates, and local merchants are only satisfied with their own small economic circles? You say, what good things can be produced in those broken small economic circles!?"

"..."

The mysterious silence on the deck, the deafening voice of Blackbeard, echoed over and over again in the ears of the pirates. The truth has been explained so clearly. After these idiots figured out the key, they came to their senses one by one:

"Okay, it makes sense!"

"Think about it, isn't it that simple!"

"It turns out that the key problem of our poverty is the fragmentation of the market, I feel really right."

The pirates showed their expressions of approval one after another, and then there was a whisper of whispers, and the deck suddenly sounded like tens of thousands of flies, "buzzing" non-stop.

"Everyone! Everyone!"

After the black-haired knight shouted, saying that he had something to say, the pirate leaders quickly calmed down for face.

It seems that the private goods I peddled have worked!

He was secretly delighted for a while, his face was still full of enthusiasm, and he continued to add loudly:

"So, I plan to integrate with the sphere of influence of the Whitebeard Pirates in the market. I own twenty island countries, while Whitebeard owns thirty-two island countries, adding up to fifty-two island countries! Once this market has Combined, we will be able to create our own high-quality products, and no longer need to endure the exploitation of those profiteers!"

"..."

All the pirate leaders showed a moving look, but the father didn't speak, and they were not good at expressing their position. They could only look at Whitebeard, expecting his reaction.

"Good idea."

Whitebeard didn't directly agree, but he didn't mean to contradict - because what the other party said was indeed reasonable, benefiting others and selfishness, and his position was all on the side of the pirates, and the right **** couldn't be more right. If you fail, you will be rich. If you succeed, you will be rich. There is no reason to refuse.

"I sincerely hope you will agree."

Yalei's face was full of sincerity, and he took the pirate leader's eager expression into his eyes, and he immediately had a seven-point confidence in his heart.

The bigger the market, the more money, the more money, the more ships and guns. If there are more ships and guns, the Blackbeard and Whitebeard Pirates will grow further.

Then, the pirate leader who has tasted the sweetness will definitely devote himself to expanding the market, whether it is integration or military conquest, and finally will tend to a unified large market.

At this time, it is very necessary for a political entity to control this market. In this big environment, the birth of One Piece is a matter of conforming to the times and the people's hearts - this is legitimacy.