Chapter 97 Arrival at the 3rd stop (Seeking 5-star review)
Some people may say that if there are not enough people, just continue to expand!
What's so difficult about this? There are so many pirates in the New World, can't we just keep recruiting?
Aren’t most of the pirates who have been beaten by reality trying their best to join the Four Emperors?
This brings us to another issue: financial strength limits the size of their team.
Such a large and bloated team would incur huge expenses just to maintain normal operations and daily food, drink, defecation and urination, and all this money would have to be paid out of the pockets of the leaders of the Four Emperors.
The main source of income for traditional pirates is plundering, but after becoming the Four Emperors and having their own territories, they can't plunder their own islands every day, right?
Therefore, the pirates all came up with the idea of collecting protection fees by planting flags to protect islands.
The Whitebeard Pirates have a large number of members and a large territory.
But Whitebeard is a man of loyalty and he always likes to protect those poor islands that no one wants, even if they can't pay the protection fee.
There are not many islands that can collect protection fees, and the fees collected are very low, so it is natural that the Bai Group is very poor.
Perhaps none of them live as comfortably as those captains of large fleets who fly the banner of Whitebeard but still do their old job as pirates.
Many people even wondered if Bai Tuan could only make a living by selling Diamond George's trimmed nails.
The general situation of the Red Hair Pirates should be similar, and they don't make much money.
But unlike the White Pirates, Shanks takes the elite route, and the Red Pirates only have so many people, and it would be enough for them to live for a long time just to find time to kill one or two rookie pirates who actively come to challenge the Four Emperors.
Anyway, there are just a dozen stinky men hanging around in a small bar all day drinking and bragging, and they don’t even dare to order a hostess. How can they spend any money?
What's more, Shanks' real identity might be a young master of the Celestial Dragons, or a super rich second-generation who goes out to sea to experience the pirate game. Why would he need to worry about money?
The Big Mom Pirates are relatively special. First of all, they have a lot of people with food-related abilities, so they don’t have to worry about food and drink, and they are more than enough to be self-sufficient.
They live in a house built with the power of their fruits. Most of their subordinates are Homies and biscuit soldiers who don't have to worry about food or salary. The increase in cadres depends entirely on Charlotte Linlin's own births, and the scale of the cadres is limited not only by economic strength but also by fertility.
The island protected by BIGMOM is not as easy as the Red and White Pirates. They must pay tribute to Big Mom on time, otherwise the entire island will be destroyed by Big Mom's pirate group. Charlotte Linlin also likes to hold tea parties, and the kings of the underworld who participate in them always bring a lot of gifts to honor her, but Charlotte Linlin usually does it to satisfy her appetite, and the tribute items and guests' gifts are often her favorite sweets.
The Beasts Pirates, on the other hand, took a different approach. They captured pirates, enslaved civilians as free labor, mined or worked in factories, and then dumped the cheap products they produced all over the world to quickly occupy the market, playing the game of unscrupulous capitalists. In addition, with the seastone mineral resources unique to Wano Country, they also established connections with the World Government to do business. They make money without doing anything, just like the tycoons selling oil in the Middle East. Therefore, the Beasts Pirates should be the richest of the Four Emperors, but even so, maintaining a size of tens of thousands of people is the limit.
Having said so much, let's look back at the Golden Lion's Floating Fruit. It can not only move and gather islands together to solve the problem of too much territories being too scattered, but also facilitate management and economic development by concentrating them. It can also turn them all into floating islands and hide them in the sky to stabilize the rear security. You can even take your home with you when you go out to fight, without having to worry about others stealing your home. Therefore, the Floating Fruit really has huge advantages.
Gel shook his head and found that he was thinking a little too far. He should not always be so arrogant as to use a God's perspective to help others imagine the best solution. This is the real world, not a cartoon. He just needs to be himself.
However, as the saying goes: Those who do not plan for eternity are not qualified to plan for the moment; those who do not plan for the overall situation are not qualified to plan for a region.
Many things can be planned in advance.
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Gel really enjoys the warmth of daily sea voyages, as long as it does not exceed three days. Otherwise, he will start to get bored and can only use the mahjong table or other board games to kill time. If it exceeds a week, Gel will be so bored that he wants to jump into the sea!
As time passed at sea and we got closer to our destination, the temperature slowly dropped.
"Whoosh~"
A cold wind blew.
A group of young men on the deck were lifting weights while sweating profusely, not feeling the cold at all. Ajin and Weibull were shirtless, and their muscles were burning so fiercely that white mist was rising up, as if they were in second gear.
"Haqiu!"
Only Captain Gel, who was feeling weak, sneezed and couldn't help shrinking his neck.
"It's only been a few days, and it's suddenly changed from spring to winter. It's worthy of being called the Grand Line."
Gel was not going to suffer for the sake of face, so he immediately opened the system mall and bought himself a pair of long johns. He also customized winter suits for all members according to their body shapes. The most important thing was that everyone had a military-style down jacket with a hood on top and covering the knees, which was very warm.
After buying clothes for others, Geer thought for a moment and changed his and Weibull's coats into the classic red and black Bulls color.
"Well? Then let's go with a black base and a red fire cloud pattern! After all, we're going to do something bad this time."
Gel began to overdraw his few artistic cells, gesticulating at the system interface that only he could see. To outsiders, it looked like he was dancing awkwardly.
Looking at the white island appearing in front of him, Senior put away his telescope, grabbed a rope and swung down from the watchtower. He walked to Gel's side and was about to speak when he saw the captain gesticulating with his hands and doing a strange dance. Although he couldn't understand it, seeing that Captain Gel was fully absorbed in it, he couldn't bear to interrupt him, so he stood aside and waited quietly.
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