Pirates make money is king

You can search for "The Pirate's Making Money Is the King's Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!At the Navy Headquarters Pier C115, Abbe stood on a box and looked at the warship.

It is 95 meters long and 45 meters wide. The front is a single-barreled main gun. The second platform is a double-mounted main gun. On the side is a quadruple-mounted torpedo tube. The distance between the two sides is 108...

Seeing this, Abbe shouted at the warship: "Damn, this is a warship designed by that bastard. There are so many cannons for me."

This is no longer a pitfall, but to set him Abbe George on the fire.

When I came to the dock, I wanted to say that these soldiers were too inefficient. They started preparing yesterday, and there are still many boxes outside that haven't been loaded on the ship.

Seeing these cannons, Abbe looked at the sky speechlessly.

According to regulations, the military needs of warships leaving port are replenished once.

The new warship was launched for the first time, and many things needed to be added.

Wait, Abbe thought of a very serious problem.

"Wow, the latest warship, so cool."

"Really, this is the little broken ship that the inspector said?"

"I don't understand the captain, it's okay to let my brother get on the boat, why the idiot is here."

"Little girl film, don't overdo it, be careful I beat you."

"Come on, you thought it was Jean Owen who would be afraid of you as a guy from the East China Sea."

"You... regional discrimination, what happened to us in the East China Sea."

It was noisy, and Abbe turned his head to look at it. Jean Owen, Tolan Owen, and Dewey D.Cott were all here.

There is also a Jim Keith, and the remaining four are packed and taken away.

Looking at these guys, Abbe couldn't help but think that the dispatch room would come to him when considering who to choose.

He went to the corner to chat with the assistant in the dispatching room for a while, and obtained 300 people's share of foreign supplies, and Abbe agreed to take them all away.

According to the control room, these people cannot all be assigned to work on the warship, which will have an adverse effect on the subsequent propaganda and conscription.

Most people came only after getting promises-to work on warships.

If the Navy fails to fulfill its promise, this will have a great impact on the enlistment work.

Abbe disagreed at first, but later said that he had provided three hundred people with supplies, and Abbe was reluctant to agree.

Of course, it's useless to agree, and you need to ask those four people what they mean.

They don't agree that it has nothing to do with me, resources must be given to me, not to ask.

The people in the dispatching room did not object. He saw the situation at the door. The three of them were not a problem. The last one wanted to get on the ship very much. The opportunity was in front of him. No fool would miss it.

In this way, Abbe returned to the conference room and said: "If you have no objection, you will work on my ship. I don't like my little broken ship and stay and wait."

Dewey D. Kurt, Toran Owen, and Jim Guice did not hesitate at all, and immediately agreed to follow.

Abbe looked at the happy faces of a few people. He wanted to ask, are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid? I didn't hear my refusal to come over.

"Report, the newly allocated materials are ready for delivery, please find a way to vacate the space."

Abbe looked at the truck loaded on the track: "You guys, don't worry about having no place to put it.

"Yes!"

Abbe glanced at the sailors who had left, and yelled at Dewey and the others: "You guys are making trouble, don't you hurry up and move things for me."

Damn, listen to the meaning of the warehouse seamen, don't hurry up to make room, they won't bring things over.

Time is running out, Abbe lowered his head and said: "You also go to help."

Xiao Qian jumped around: "I will consume items if I help."

"Okay, don't chirp, I know exactly how much you consume, hurry up and get to work."

There is a paper origami boat with its own space porter, so don't think of jerk off things that you have worked so hard on.

Well, someone is lazy.

"Hey, you didn't eat, or are you worse than a woman?"

"Speaking of you, you, Dewey D. Cot, can't work to get rid of me. I don't take waste here."

Dewey looked at the wooden box he was holding in his arms. The word "Danger" was written on it.

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Qin Owen clamped a wooden barrel: "Scrap man."

Dewey wanted to refute, seeing Tolan Owen moving a car with shells in the boxes.

In contrast to himself, Dewey had a dark face.

"Hey, what are you rubbing against? Someone else ran twice, and you didn't finish moving one trip, so what did the big guy do?"

Dewey looked at the windy Jim Guice on the soles of his feet, feeling very dissatisfied.

These tasks are done by other marines, they are officers, and officers do not need to do rough work.

Abbe didn't have time to watch Dewey, and jumped to the boat.

"Move all up first and tidy up the road."

Time is tight, and there is a time to classify.

Seeing Jean Owen walking down, Abbe immediately shouted: "Jin, you don't need to move things with them, you take people to start the boat."

No need to work hard, Jean Owen happily held the backpack.

"Captain, who will give it to me."

Abbe didn't look at the roster, and shouted: "The people from the Navigation Department are going to sail."

"Yes!"

The five marines put down their boxes and ran over to gather.

Jean Owen looked at the five people and said dissatisfied: "Captain, there are too few people."

"Don't complain, go to work for me."

"Yes!"

A total of one hundred people, no matter how you look at it, there are too few people.

Let's find yourself complaining, whoever complains to.

Abbe stood at the bow of the ship, and the boatman who made the warship had a bad taste and installed a wolf head on the bow.

Why is it so sure that a wolf is not a dog? That's because the word "wolf" is written on the wolf's head.

Dangdang...

Hearing the ringtone, Abbe raised his head and muttered: "So fast?"

Looking at the desperate work one by one, I didn't think how long time passed.

"C115 set sail, C115 set sail..."

Abbe looked at the horn and urged him to fart.

Looking at the tired crewman, Abbe asked kindly: "Is there anything left?"

"Captain, ready, do you want to set sail?"

Abbe flashed over to Jean Owen and said, "Set sail!"

The sound came from a place less than one meter away, and Jean Owen jumped up in fright, and when he saw someone, he slapped his chest and muttered: "Fortunately, the weapon is not with him."

Calm down, Jean Owen shouted into a pipe: "Set sail, heading for five."

Warships look a lot like modern warships, but are still sailboats in essence.

There are wheels on this ship. According to the captain’s rules, it is not used in windless zones, or is not allowed to be used under special circumstances.

Seeing the captain's rules, Abbe complained in his heart. He clearly didn't let him use high-tech items. Isn't it sick?

Using high-tech technology, this sea has long returned to peace.

No, the sea is at peace, how can he make money?

It is still good for this era. Pirates emerge like bamboo shoots after the rain, and are more vital than leeks, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"Captain, what's so interesting about the naval headquarters."

"Oh, I mean, next time I come back, this will become a G1 base."

Jean Owen looked surprised: "The rumor is true. The navy headquarters moved to the new world."

"No wind, no wave."

Abbe walked outside, the change of the naval headquarters was not announced, and there was already a stir inside and out.