The huge wave sweeping the anime world

The room of Du Field, the "King of Usury".

Du Field, who had just sent out some thugs to collect debts, lay comfortably on the bed and enjoyed the service of the craftsmen.

"I've been dealing with debt issues these days, and my right shoulder is a little stiff. Please give me more strength."

Field tapped his cigar on the table to shake off the ash.

"Boss, there's something new"

The subordinate with a green Mohawk approached Feld and whispered in his ear.

"You go out first"

Feld stood up and asked the masseur to leave. It was time to get down to business and there must be no outsiders waiting.

He had already suffered a loss once and didn't want to suffer a second time.

"Tell me what's going on"

Feld put his coat on and looked at the person who came.

"Our undercover agent next to Morgans has new information."

The green mohawk cut a new cigar and handed it to Felder respectfully.

"Oh, is that bald bird making something new?"

Feld was quite jealous of Morgans' recent luck, as he had dug out a precious old White from the barren South China Sea, and vigorously promoted the newspaper reform of newspaper + comics, making a fortune.

The money came faster than his illegal lending and violent debt collection.

So he invested some money in the construction of the newspaper, originally thinking of making a quick buck by riding the wave of "The Three Days of Light Deceiving Me". He launched several famous stories in the world of pirates in an assembly-line manner, but reality dealt a heavy blow to his money-making plan.

In order to quickly seize the market, he cut a lot of costs and did not pay attention to the quality of the pictures, the content of the lines, etc. As a result, readers did not buy his ideas at all.

"Some of those unruly people looked good, but I picked them."

Feld still hasn't figured out where he lost, so he threw all the blame on the readers, saying that they lacked the ability and level to appreciate his work.

"Look, this is their latest campaign. Do you think we should also launch some new campaigns to attract customers?"

The green Mohawk-haired guy nodded repeatedly to indicate that the boss was right. It was all the fault of the garbage readers. Their newspaper was so well run, why didn't anyone read it? It must be Morgans behind it.

It just so happened that their undercover agents had discovered his new activity first. As long as they followed up quickly and launched some competing activities, they could still share some of the profits even if they could not replace them.

"No, the data of Morgans's newspaper has been declining since he stopped updating "If the Three Days of Light Deceived Me". In recent weeks, Morgans has been furious at all newspapers in all branches of the South China Sea in his office, asking them to find Old White and connect his broken leg."

"But after a few weeks, Old White still hasn't found the person. In order to make an example of him and encourage the various branches in the South China Sea to search more attentively, Morgans laid off several people from the branches in the South China Sea."

"You said he is almost desperate, how could he have the energy to organize any activities? These two new activities are just his tricks to cover up his mistake. Believe me, in a few weeks, he will be defeated, and then we will make every effort to give him the final fatal blow."

As the "King of Loan Sharks", Feld attached great importance to intelligence work. He even placed undercover agents among several kings of the dark world who were his hidden allies, so that he could get some information first.

Therefore, he was familiar with some internal reports of the Morgans newspaper.

"But if he really brings Walter back, what should we do? He is a talented cartoonist, and the painters we found are not even worthy of carrying his shoes."

Green Mohawk has a high opinion of Walter White, the author of "If the Three Days of Light Deceived Me". If they were not naturally on opposite sides, he would have wanted to visit him and sign the custom-made comic book he cut out from the newspaper.

If such a talent came back, those painters under them who could only copy folk tales would definitely be crushed into pieces in seconds.

"Hillov, don't worry. I have ordered our branches in the South China Sea to follow suit and look for Old White. Moreover, compared to the barefoot reporters under Morgans, my debt collectors are more capable. They will definitely not find Old White before us."

"Alas, Lao Bai is indeed a fortune tree, but it's not like I didn't have a fortune tree before."

Feld squeezed the cigar so hard that it was unshaped. He stared at the sea outside the window with his eyes wide open and cursed.

"The damn World Government actually wants to kill me by planting two insignificant undercover agents next to me?"

"MADS, MADS"

"I have gone to great lengths to get the world's five most prestigious and intelligent scientists to found the "Peace Research Institute" under the guise of charity. Caesar Courant, Vinsmoke Judge, and Quinn have already achieved certain results in the research of mass production of killing weapons; not to mention Vegapunk, the knowledge in his mind is more than that of thousands of people. As long as time passes, the inventions they create will definitely be of use to me."

"It's all that damn news bird's fault. It reported the latest developments of the secret research so much that it wanted the world government to know exactly how many glasses of milk those scientists drank in the morning and how many eggs they ate. Plus, those two inconspicuous undercover agents let the world government know my plan."

"Just when I was about to see the results of my huge investment, the World Government, which has always done bad things, forcibly shut down the experiment with the excuse that "the experiment is too dangerous". Vegapunk and Caesar went to the Navy, and Judge and Quinn each discovered that the useless Stussy had even gone to Happy Street."

"As soon as the weapons are produced, we can sit at home and count the berries. Why would we have to compete with the Morgans for the meager profits of this newspaper?"

Feld's hands were burned red by the cigar, but he still didn't let go. He would never let go of the anger in his heart.

"Well, Boss, do you want me to strengthen the screening of the debt collection team and the assassination team?"

Seeing his boss's hands getting redder and redder, Hillov felt pain in his heart, and quickly took out an ice towel from his pocket and gave it to Feld to apply ice.

"No, no, no. The prevention work for the World Government is a long-term task. Their forgery of the identity of the CP organizer is absolutely watertight. All we can do is to test them inadvertently over a long period of time. This is not a one-day job."

"What I want you to do now is to use the resources we have at our disposal to create obstacles for Morgans. Use the connections with the World Government to have them put pressure on him. Give him money when necessary and send him gifts when necessary. Don't let him come back to life from his half-dead state."

After seeing off Hillov, Feld picked up the towel to wipe his hands.

The plan to get involved in the arms deal has failed, so the next move to invade the newspaper industry must not go wrong. He wants to roast a certain albatross into an old duck step by step.