The Glory of the Pirates

Chapter 52 Mark, 18, is a Miner

Not too far from Murloc Island, there is the headquarters of the Navy, Marin Fand.

"Isn't that Jinbei guy doing a good job?"

Admiral of the Navy, Steel Bones Kong laughed, "The Fishman Island should have been tougher a long time ago, so that the pressure on the New World can be relieved."

"Don't be so optimistic, Brother Sora,"

At this moment, Sengoku, the only general in the navy, said casually, "The Fishman Island doesn't have a connecting route between Paradise and the New World. At most, it can help us clean up some pirates."

"Our real enemies are still the monsters entrenched in the new world."

Whitebeard, Beast, BIG MOM, these three pirate groups and their masters are the real opponents of the navy.

There is even a redhead now. Although that guy has broken a hand after returning from the East China Sea, the strength in his hand is improving by leaps and bounds. I am afraid that he will be able to be compared with those three monsters in a short time.

Kong rolled his eyes, "What a disappointment, Zhan Guo, you guy, no wonder you haven't been able to find a wife."

"I was just reminding you, and—"

Veins twitched on Zhan Guo's forehead, "Who do you think caused it? It's because of your slackness, bastard, that I always have endless work..."

As if some strange switch had been touched, the admiral of the Navy Headquarters turned his mouth into a machine gun, "And that old bastard Garp, too, for the sake of freedom, he will never get promoted! Run outside!"

"That idiot Zefa also chose to escape later. He only cared about teaching students for so many years! He didn't care about anything else! I'm the only general, bastard! Do you know what this means?"

"Let me do the things compiled by the three generals alone! My hair is already gray!!"

So Kong coughed. Although the pillars of this generation of navy are still three people, there is indeed only one general in the Warring States Period.

"In short, it's almost the end of the day. My application has been approved by the higher authorities. Then the Navy will be under your control of the Warring States Period. Just leave the job to Sakasky and the others."

"Do you think I am you?"

Looking at his big brother contemptuously, Zhan Guo snorted.

"Anyway, let's publish an article to commend Jinpei first, and no matter how you say it, I have fulfilled Qiwuhai's obligation."

Changing the topic in vain, "Also, let someone go to Fishman Island to check."

"That fellow Jinbe's reaction is a bit wrong. Wasn't his attitude very tough before?"

The navy is forced to find out the whereabouts of the murloc who disappeared with the warship, but it has become quiet recently.

The angry Zhan Guo was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Understood."

Murloc Island, Murloc Street.

On this day, Mark got up very early, made something to eat by himself, then cleaned up the garbage left last night, and staggered out the door.

Many murlocs greeted him on the road.

Mark responded with a grin.

Now everyone knows that Uncle Mark is the new boss of Murloc Street and a good friend of Brother Bright, and everyone is willing to give him a little face.

However, although he is Bright's friend, Mark's life has not changed greatly.

He did try to join the army screening of the Exit-Entry Administration, but unfortunately he was eliminated.

Bright's request is to be a strong guy.

Although Mark is also a little gangster, he is really not very good at fighting.

But it's okay, it's nice to be respected like this.

Mark's daily life is to hang out in Murloc Street with a few cronies. Those who are short of money will find ways to go fishing to exchange some money. Sneaking and abduction is not very feasible in Murloc Street. Everyone is equally poor.

But today, something special happened in Murloc Street.

"Brother Brett wants to speak!!"

There were people running around walking around for news.

Mark followed.

On a square in Murloc Street, the murlocs crowded here and the nearby streets to the brim.

Mark squeezed forward hard, and the murlocs were willing to show him face and let him move forward.

In the center of the square, a sea beast with a bubble bath ring floating on its head, Brett has already started talking,

"The Fishman Island Mining Company has been officially open since today. As I said before, I have an agreement with Neptune that the company will give priority to recruiting residents of Fishman Street as workers."

Mark looked up at the much-anticipated Brett. He really didn't expect that the bastard who grew up with him and was one year younger than himself was already such a remarkable person.

"So Brother Brett, do you want us to work for that guy Neptune?"

