Businessmen are about integrity, and that is when the money is in place.

At the moment, not only is the final payment not in place, but also the psychological price is not reached, and the people of the Storm Tooth are naturally yang and yin.

It's not that Grace is stingy, it's that she knows how to deal with this group of people, and she is a step ahead and wins against each other. But who knew that the always honest Stormfang would be a scoundrel...... This was something Grace didn't expect at all, so she sent Mu Yan to lead the boat with confidence.

Although the Turing Chamber of Commerce has always followed the principle of the supremacy of impotence and honest trading, after all, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds, and it is inevitable that there will be one or two Andrew Jones, that is, people like the fat director. In addition, the Storm's Fang is a complex organization that entangles the Turing Firm, the military, and the small merchant trade union, and the forces of all parties are intertwined and under pressure, and the last survivor is a villain like Andrew.

Those who are too bright and upright are crushed by performance, aren't they?

What's more, Mu Yan also has a young and bullying face, and is naturally regarded as a soft persimmon.

For example, the recruitment of sailors.

The docks in Esola Harbor are much more lively than in "Dusk Era", after all, most of the places like the docks are NPCs except for the daily low-level players, and the era of the dead has not arrived in this timeline, and the people are still living and working in peace and contentment.

The recruiter of the eye of the storm was at Pier 4, with thin arms and legs, oily hair and powdery face, and was crossing Erlang's legs, ignoring the bronzed sailors in front of him, and frequently waving his hand and calling for the next one. Fresh coconut milk on the rocks is also on the table.

Although the sailors had many grievances, they did not dare to speak out due to the power of the Stormfang.

"This is the first time I've seen a man who drinks coconut milk juice instead of rum at the docks......"

As he spoke, he took out the coconut milk he bought, took a sip, shook his head and sighed, this person is really creamy.

But helplessly, that's where Andrew pointed him out.

This cream is recruiting sailors for him.

……

"Next."

Marin Jones waved his hand impatiently, took the coconut milk with ice and poured it down for most of it, and burped comfortably.

"Hiccup, son, next!" He continued to shout.

“…… Yes? A low, thin sailor hurriedly looked up: "I have arrived, sir." ”

"I said 'next', are you deaf?"

"But sir, I haven't said anything yet......

"I said, 'Down, one, one!' , are you deaf!? ”

A hint of cowardice flashed across the sailor's face, but he straightened his back.

"Sir! I, I've been standing in line for three hours, you can't let me go without saying a word, can you!? I've been a sailor for fifteen years, I'm familiar with all kinds of work on ships, and I've hacked three grayfin men to death with my own hands, so isn't there a job that suits me? ”

Marin didn't seem to listen at all, and rested his feet on the table, leaning comfortably.

"Finished?"

"This ......"

"When you're done, get out, no."

The sailor blushed, slapped the table angrily, and gritted his teeth

"Sarrua-Boncci, you-"

(Sarrua-Boncci, equal to 'I eat lemons', the first Naga phrase learned by Turing sailors during the battle with the low-level seafood men)

"Guards!"

Marin sat up straight suddenly, and the two spear-wielding guards in gray-blue naval uniforms behind him stepped forward, and the momentum of the short sailor was instantly blocked.

He was a little sluggish all of a sudden, this was the eye of the storm after all, and he couldn't afford to mess with it.

", you've been delaying too long." Ma Lin didn't look at it, lowered his head and rubbed his fingers, "If you don't have the ability, don't come to answer the call, the strength in your mouth is not small." ”

The sailor glared at him indignantly, and ten thousand expletives flashed through his heart, but in the end he could only turn around helplessly.

He had just taken half a step when he was suddenly stopped.

"Aye, dude, did you really hack the Greytip Fishman to death?"

(Aye, a Naga modal word, equal to 'I Ciao', has a variety of pronunciations and multiple moods, and is the second and last Naga phrase learned by Turing sailors)

The sailor looked back at Marlin and snorted.

"Of course!"

He ripped open his clothes, revealing a wound on his chest that had been cut from his left breast to his ribs.

"And three of them were killed in one go! The first guy was chopped in the head by me, the second was cut off at the waist, and the third jumped up and slashed on my stomach, and the intestines were almost flowing to the ground. ”

There was a burst of laughter around, but the eyes that looked at it were also filled with admiration.

Despite the presence of naval forces along the coast, many sailors' hometowns have been ravaged by the Sea Tribe, so it is natural to have a lot of respect for the sailors who once killed the fishmen.

Seeing the wound, Mu Yan immediately understood that the grayfin fish man was probably bragging about the other party...... The fish-man who can jump up and slash his stomach, and it is also a knife-making fishman, most of them are blue-gills fishmen, this kind of creature that is no more than a meter tall and can't reach the toes is about 8-10 levels, and its strength and physique are far below 5, but its agility has 8 points, and its combat power is equivalent to 0.7 adults, which can't be compared with the general level 15, and occasionally an elite grayfin fishman.

At the moment, this old brother is probably bragging, but as an ordinary person, he can defeat the blue-cheeked fish man 1v3, and this record is also amazing.

His provocation, Marin couldn't sit still.

As the owner of the noble surname Jones, although the side is to the point where he can't beat the eight poles, he is still proud of it. Being sent to such a fishy place, called 'gilded', but in fact 'hair-matched', Marin was already in a bad mood, and now a stinky sailor dared to look at himself with that kind of eyes, and the people around him followed suit...... Marin felt that this was a great insult!

He decided to teach the other party a lesson and make him understand the necessity of being an honest man.

"You, stop."

Marin came to the sailor and looked at him condescendingly.

"I've changed my mind, you sound very competent."

The sailor thought that the other party was here to find fault, but when he heard such a sentence, he was suddenly stunned.

He wanted to come down, but he couldn't get over his face, he wanted to refuse, and he was afraid that he would regret it, so he was in a dilemma for a while.

But then......

"What's your name?" The other party asked.

The sailor is unknown.

"Sam."

"Oh, Sam. It's not hard to give you a job, but you have to promise me one condition. ”

"On what terms?"

"Well, I have a dog named Sam," Marlin grinned, "and he likes to lick my shoes the most, and they lick them cleanly." But now it's not in Esora, and my shoes happen to be dirty......" The young recruiter looked down at his shoes and glanced at Sam.

Sam suddenly realized that he had been tricked, and his anger rushed over him, and his face turned red.

He didn't care about the identity of the other party and offended the eye of the storm, so he just wanted to say this and rushed towards Marin viciously.

However, how could he be as strong as the Eye of the Storm's guards, and before his short body could jump up, the guards stepped forward and stood in front of Marin like a wall.

With a bang, Sam was knocked out upside down.

"Yo, unprovoked ramming of the guards, violating Article 17 of the Essola Bay Security Regulations, will be detained for two months and fined three gold coins." Marlin came up to Sam, crouched down and sneered, "Of course, if you lick my shoes clean now, I might consider dropping the charge." ”

"You ......"

"You only have three seconds to think about it. Three ......"

Sam clenched his teeth, grim-faced, his eyes fixed on Marin's shoes, his fists clenched as if he was about to swing them in the next second.

"Two ......"

But he gave up anyway, and let go of his hand in a dejected manner, as if he had been drained of his strength all of a sudden.

Watching him lower his body and crawl forward, there were unbearable stares all around. There are also people who want to step forward angrily, but are persuaded by the people next to them in a low voice.

At this time, the person who provoked the conversation suddenly appeared.

"Hey, it's almost done."