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Morgans paused here deliberately, a hint of mystery flashing in his eyes.
Ron's brow furrowed slightly, a look of curiosity in his eyes, waiting for Morgans to continue.
Morgans lowered his voice, his tone mysterious and unfathomable. "According to legend, he might possess resurrection technology. The remains of some powerful individuals have inexplicably disappeared, possibly related to him. Of course, these are all just speculations, there's no concrete evidence, so no one can be certain. But this possibility is indeed chilling."
Specializing in stealing corpses? And capable of resurrection?
Ron was a bit puzzled. Combining these signs, why did it feel like the ability of the Warlord Gecko Moria?
"Interesting. I didn't expect the pirate world to hide so many powerful figures in the shadows," Ron murmured to himself.
"Kwahahahaha, Ron, there's a lot you don't know yet," Morgans burst into laughter, a hint of smugness in his voice. "You've only just touched the tip of the iceberg of this world."
He continued, "Take the Four Emperors Kaido and Big Mom, for example. Although they are the peak of combat power on the surface, many of their transactions are actually controlled by these underground kings. Think about it, what would happen if one day these kings cut off their transactions?"
Ron's expression changed slightly. He realized that Morgans had a point.
However, it was only a slight point. Anyone who dared to cut off the Four Emperors' business would be waiting for a "warm" visit that afternoon.
But trade and survival are two separate things; they cannot be confused.
He wasn't good at these complex matters, but fortunately, he had Morgans by his side.
"You're making my head hurt. I'll leave all these matters to you, Morgans. I'm too lazy to deal with them," Ron rubbed his aching temples, simply acting as a hands-off boss.
"What!" Morgans suddenly shouted, pointing at Ron and yelling, "Ron, although I owe you a great debt, that doesn't mean I'm your slave! I have my own newspaper company!"
Ron didn't pay attention to Morgans' shouting. Instead, he picked up a cup of tea from the table, took a slow sip, and then spoke slowly.
"Didn't you move your newspaper company to TikTok a long time ago? I was the one who issued your official certification as a news agency."
Morgans was momentarily speechless. Ron's words had him cornered.
His news agency currently had more followers than Empress Hancock, firmly holding the top spot among TikTok bloggers!
The viewership of each video was thousands of times more than when he used to sell newspapers!
It could be said that the current Morgans was the undisputed King of News!
"Of course, if you want to go back to your old job at the newspaper company, it's not impossible," Ron continued, a hint of teasing in his tone, "Then I'll take back..."
"Stop!" Morgans breathed heavily, trying to calm himself down, and finally compromised reluctantly, "I'll do it!"
Ron smiled and patted Morgans on the shoulder. "That's the spirit! We're good brothers. We'll split the money we earn fifty-fifty. How about that? Fair enough, right?"
"Really?" Morgans' eyes lit up, but then he looked at Ron suspiciously, clearly not believing it was true.
"Of course it's true. You know me, your Brother Ron isn't interested in money," Ron smiled slightly.
Morgans looked at Ron speechlessly. He knew Ron's personality and knew that Ron genuinely wasn't very interested in money.
He sighed, no longer intending to waste words with Ron. The two quickly finalized some specific details and then left.
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Three days later, the entire world's commercial landscape seemed to be swept by a storm, undergoing earth-shattering changes.
Across the Four Seas, the Grand Line, and the New World, whether in bustling port cities or remote towns and villages, various entertainment venues like restaurants and bars, and even street stalls, began selling mobile phones.
Although these phones were not sold through official channels, both the packaging and instructions were identical to legitimate phones, making them almost indistinguishable.
However, the price of these phones was relatively high, though still affordable for most people.
But for those living below the poverty line, buying a phone still required waiting for a price drop.
Restaurant and bar owners keenly sensed the business opportunity. They placed the phones in the most conspicuous locations, attracting passing pirates, merchants, and tourists.
While enjoying delicious food or fine wine, these customers were also drawn to the small and exquisite phones.
They curiously picked up the phones, flipped through the instructions, inquired about the price, and even placed orders on the spot.
The appearance of mobile phones not only brought these venues significant extra income, but it even far surpassed their original business!
And in some remote towns, street vendors also joined the ranks of phone sales. They placed the phones on their simple stalls, promoting them to passing villagers.
Although the villagers were unfamiliar and curious about this high-tech product, under the patient explanation of the vendors, they gradually understood the purpose and benefits of the phone.
For families with a certain economic foundation, buying a phone became a way for them to pursue entertainment in their lives.
As for the poor, they could only stare at these phones longingly, hoping that one day they could own their first phone.
Despite the relatively high price of phones sold through underground channels, market enthusiasm showed no signs of waning.
Phone sales remained booming, as if it had become a nationwide craze.
Whether in bustling cities or remote towns and villages, people were talking about phones, vying to own one.
Those who had already bought phones had faces full of satisfaction and pride, while those who were still watching had envious and expectant eyes.
With the widespread dissemination of mobile phones, the number of registered users also increased exponentially.
Every day, tens of thousands of new users joined this vast online world.
From the initial few million to the current eighty million users!
The speed of this growth exceeded Ron's expectations.
However, despite the user count reaching eighty million, there was still no system upgrade notification.
This made Ron feel a bit frustrated. He had originally thought that with the significant increase in user numbers, the system would automatically upgrade, bringing more functions and stronger abilities.
But now, the system remained silent.
"How many users does it take to upgrade?" Ron sat in his room, looking at the system interface, his heart full of questions.
He tried asking the system, but the system gave no response, as if it were dead.
"Forget it, as long as the user count keeps rising, it will upgrade eventually."
Then, bored, Ron started scrolling through videos, and he actually came across a video of the Straw Hat Crew again!
But this time it was a bit different; it was an urgent plea for help video!