Mark heard a murloc question full of resentment, and he knew that the residents of Murloc Street were generally very dissatisfied with Neptune.

It was because of Dragon Palace City's inaction that Murloc Street, which used to be an orphanage, finally became like this.

Bright said, "Not for Neptune, not for Dragon Palace, but for this island, for yourselves."

"All income from the Fishman Island Mining Company will be invested in the construction of Fishman Island, in addition to the miners' salaries and development needs."

"We want to build our own industries, produce our own goods, and get rid of our dependence on human beings."

"Like the Immigration Bureau, this is the beginning of change!"

Fishman Island didn't understand it very well, but they understood one thing. Their work seemed to be of great significance.

They have already started talking.

Mark coughed softly, then he raised his head and said loudly, "Brother Brett, we all believe in you. You set up an immigration bureau when you said you wanted to protect the Murloc Island. These days, many humans who wanted to make trouble have been solved. ! If you say yes, then it must be!"

"There is only one thing we care about! That is, can we really make money?"

Before he finished speaking, Mark looked at Brett and winked at him.

Mark smiled back.

He couldn't help but think of the way that guy came to him for help last night with drinks and food.

Finally fulfilled the promise to invite dinner.

"of course!"

Bright's voice spread mightily in Murloc Street, "The reason why I give priority to selecting employees from Murloc Street is because I know that Murloc Street is the poorest place in Murloc Island, and everyone is worried about money. "

"As a part of this place, of course I want to make everyone rich."

it's time.

Mark clenched his right fist, and then swung forcefully, "That's no problem! Count me in as one!! Boss Brett!!"

Then he heard voices coming from all corners of the crowd.

"Count me in too! Boss Brett!"

"And me and me!"

Mark froze for a moment.

Then he couldn't help laughing.

How many people have you prepared, Brett!
At first, it was only the shouts of a few people, and then gradually turned into cheers for everyone.

Bright nodded, very good, popular support is available.

"But let's say it first, the selected person goes out to represent Murloc Street, if you dare to mess around to embarrass Murloc Street and me, then don't blame me for being rude!"

After the final words, the civil servants of the Exit-Entry Administration came over and selected more than 2000 first batch of miners. Of course, Mark was one of them. Manage workers.

Mark will know this amount after finishing, and Brett said that it is more than enough.

After all, there is not even a shipping channel now, there are too many people, and there are too many ores dug to be sold at all.

It will only increase the burden on Dragon Palace City's finances in vain.

After all the miners had assembled, the civil servants came to distribute documents and tools.

The tools are naturally picks and baskets.

The documents said to be documents are actually just a few sheets of paper, which describe how to distinguish some common ores.

The civil servants conducted a one-day training for the workers on how to identify ore and how to mine. Of course, it was just according to the scriptures, and no one in Fishman Island had such experience.

Afterwards, Brett led the miners away from Murloc Street, and headed east through the bubble.

Soon they brought everyone to a large rift valley on the seabed. The results of the exploration showed that there was a huge iron ore deposit here.

Then it's time to get to work.

The huge rift descended, and above the steep mountain wall, the murlocs were floating here, waving their mining picks and knocking on the mountain wall continuously.

"Isn't this a good place to work?"

Mark said while waving the mining pick in his hand.

"indeed."

Beside him, the leader of Murloc Street and the director of the Immigration Bureau, Brett also waved the pickaxe and nodded approvingly.

It may be okay at the beginning, but if the mine is dug deeper and deeper, there is a high chance of the mountain wall collapsing.

Otherwise, bring Alexander over one day and smash the upper part of the mountain wall.

A little control of the power should not damage the mine.

Find a few sea beasts to come over to act as labor, otherwise the excavated stones will not be easy to carry.

"Hey! Brett! Look!"

While thinking, Mark next to him exclaimed in surprise, "Is this just iron ore?"

Brett turned his head and saw a reddish stone in Mark's hand.

The iron ore reserves here are really amazing, and they were dug out with just a few picks.

Bright smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mark, you have dug out the first ore."

This is the first cornerstone on which development begins.

(End of this chapter)