The Beautiful Swordsman Came with a Barbecue

After ordering his staff to arrange the schedule, Morgans began to write the news about the battle between Mihawk and Skyler. As a journalist, he knew what journalists should do.

Big news needs to be published, and time-sensitive news must also be published. After all, news must be "new" to be called news.

In Morgans's writings, words such as "the new generation of swordsmen duel", "the world's number one swordsman's vision" and other words were edited. Just by looking at the writing, what you know is the competition between two young swordsmen. Thought it was a reenactment of the Edvor naval battle.

As for the result of the battle, Morgans' evaluation was that they were evenly divided, with each winning one move.

After writing the news, typesetting, and then directly asking his subordinates to replace the headlines on the news page, as for the original headlines? A greasy middle-aged male rock singer concert? Who cares!

As the most influential and largest newspaper in the world, the efficiency and execution rate of the World Economic News are unmatched by other newspapers. In just a moment, factories around the world can stop production.

The revised newspapers were printed out one by one after a few minutes. As for those newspapers that have already been produced? Can't throw it away, Morgans transferred these newspapers to the location of the male singer for sale.

After all, after collecting the money, the customers have to know that they are serious about their work. As long as the male singer and the people around him can get the newspaper he wants, then...the money will not be wasted!

And the new version of the newspaper was also brought to the four seas and the two great waterways by the newsbirds, and everyone on the sea received this newspaper.

Including Skyler herself, she was on the warship to the Chambord Islands, looking at the newspaper in her hand, Skyler felt that her ears were getting hot. She hated others looking down on her, but she also hated others boasting about herself.

In other words, it's not hate, but shame, that feeling of death keeps Skyler's face darkened.

But she was not happy, but many people who received the newspaper showed happy smiles.

In the New World, on the Moby Dick, Marco, who was like a fleet steward, bought many newspapers as usual, and then distributed them to the captains of the various teams. In the end, he only had one copy left.

And this share is not his, but he took it for Whitebeard, anyway, he can watch it by Whitebeard's side, or any brother's side, why spend the 50 Baileys?

Fifty a day, one thousand and five a month, which is equivalent to a Bailey note of the smallest denomination, plus a Bailey coin of the largest denomination.

Holding the last newspaper, Marco swayed towards the place where the white beard was. Usually in the early morning, the white beard would choose to bask in the sun to dispel the smell of alcohol from yesterday.

Marco habitually scanned the headlines of the news. He made a bet with Joz yesterday on whether today's headlines were reports on the concert. He bet 500 on whether it was a report on the concert.

At the first glance, Marco raised his drooping eyelids, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He saved another ten newspapers, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Closed eyes, opened eyes, closed eyes, opened eyes, after several times, Marco looked at the newspaper headlines again.

"Wuhu~"

Marco let out a strange cry, and then an empty wine bottle flew towards his head. Marco dodged casually, then ran to the side of the white beard who threw the bottle, and said, "Look, Dad."

White Beard looked calm, and said: "Idiot son, is there anything in the sea that Dad hasn't shown you before? As for making such a fuss?"

Saying that, Whitebeard took the newspaper, shook it twice, moved away from him a little, and narrowed his eyes.

A minute later, Whitebeard threw the newspaper away and laughed loudly: "Kula la la la~ little Skyler grows up like this, maybe he can really kill the old man!

But you can't believe everything written by that bastard Morgans! Marko, please inform me, once there is news about Little Skyler in the New World, report it immediately! "

"Okay, Dad, what do you want to do if you do meet little Skyler?"

Marco nodded, but did not leave immediately. He had to understand Whitebeard's needs before he knew how to give orders. Whitebeard picked up an unopened bottle of wine from the ground.

"degree~"

Pull out the cork and gently bite the mouth of the bottle. It looks like ordinary people drinking oral liquid. A whole bottle of wine can only slightly moisten Whitebeard's mouth and throat. The big wine barrels next to him are The container from which he drank.

Putting down the finished wine bottle, the white beard wiped the bead on his chin, and said, "What are you doing? Scaring that old bastard Garp! This old man really wants to see that old bastard Garp, so he rushed to the new world in a panic look like.

Kula-la-la-la~ Let him take away the old man's daughter, Kula-la-la-la~"

Marco stood up silently and walked away. He didn't expect that Whitebeard had held a grudge for a year. Marco still remembered a year ago when Whitebeard learned that Skyler was the "daughter" of the naval hero Monkey Cap. look like.

Looking back, it's like yesterday!

Marco looked down at the wooden deck on the Moby Dick, where the paint hadn't completely faded. Although the money was paid by the regiment, Marco kept the money, and it was Marco who took it out. He felt distressed. ah!

Marco walked, raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger to point to the sky, and drew a circle. The team leaders walked towards him tacitly, knowing that there was something to explain.

As they walked, they were also communicating with each other.

In the first half of the Great Channel, Mihawk was standing on his boat, holding a newspaper, his face remained unchanged, but his right thumb nail was pinching a word with slight force.

"Each wins a trick"!

In Donghai, in a kendo gym, a young instructor with glasses, holding a newspaper, looked at his wife tenderly. Although his wife's belly was still flat, the doctor said she was pregnant.

Just like his father, he is about to usher in his heir! The heir to inherit the kendo of that ancient country!

Seeing this, the wife smiled, put her hands on her belly, and looked forward to it.

On the other side of the East China Sea, a red-haired boy wearing a straw hat held the crumpled newspaper in his right hand, gritted his teeth, and looked dissatisfied. After a long time of sulking on the boat, he looked not far away. land.

"Sirob Village, is this right here?" The red-haired boy murmured, "I must build a pirate group composed of the most elite members, so that the bad woman who mocked the captain can see Roger's pirate group." style!"

In a bar in Chambord Islands, a middle-aged man with blond hair mixed with gray hair, holding a newspaper that he didn’t know where to get it, while pulling out his beard with his fingers, and trimming the beard, he said with a free and easy smile:

"The world's greatest swordsman? Haha, the young people nowadays are really incredible. One of them is the daughter of that bastard Garp, haha."

"boom!"

On the other side of the bar, a woman brandished a broom and smashed it in front of the man, growling: "Rayleigh, you bastard! How long has it been since you paid for your drinks? You drank until my mother closed, and then came in before my mother opened the shop!

Woke up my old lady early in the morning just to get you wine? Then listen to your nonsense? "

The man named Lei Li took a sip of his wine and said, "Xia Qi, don't be angry, I've already found a way to make money, and I'll definitely bring you back 50,000 Baileys tomorrow."

"50,000 Baileys? You didn't drink more than 50,000 Baileys all day at my mother's place! And I wonder if your money will enter the pockets of those people in the casino! I don't know that you have sailed for so many years, and the treasure where it goes."

"Treasures? They are all belongings outside the body, and they are left to the young people."