Gibbs "translated" dutifully from the side.
"Oh?"
Roger knew Gibbs was making up the translation, but he was still intrigued.
He walked over to the small old man, squatted down, and used his baton to lift his face.
A face full of wrinkles and fear.
"Tell him, I am not a monster."
Roger's face showed a kind smile.
"I am an international friend here to bring you warmth, peace, and development."
"Our company recently plans to expand our business in the East Asian region, and I see that your place has great development potential."
"I have decided to establish an office here."
Roger patted the small old man's face.
"Of course, we provide security services, and you'll have to pay some venue and management fees, which is very reasonable, isn't it?"
The small old man didn't understand the words, but he could understand Roger's expression.
It was a friendly expression that conveyed, "If you don't agree, I'll make sure your whole family is neatly arranged."
He nodded frantically, kowtowing like pounding garlic.
"Very good, it seems we have reached a consensus."
Roger didn't care if he actually understood or not, and stood up with satisfaction.
"Now then, let's talk about employee benefits."
"I am a person who is quite particular about my life and cannot do without servants."
"Find me a few nimble-handed and pleasing-looking girls to take care of my daily life."
Roger's words, through Gibbs's "divine translation," were accurately conveyed to the small old man.
The small old man first froze, then showed an expression that all men understood.
He scrambled to his feet and gestured wildly to several equally terrified retainers behind him.
Soon, six young women, dressed in exquisite kimonos and exuding the scent of cosmetics, were brought over, trembling with fear.
They kept their heads down, their bodies subtly shaking from terror.
Roger's gaze swept over them.
Each of them was indeed quite attractive.
Fair skin, gentle eyes.
It was just that they were a bit short, and their makeup was so thick it looked like they had just been pulled out of a flour barrel.
"Forget it, this will do."
"Her, her, and her... forget it, I'll take them all!"
Roger pointed casually.
"Tell them that from now on, if they follow me, they'll get food, lodging, and double pay at the end of the year, which is far more promising than staying in this broken place."
With a wave of Roger's hand, these six Japanese girls became his "life secretaries."
On the deck, Billy and Hanson watched the six docile girls following Roger's every step, their eyes practically popping out.
"Damn, Captain, awesome!"
"Is this the treatment of a successful person? Love it, love it!"
"When will I also have diligent and capable secretaries!"
The pirates' envy, jealousy, and hatred made Roger feel utterly refreshed.
He returned to the spacious Captain's Cabin, where the six girls immediately knelt down and began skillfully undressing him, brewing rum, and massaging his legs.
The service was incredibly professional!
Roger leaned back comfortably in his chair, enjoying the decadent life of capitalism.
He looked at the unfamiliar land outside the window, but his gaze drifted towards the distant East.
Hector walked in, looking at the room full of women, then at Roger's enjoying expression, and hesitated to speak.
"Captain, you need to pull yourself together."
Roger waved his hand.
"I've fought wars my whole life, can't I enjoy myself a little? Keep the music playing..."
Hector's face turned green.
"Are we really going to be 'city management' here next?"
"Of course not."
Roger took a sip of rum.
"This is just a transit point, a supply station."
His finger pressed heavily on the sea chart on the table.
That vast sea area belonging to the Great Ming Dynasty.
"Our target is there."
"There, there's countless silver and endless fights."
A hint of imperceptible cold light flashed in Roger's eyes.
Hector didn't understand why a pirate leader would be so invested in something like "resisting the Japanese pirates," which was akin to acting on behalf of Heaven.
Could he secretly be a good person at heart?
No, impossible.
Hector immediately dismissed this absurd idea.
[Ding! Elizabeth Swann's loyalty -10! Current loyalty 70/100! Status: Extremely disdainful, believes the Host is a barbarian who thinks with his lower body.]
Roger pouted.
Long hair, short on insight!
This is called talent introduction, called resource integration, understand?
He looked at the Japanese girl kneeling at his feet, carefully massaging his leg, and suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"What's your name?"
Roger asked.
The girl paused, then replied in broken Chinese:
"Replying... replying to Your Excellency, this humble servant's name is... Yumi."
"Yumi?"
Roger smiled.
"You can even speak human language?"
"That's truly rare."
"Alright then, from today onwards, you will be Miss Elizabeth's exclusive personal assistant."
"Go, serve her well."
"And while you're at it, learn from her what a true 'practical lesson' is."
"Make sure to teach her well, because I'll be checking her homework tonight!"
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