Staring at the middle-aged man's calm eyes, Carl always felt that things were not as simple as he had heard.

Although in this world, human beings are more arrogant, and heroes from all walks of life emerge in endlessly. But merchants are different, they don't want the kind of life that the pirates are pursuing, they want stability and security. Prudence, prudence in words and deeds are the habits of merchants engraved in the bone marrow. And the merchant in the country of flowers in front of him is inevitably a little too bold - isn't he afraid that he will cut off his head on a whim or kidnap him for blackmail?

"So, if I protect you this time, how much money are you going to give me?" Burying the doubts that had arisen in his mind, Karl quickly sat back in his place, smiling and asking.

The middle-aged man was a very knowledgeable person, and seeing that this time the discussion was about to succeed, he simply stopped intriguing like when he negotiated with the merchants, but directly stretched out his left hand in front of Karl and raised a finger.

Seeing Karl's eyes move slightly, the middle-aged man pretended to smile deeply, and picked up the teapot on the table with his own hands and poured himself a cup of tea.

"100 million?"

"Ahem......"

The middle-aged man who was squinting his eyes and drinking tea suddenly heard Carl's voice, startled, and the tea he was about to swallow almost squirted out. Holding back the itching in his throat, the middle-aged man coughed a few times before he barely calmed down, "You can really laugh......

"Why, don't you think your head is even worth 100 million?" Karl leaned back, with an interested expression on his face.

"That's not what I meant...... The middle-aged man spit out a few words with difficulty, he took out the handkerchief in his pocket, wiped the water stains, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "One hundred million is not a small goal!" ”

Carl was full of disapproval, "Your country of flowers can be regarded as a big country in the West Sea, you are a multinational businessman, you can't even make 100 million yuan in a trip, right?" ”

"That's not how business works!" The middle-aged man frowned and shook his head with a smile, thinking that this bastard pirate was really an idiot pirate who didn't know anything about business, "Let's run a business, of course we make more than 100 million dollars, but this is not my money alone!" There are so many workers under my command, they all need food, they all need wages. The navy points along the way, after returning to China, the king will still have taxes, I don't know when the violent groups of the Babao Water Army will also come to share dividends, plus the total maintenance fee ......"

Carl waved his hand, as if a little impatient, "Enough is enough, I don't want to hear this, you just say how much you can pay!" ”

"Fifteen million!"

"Fifty million!"

"Friend, don't make ......"

"Thirty million is always okay, right?"

"Twenty million! Couldn't have been more! ”

After raising the price to 20 million, the middle-aged man picked up the teacup again and put on a posture that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

Seeing this, Karl was silent for a moment and said, "Okay, 20 million is 20 million!" ”

Twenty million, which is already catching up with Karl's current bounty, is exactly the price at which he sold himself.

Besides, Carl smashed the other party first, asking for 100 million yuan, in order to break the plan in the other party's heart. Otherwise, if he asks for 10 million, and then slowly raises the price, he really doesn't know if he can mention the current 20 million.

Besides, what bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods can there be in this West Sea? I'm afraid it's not easy to find an existence at the level of vice admiral in the Navy Headquarters.

Carl didn't know what level of combat power he had reached now, but he remembered that Sanji could easily kick and smash rocks when he first went out to sea, and he could too.

is no less than Sanji's physical skills and mysterious ghost and god abilities, even if he can't beat him, can't he run?

After establishing a partnership, Carl took off his sunglasses and tore off the two mustaches that were attached to his face, "Carl! ”

After seeing Carl's true face, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank, but the smile on his face basically did not change, "I didn't expect it to be Mr. Carl, who just became famous some time ago, and he has such enviable strength at such a young age, which is really ashamed." ”

Carl ignored the middle-aged man's sycophants and smiled, "Your name? ”

"Raglan York!"

……

A few days later, Carl and his party arrived at an island called "Pineapple Island".

Just as there is no wife in the wife's cake and the "Orange Town" in the East China Sea does not sell oranges, "Pineapple Island" does not sell pineapples for a living. As for why he came up with such a strange name, Carl is completely unknown.

The island is no more prosperous than Kleman, where Carl has been before, and it seems to be a self-sufficient idyllic village.

However, it can be easily judged from this that the business done by York must not be a serious business, otherwise they would not have turned around to such an inaccessible island.

There is a small loft on the island that is slightly luxurious and completely incompatible with the rustic atmosphere of the village - it was specially built for the pirates, merchants, and navies in the past, and the villagers basically have no need to live and eat, so this small loft earns money from outsiders.

Passing by the tavern on the first floor, Carl just casually glanced at the people who were eating and drinking, and he realized that this place was not ordinary.

A breath of slaughter.

Although there are only a few customers in the huge restaurant, the air seems to be filled with the smell of gunpowder, and all it takes is a spark to ignite irreversible conflict.

To be able to operate this inn in an orderly manner in this atmosphere, its owner must also have some real skills.

When he reached the third floor, York went to the couch in a grand manner, and his three younger brothers stood behind him, each armed with a knife and a gun.

The waiter who came to serve the wine didn't seem to see these people, still fiddling with the items on the table by himself, and his calm appearance did not look like an ordinary civilian at all.

Karl sat in his place, wearing sunglasses, and glanced at the three people behind York, and couldn't help but think: This guy really won't put the safety of his whole body on me, he is a person who understands. His subordinates also look quite powerful, but it's a pity that I didn't have a chance to talk to them, and I don't know if there are any Devil Fruit abilities.

Just as Carl's mind was wild, he heard a chaotic but steady footsteps gradually coming from outside the room.

"Be careful, they're coming!" York straightened the hem of his shirt, and the expression on his face became more solemn.