Glory of the Murloc of the Pirate

Not far from Fish-Man Island is the Marine Headquarters, Marineland.

"Didn't that guy Jinbe do a good job?"

Navy Marshal Cyborg Kong laughed loudly, "The Fish-Man Island should have been tougher a long time ago. In this way, the pressure in the new world can be alleviated."

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

At this time, the only general of the Navy, Sengoku, said casually, "There is no route connecting Fishman Island to the Paradise and the New World. At most, it can help us clear out some pirates."

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

Whitebeard, Hundred Beasts, and Big Mom, these three pirate groups and their masters are the real opponents of the navy.

Even now there is a redhead. Although that guy came back from the East China Sea with a broken hand, the power in his hand is improving by leaps and bounds. I am afraid that it won't be long before he can be on par with those three monsters.

Sora rolled his eyes, "It's really disappointing, you Sengoku guy. No wonder you can't find a wife."

"I'm just reminding you, and-"

A vein twitched on Zhan Guo's forehead, "Who do you think caused it? It's because of your slackness as a bastard, you always keep me busy with endless work..."

As if some strange switch had been touched, the Marine Headquarters general's mouth turned into a machine gun, "And so does that old bastard Garp. He says he won't be promoted for the sake of freedom! He goes on all day long.

Run outside!"

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

"Leave me alone to do the work of the three generals! My hair has already turned white!!"

Sora coughed. Although the backbone of this generation's navy is still three people, there is indeed only one general in Sengoku.

"Anyway, we are almost at the end. My application has been approved by the superiors. Next, the Navy will be under your control in the Warring States period. When the time comes, just leave the work to Sakaski and the others."

"Do you think I am you?"

Looking at his big brother with disdain, Warring States snorted.

"Anyway, let's send a letter to commend Jinbe first. After all, he has fulfilled his obligations to the Shichibukai."

Sora changed the subject, "Also, have someone go to Fish-Man Island to check."

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

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

The angry Zeng Guo was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I understand."

Fishman Island, Fishman Street.

On this day, Mark got up very early, grabbed something to eat, then packed up the garbage left last night, and staggered out of the door.

Many fishmen greeted him on the road.

Mark responded with a smile.

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

However, although he is Brett's friend, Mark's life has not changed significantly.

He did try to join the army selection process of the Immigration and Entry Administration, but unfortunately he was eliminated.

Brett's request was for a strong guy.

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

But it doesn't matter, it feels good to be respected like this.

Mark's daily life is to hang out in Fishman Street with a few friends. If he is short of money, he will find ways to go fishing to get some money. Sneaking and abduction is not very feasible in Fishman Street. Everyone is equally poor.

But today, something special happened in Fishman Street.

"Brother Brett wants to speak!!"

There are people running around walking the news.

Mark followed.

In a square on Fishman Street, a dark crowd of fishmen crowded the place and nearby streets.

Mark tried his best to squeeze forward, and the fish people were willing to give him face and took the initiative to get out of the way and let him move forward.

In the center of the square, above the head of a sea monster floating in the sky with a bubble swimming ring, Bright had already begun to speak.

"The Fishman Island Mining Company will officially start operations from today. As I said before, Neptune and I have an agreement that the company will give priority to the residents of Fishman Street as workers."

Mark looked up at Brett, who was attracting all the attention. He really didn't expect that the gangster who grew up with him and was one year younger than him would now be such a great person.

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

Mark heard a fishman ask angrily, and he knew that the residents of Fishman Street were generally very dissatisfied with Neptune.

It is because of Ryugu Castle's inaction that Fishman Street, which was once an orphanage, finally became what it is.

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

"All income from the Fish-Man Island Mining Company, except for the miners' wages and development needs, will be invested in the construction of Fish-Man Island."

"We need to build our own industry, produce our own goods, and get rid of our dependence on humans."

"Like the Immigration and Entry Administration, this is the beginning of change!"

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

They have already started talking about it.

Mark coughed softly, then raised his head and said loudly, "Brother Bright, we all believe you. You established the Entry-Exit Administration Bureau when you said you wanted to protect Fish-Man Island. In the past few days, we have solved many human beings who wanted to cause trouble.

!If you say it is, 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 blinked at him.

Mark smiled back.

He couldn't help but think of last night, when the guy came to his door with drinks and food to ask for help.

Finally, I fulfilled my promise to treat you to dinner.

"of course!"

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

"

"As a member of this community, of course I want to make everyone rich."

it's time.

Mark clenched his right fist, and then waved hard, "That's no problem! Count me in!! Boss Brett!!"

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

"Count me in too! Boss Bright!"

"And me and me!"

Mark was stunned for a moment.

Then he couldn't help laughing.

How many people have you prepared, Brett?

At first it was just a shout from a few people, but then it gradually turned into cheers from everyone.

Bright nodded, very good, people's support can be used.

"But first let's make it clear that the chosen one will go out to represent Fishman Street. If you dare to mess up and embarrass Fishman Street and embarrass me, then don't blame me for being rude!"

After the final harsh words, the civil servants from the Exit and Entry Administration came over and selected the first batch of more than 2,000 miners. Mark was of course one of them. He was also selected as one of the miners' little leaders, responsible for

Organize and manage workers.

This quantity will be known once Mark is made, and Bright says it is more than enough.

After all, there are no shipping channels now. There are too many people and too much ore is being mined and it cannot be sold at all.

It will only add to the financial burden of Dragon Palace City in vain.

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

The tools are naturally a mining pick and a backpack.

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

The civil servants conducted a day's training for the workers on how to identify ore and how to mine. Of course, this was only based on the script. No one on Fishman Island had this kind of experience.

After that, Bright led the miners out of Fishman Street and headed east through the bubble.

Soon he led everyone to a large rift valley on the seabed. The exploration results showed that there was a huge iron ore here.

Then it's time to start working.

Down the huge rift valley, on top of the steep mountain wall, murlocs floated here, waving their mining picks and constantly tapping on the mountain wall.

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

Mark said while waving the mining pick in his hand.

"indeed."

Next to him, Bright, the leader of Fishman Street and the director of the Immigration Bureau, also waved his mining pick and nodded in deep understanding.

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

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

If you control the power a little, the mineral deposits should not be damaged.

Find a few more sea beasts to serve as laborers, otherwise the excavated stones will be difficult to transport.

"Hey! Brett! Look!"

While he was thinking about it, Mark next to him exclaimed, "Is this 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 in just a few picks.

Brett smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mark, for digging out the first piece of ore."

This is the first cornerstone for development.