Big Mom mysteriously lowered her voice, her twin-horned hair ornament replaced at some point by a gold-embossed "Executive Producer" nameplate.
As she clapped three times, the lights in the entire Cake Castle suddenly dimmed.
A spotlight "swished" onto the center of the stage, revealing Katakuri in a well-tailored black suit, his scarf replaced by a dark red silk tie, and even his earrings swapped for diamond studs.
He stood with one hand in his pocket in front of a chocolate-made CEO's desk, his brow showing three parts indifference and four parts sneer.
"This is…" Ron's glasses glinted slightly.
"The live version of 'The Overbearing CEO Falls in Love with Me, the Cleaner'!"
Big Mom excitedly rubbed her hands, her jewel-encrusted nails tracing sparkling arcs in front of Ron, "I need the Director's guidance, ma ma ma ma!"
As Brulee's Mirror World special effect activated, Pudding appeared timidly in a maid outfit.
The mop in her hand was actually Cracker's Biscuit Soldier, which was now tearfully wiping non-existent dust.
"Woman." Katakuri suddenly cornered her, trapping Pudding between the chocolate desk and his chest, "You've successfully captured my attention."
"Pfft—!"
The tea Ron had just sipped sprayed all over Zeus. This General, who was aloof and taciturn in the original work, was now reciting embarrassing lines in a deep voice: "Don't you know, the way you clean… is very special."
Even more incredible was Pudding's reaction—her third eye filled with tears, her hands clasped to her heart: "Mr. CEO, I… I'm just a cleaner…" Her sleeve "accidentally" slipped, revealing a bandage with bloodstains drawn in ketchup.
"Cut!" Big Mom suddenly yelled, then turned to Ron expectantly, "MAMAMA, how was it? I personally directed this scene!"
Ron forcibly suppressed the twitch at the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his glasses.
In fairness, Katakuri's performance was professional—the three-part sneer, the perfectly timed annoyance when pulling his tie, even the tension in his leg muscles under his suit pants perfectly replicated the essence of overbearing CEO literature from Earth.
"Very… innovative." Ron elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, "But I suggest adding some conflict points." He casually flipped open the proposal, "For example, what if the female lead is actually a commercial spy sent by a rival company?"
Big Mom's eyes instantly turned into Belli symbols: "Ma ma ma ma! That's brilliant!" She suddenly grabbed Perospero, who was secretly eating props, "Quick, write that down! In the next episode, Mondor will play the villainous CEO! Perorin~"
On stage, Katakuri took the opportunity to loosen his tie, casting a grateful look at Ron.
But the next second, Big Mom roared him back: "Reshoot! Katakuri, you need to be more charmingly evil! Think about the look in your eyes when you see a Strawberry Daifuku!"
As the filming progressed to the climax scene where "the CEO buys the entire candy factory for the female lead," Ron thoughtfully stroked his chin.
Although these plots were cliché on Earth, they were absolutely a dimensionality reduction attack in the world of pirates. Just look at the Chess Soldiers hiding in the corners, secretly watching, each holding their hearts, teary-eyed.
"The ratings will explode," Ron murmured softly.
He noticed Katakuri's textbook-perfect 360-degree spin and catch when Pudding "accidentally" fell, even the timing of his shirt buttons popping open was just right.
The acting talent of these pirates was simply Oscar gems delayed by their Four Emperors careers.
Big Mom suddenly leaned over, her perfume sickly sweet: "Director, do you think we should add a kissing scene?"
"Bang!"
Katakuri on stage, hearing this, directly crushed the prop office desk, his Armament Haki uncontrollably leaking out. Pudding took the opportunity to hide off-camera, mouthing "help me" to Ron.
"It's better to progress gradually," Ron pushed up his glasses, a sharp glint flashing in the lenses, "We can first film 'Candy CEO, Don't Love Me Too Much' to test the waters…"
"Ma ma ma ma! It's decided!"
Big Mom excitedly slapped the armrest, marshmallow crumbs splattering onto Ron's suit.
The "Executive Producer" nameplate on her head swayed with her movements, reflecting exaggerated light under the spotlight.
"Leave professional matters to professional people!" Big Mom waved grandly, and Zeus immediately transformed into an electronic signature pad and floated in front of Ron, "We're responsible for filming, you're responsible for operations—the split is three-seven as you said before!"
Ron's pen drew an elegant arc on the contract, his gaze behind his glasses sweeping over the supplementary clauses: "What needs attention is that the distribution strategy must be precise."
He lightly tapped the void with his fingertip, and Napoleon immediately transformed into a holographic projector, displaying data streams in the air, "Romance will be pushed to seas with more women, revenge dramas will target the lower-class pirates of the New World, and as for those 'Crooked Mouth Dragon King' series…"
"Of course, they're for Kaido to watch!" Big Mom suddenly leaned forward excitedly, her candy throne groaning under the strain, "Ma ma ma ma! That stupid dragon's crooked mouth is so captivating!"
She cupped her cheeks, actually showing a girlish blush, "Especially when he's drunk and says 'Uggh log log log,' the corner of his mouth can reach his ear!"
Ron's pen tip bled a small ink dot onto the paper. Even with his composure, his eye couldn't help but twitch slightly at this moment; this Four Emperors' aesthetic taste was surprisingly consistent with middle-aged aunts on Earth.
"Wait, Mr. Roy, how can you determine which islands have more women or fewer men? You can't find that out without a census, can you?"
Katakuri's question suddenly silenced the candy conference room.
This General loosened his diamond tie, which was making it difficult for him to breathe, his trident earring glinting coldly under the lights: "Totto Land's phones don't have gender identification features."
His gaze swept over the Chess Soldiers who were moving props, "We can't send Homies to every island to count…"
"Ma ma ma ma!" Big Mom suddenly shattered half of the armrest, "What's so difficult about that? Categorize by island specialty!"
She counted on her jewel-ringed fingers, "Chocolate Island has more women, Biscuit Island has more men, Jellyfish Sea is all…"
Katakuri had a bit of a headache; he was referring to all islands in this world, not just Totto Land.
Ron's fingertip gently tapped the rim of the teacup, and the crystal cup emitted a crisp vibration.
His eyes behind his glasses flickered slightly—at this moment, the vast database of Shenyu Culture's backend was appearing in his mind:
Daily orders for "Beauty Elixir" in the waters around Amazon Lily averaged thirty thousand; eighty percent of weapon procurements in the New World's underworld came from male users…
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