The Great Writer of One Piece

For the navy, 10 billion is not too much, and it is not too little. At least the number consumed in Vegapunk far exceeds this 10 billion. However, Sengoku still wants to think about it in the end.

Maybe it can make Luo Hong vomit blood too? Didn't he want to learn the six styles of the navy? It is also a good choice to give him an honorary rank and let him build his own warship later. At that time, you can sell him this battleship worth 2 billion. It would be nice to get a test ship while everyone contributes some money.

Luo Hong, who was in Chambord, didn't know that because of one of his navy conscription seals, the Warring States of the navy headquarters would be missed.

At this time, he is decorating his own room, ahem, that is, plating a layer of gold

Being idle, he plated a layer of gold on the floor, walls and ceiling of his room. Originally, he could have made it all gold, but it seemed a bit too ostentatious. So, in the end, he decided to settle for the next best thing, and just coated it with a layer. Even if it was just like this, the whole room was like his hands, and he could feel all the movements in the room.

This is still a good ability. The most important thing is that, as an out-and-out Chinese person, he has a different kind of complex for local tyrant gold, which makes him feel comfortable.

Because he is so fond of gold, he looks forward to Shandora's gold even more, which is a powerful guarantee. Real gold is completely fine when it encounters water, unlike the things in the room, which are directly over when they encounter water.

However, Shandora's gold came second, and now he has something more important to do.

The former boss of Chambord Weekly, and his father in name, Romon had someone bring news back.

In the hall, Xinxiang and Fujian are entertaining this tall guy. This guy is not easy to serve at first sight.

Under the entanglement, Xinxiang's brain flicked, this problem should be thrown to the boss directly.

So, he brought Yibuki and directly brought this friend of Luo Meng to Luo Hong's office.

"Are you sure this is my father's friend who fled with the money?" Luo Hong said to Xinxiang. Could my father's friend be Qi Wuhai?

That's right, standing by the window is Bartholomew Kuma, the current tyrant of one of the Shichibukai.

Xinxiang looked at Bartholomew Xiong standing by the window, and replied in a low voice; "Boss, indeed, I will not admit this wrong. The photo and letter in this guy's hand are indeed from the big boss."

"Okay, then I'll talk to him myself." Luo Hong nodded, since he was sure, it was fine. A dignified Shichibukai will not lie to himself. It is possible to switch to Moria or Doflamingo, but if it is a bear, there is basically no conspiracy or tricks.

"Here, cough cough." Once Xinxiang left, the scene became even more embarrassing. Luo Hong didn't even know what to call Qiwuhai who appeared suddenly.

"Your father said you did a good job. He didn't expect that after he left, you could continue to run the newspaper." Xiong, who was looking at the scenery outside the window, turned around and looked over.

"This, luck, luck." Luo Hong waved at Bartholomew Xiong and said.

"I don't think it's luck. Your writing about the Age of Discovery is really good. But you didn't have this talent before. I didn't expect you to be able to write after he left." Bartholomew Xiong rarely smiled. said. Listening to this tone, this bear also knew himself before?

When Xiong said that, Luo Hong still couldn't guess why this guy came back for a while.

"Uh, Mr. Xiong, Mr. Bartholomew, who are you here this time?" Since he couldn't guess, Luo Hong asked directly to Bartholomew.

Xiong smiled and replied: "I'm not here to ask you for money, don't worry." Then, he looked at the gleaming roof of the room, "Although you have a lot of money now, you should save it. The flowers are beautiful."

"Actually, your father planned to send you money every month after he went there, but he didn't expect you to start running the newspaper in a short period of time. Therefore, he didn't send any money back. "

Luo Hong didn't dare to believe Xiong's words. That guy Luo Meng sold all the newspaper offices he had left. Send money? You can pull it down.

Looking at Luo Hong's vigilant eyes, Xiong said helplessly: "I also know you won't believe it. This time I came to you mainly for another matter. He will tell you about Luo Meng himself in the future. "

Luo Hongdao: "What is it? If it can be done, I will do it."

After hearing Luo Hong's words, Xiong looked at the room, turned around and pulled down the curtains, and said, "You are his son, so I won't hide it from you. I am working for the Revolutionary Army now."

Um? After hearing this, Luo Hong was not surprised at all. Who doesn't know that you are a revolutionary army?

"Don't be afraid, I won't stay in Chambord for too long, the navy and the world government won't be able to find you." Xiong continued, as if seeing the worry in Luo Hong's heart.

I'm not afraid? Luo Hong is speechless, when did I get scared

In Xiong Xianglai, with Luo Hong's current strength and influence, after Luo Menglu, it is completely impossible to confront the world government. Most importantly, all of Luo Hong's family property is real estate, and it is very difficult to move it.

However, he was completely overthinking, Luo Hong never expected to go so far away.

"Why does the revolutionary army ask me for help? There is no kingdom in Chambord for me to overthrow?" Luo Hong asked suspiciously. It seems that the tyrant Xiong came here to add to the chaos. You said that you, a good Qi Wuhai, are not suitable, why should you go to participate? revolutionary army. The same goes for my cheap father, the newspaper office is gone, and I will take the money to help Dorag, no matter what you do, you have to leave some for me!

"I didn't ask you to do this. I came mainly to let you publish a news. You also know that the current Chambord Weekly is sold all over the world. That's why we approached you." Xiong continued.

Is this business?

Luo Hong was already very interested in this, and when it came to business, he had to follow the business. "What news? No risk, right? How much is Dorag going to give me?"

"Fifty million Baileys." Bartholomew Xiong stretched out five fingers and said to Luo Hong.

Fifty million Baileys? Just a message? This business is done! Isn't this just a small advertisement, what's the trouble?

How could Luo Hong, who was short of money, feel bad about money? This door-to-door delivery business is not for nothing.

"Okay, let's talk about what to publish." Fifty million is indeed important, but the content of this news is even more important. If Drago let himself directly publish the anti-navy and anti-Dragon people's remarks, then he would have to avoid talking about it.

"The year is Jiazi, and the world will be prosperous. The sky is dead, and the yellow sky will stand."

"Pfft." If there was water in Luo Hong's mouth, it would have sprayed the bear all over. "Isn't this the line of the Yellow Turban Pirates in My Age of Discovery?"