"No, I'm just running a small business, the same as always."
Oji waved his hand, but puffed out his chest, saying in a seemingly humble yet not humble manner, "I only own a hundred merchant ships."
As he said this, he casually ran his hand through a hair that didn't even exist.
"hiss..."
Kuro gasped, wanting to ask Oge how he did it.
It wasn't about the hundred merchant ships, but rather how he managed to describe those mere hundred ships with such humility and arrogance.
He wants to learn this skill.
"What exactly are you here for?" Kuro asked.
“Your old home isn’t repaired every year. I’m basically in charge of it, and the people in the town help out a bit. We’re mainly thinking that you’re probably too busy being in the navy to take care of things here,” O’Gee said.
"Oh? You did this? Thank you so much." Kuro nodded.
He said that every time he went home, his house was always well-maintained, and he thought it was the villagers' initiative, but it turned out that he had done a lot of work on it.
“However, there was a bit of an accident this time. Although it was repaired, the house is too old after all. You haven’t lived there for more than ten years. A while ago, there was a storm and your house collapsed. I happened to be back in my hometown and originally wanted to rebuild it for you, but someone else took over first and finished repairing it for you. So I had nothing to do. But we haven’t seen each other for more than ten years, and I miss you a lot, so I packed up your things from the house after it collapsed and brought them to you.”
Oji lifted the large box in his hand and said, "After all, there's nowhere to put it. The house is still under reconstruction, so it's not suitable to put it anywhere."
"My things?"
Kuro was taken aback. "Uncle Ogei, you're too kind. It must have been quite a hassle to bring it all the way from the East Blue."
“Ah… I requested a naval escort from Lipana, which, of course, cost me a sum of money,” Oji said.
I'll make it up to you.
Kuro smiled, tossed him a cigar, and said, "Uncle Oge, aren't you thinking of developing your business on the Grand Line? I have quite a few businesses; if you're interested, you can get involved."
"Never mind, I rarely come here. The East China Sea is better," Ouji said, shaking his head.
The most expansive is undoubtedly the Four Seas. Even with just the East Sea, Kuro, who has lived there for so many years, wouldn't dare say he fully understands it, because the sea is so vast and expansive.
"It's better that you didn't come; it's quite dangerous here," Kuro nodded.
Compared to the Grand Line, the East Blue, which is now known as the 'weakest sea' and has an average pirate bounty of three million, is certainly safe.
It was so safe that even Kuro was a little envious.
His biggest dream was simply to be a base commander in the East China Sea and live out his days in peace, but now...
If I had known it would turn out like this, I should have followed Ouji on his trading trips when I was a child. Maybe he would have become the King of Merchants in the East China Sea.
That's what you call awesome. He managed to live in the East China Sea for fifty or sixty years. How could he not be amazing?
“Since you’re already here, why not take a look around? Then I’ll send a warship to take you back to the East China Sea,” Kuro said.
“Alright, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you either,” Oji said with a smile.
After that, Ogi stayed here for about ten days, visiting the G-3 fortress and the surrounding sea area. Kuro accompanied him throughout the trip, and they toured the islands of the New World. In his words, even though he had never been to the New World, it was good to take a good look around.
"Uncle Ouji, next time when my integrated tourism industry is fully developed, I'll bring you over so you can have a good time."
At the port, Kuro watched Ogi board the warship and smiled at him.
"Then I'll wait for your good news, hahaha. Keep up the good work, little Kuro. You said you wanted to be a navy officer back then, and now you've achieved this much. Keep up the good work!" Oge waved to him, and then the warship set sail.
"Me, try? Try my ass! I'm already this salty, I've come this far, if I try any harder I'll just kill the old man!"
Kuro smirked, watched the warship sail away, and returned to his office.
"Kuro, what's in this box?" Lida asked curiously.
Kro's eyes flickered; he was also somewhat curious.
To be honest, he had always been very curious about his boss, who had emerged from the East China Sea.
During the time Oji was there, he heard some unbelievable rumors—that he had killed pirates at the age of two.
Two years old!
When Chloe was two years old, she was probably still playing in the mud and pee somewhere.
Therefore, he also wanted to explore Kuro's childhood trajectory.
"Oh, it's nothing, just some things from when I was little. Actually, I haven't lived at home much since I was eight years old. I only go back occasionally. After I joined the Navy at fourteen, I haven't been back except for ancestral worship."
He puffed on a cigar, reached out and hooked the large black box, which floated over and opened automatically in front of Kuro.
Inside, there were all sorts of odds and ends.
A wakizashi floated out from it, and Kuro pointed at it, saying, "I used to play with it when I was a kid."
Besides these wakizashi, there were other weapons used by different age groups, including bamboo swords, wooden swords, and real swords. In addition, there were a large number of books.
"Huh? Kuro, you're actually reading a book?"
Lida moved closer, picked up a book casually, and murmured, "What's this... 'Geography of the Goa Kingdom'?"
"You're making me sound like I'm illiterate. When did I ever say I don't read books?" Kuro rolled his eyes.
“But you’ve never read any books like this since I’ve known you. Cass used to say you didn’t like these kinds of things,” Lida said, puzzled.
“That was after I turned fourteen. I used to love reading,” Kuro shrugged.
Kro glanced around and found that all the books were related to the East China Sea, including geography, humanities, history and biographies. There was also a pile of papers with some crooked and messy writing on them.
Kuro looked at the pile of papers, a smile appearing on his face. With a flick of his finger, the pile of papers flew onto the table.
"Ah... I really miss those days. When I was a kid, I put a lot of effort into memorizing words on this paper."
He was a transmigrator. Before he arrived in this world, he already had his own language and writing system. As for the language and writing system of this world... you can't say it's complicated, but it's quite comprehensive, like a hodgepodge. It's indeed very troublesome for an adult soul to learn this thing, rather than being instilled with it from childhood.
When he was little, he could speak, but he couldn't remember the characters. So he could only copy them when he had nothing to do. After a few years, he got the basics down and his writing was definitely fine.
But he didn't have that much time, as he was thinking about how to train later. So after joining the navy, he put that aside. After all, he was selected as a combatant, not responsible for operating ships and controlling guns. Later, when he became an officer, he didn't need to do it anymore, as his subordinates would take care of it.
He spread out the parchment piles and pointed to a piece of paper with crooked handwriting and an amusing title: "A Survey of the Daily Life of Ordinary People in Shields Town".
"ah..."
Kuro thought for a moment and smiled, "I think I started writing this when I was three years old, just for fun. I miss it."
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