Pirate Emotional System

Gula Kingdom, Penguin Society Headquarters, President's Office. .

"The sales volume of newspapers and periodicals has reached a peak of 600 copies. One issue is issued every six days, and there are five issues a month. Excluding manpower, material resources, printing and other miscellaneous items, the average profit of a newspaper is fifteen pele. If it is based on eight Calculated based on [-] sales, the net profit per month is [-] million beli. Of course, the data may have some deviations. [-] copies will not be the lowest point, nor will it be the highest point..."

Du En sat on the president's chair and flipped through the papers, while Raymond stood below, reporting on various aspects of the newspaper in an orderly manner, including financial reports, human resources, publicity effects, newspaper content, etc.

Nami also sat aside and listened carefully, not daring to be distracted, because Raymond's report contained many knowledge points that she did not understand.

For example, the newspaper recently added a "Penguin Comics" column. Penguin Club needs to hire professional cartoonists to draw, and this involves issues such as the professional cartoonists' annual salary, monthly allowances, and corresponding contracts;

Another example is the short story submission by some non-professional novelists, which should be priced at Bailey's remuneration per [-] words.

For such trivial matters, Raymond also strictly referred to industry standards and made corresponding adjustments to higher or lower levels before finally reaching an agreement and finalizing a contract.

The Penguin Club is different from the pirates who do whatever they want. This is a legal operating company. If it wants to become bigger and stronger, it must be formalized and coordinated, no matter how big or small.

Seeing that Raymond spoke eloquently, not only Nami but also Du En also nodded in agreement.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a gentle knock on the door of the president's office, and then a figure walked in. It was Iss, the maid who grew up with Raymond since childhood.Du En met this maid at the Revolutionary Army stronghold. Of course, neither party knew the other's identity at the time.

Isi was wearing a white maid outfit, with a skirt that reached just above her knees and a pair of black knee-high socks that perfectly outlined her slender calves.Her facial features are very delicate, her cheeks have a little baby fat, she wears a pair of rimless glasses, and her whole expression looks a little dull...

It shouldn't be said that he was sluggish, but just like Raymond, he was completely paralyzed.

Isi held a plate with four cups of black tea in her hand, and then placed three cups of black tea on the table. After Nami thanked her, she came to the sofa and placed the last cup on the coffee table.

"Is this for the slave family?"

Feng Clay, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Iss, then he stood up on his tiptoes and spun around in a narcissistic circle, "You are such a cutie! Do you want to learn ballet steps from your slave? You will become more beautiful." It’s feminine~~”

Isi turned around expressionlessly, walked out of the office without any hesitation, and gently opened the door.

"Uh... uh... why are you ignoring the slave family? Is the slave family so unattractive..."

Feng Clay seemed to be petrified, clutching his chest and saying with a depressed expression, "I feel like my heart is going to be broken!"

Raymond was not affected by Fon Klee's commotion at all and continued to report calmly and calmly, "As for the publication time of the newspaper, I think 'six days' is a suitable cycle. If the cycle of collecting and sorting news materials is too short, The content of newspapers and periodicals may be rough and inferior, and the cycle time is too long and slips away..."

Having said this, Raymond picked up the black tea on his desk, took a sip, then put down the tea cup, and said to Du En with a slight apology, "I'm sorry, Mr. Du En, the black tea just ran into my mouth by itself. Let’s get back to the point…”

You obviously drank this yourself!

The corners of Du En's eyes twitched slightly and he said: "That's enough. I also basically understand the situation in the newspaper office. I can rest assured that you can do things. Next, continue to do things according to your ideas."

"Yes, Lord Dun. Then, please allow me to leave first. There should be some things to deal with in the newspaper office."

"Go."

Raymond bowed slightly and took two steps back. He was about to turn around, but he seemed to remember something and paused. He returned to his desk, picked up his half-drunk teacup, and bowed expressionlessly again. He bowed and walked out of the office.

"Puff puff..."

Not long after Raymond left, the MR.5 special phone rang. Du En took it out of his pocket, told Feng Clay and Nami to be silent, and then connected the phone.

"Mr.5, it seems that your mission in the West Sea is completed."

Robin's faintly smiling voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh," Du En responded, "it seems that the reward has been taken to Whiskey Peak..."

"The mission reward has been taken away by Mr. 13's partner, but you didn't even say anything... and left without permission during working hours. Isn't it a bit too much?"

"I completed the task perfectly. As the Secretary, shouldn't you praise me at this time?" Du En said, "Who is the one who treats such a hard-working veteran cadre too much?"

Robin said: "Okay, I'm not arguing with you. The completion of this mission was very beautiful. Even mr.0 praised it..."

"Isn't that right? Is that guy 'Old Ling' very happy?"

"Don't interrupt yet, listen to me. Since you have excellently completed the two tasks assigned by the company and brought huge benefits to the company, the company has decided to let you enjoy a generous holiday. In addition, the company has also prepared 200 Wan Bailey, I will give it to you as a reward for [outstanding employees]."

"200?"

Although Du En did not expect to get any rewards, when Robin mentioned this, he couldn't help but feel that Sand Crocodile was too petty. His two missions combined brought more than 2 million Baileys in mobile funds!

Sure enough, the fangs of capitalism eroded even Crocodile, the king of the Shichibukai.

"No more?" Robin's voice paused, "Are you serious?"

"I'm giving these 200 million to you. Really, use this money to buy more sunscreen and moisturizing cream. I can't stand it anymore. The princess of Alabasta who was born in the desert has whiter skin than you!"

"..."

Robin was silent for a long time, and then Du En Brain's system received 878 negative emotion points.

"Hehehe..."

A very permeating laughter came from the other end of the phone, and then like an inexplicable ominous ringtone at midnight, the laughter gradually became lower and only the busy signal remained.

Du En couldn't help but tremble, and Feng Clay and Nami, who were silent at the side, couldn't help but feel numb...

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