"——Make money~make big money~"

Even in the tent, you can hear the loud sound outside.

Snap!

Accompanied by the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground, what appeared in front of Rossinandi was a man wearing a colorful striped suit. The style of the suit was very similar to the one he respected and admired, Porusalino.

The man's complexion is tanned, and he wears a gold nugget-like ring from his thumb to his little finger. His hair style is a two-block (slanted punk) that is carefully divided into upper and lower parts. This two-part hairstyle is the latest trend in the world.

The hairstyle that was highlighted in the entertainment section of the Economic News was advertised by a certain owner of a barber shop chain in Xihai who spent a lot of money on it.

A middle-aged woman wearing heavy makeup accompanied the man, and behind him followed a secretary who was dialing abacus.

It is no exaggeration to say that this man is almost indistinguishable from a gorilla in both face and body - he is almost like a distant relative of Porusalino.

"Is it pure...that person?"

"He likes making money to a pure level... Good evening! Mr. Oliver!"

"Oh~ It's you little bastard. How's it going? Did you make any money?"

The gorilla, that is, Mr. Oliver raised his hand in greeting.

"Thanks to you, this year's celebration was also a great success! So we all made a lot of money!!"

Regardless of whether he makes money or not, the little gangster understands that good things should still be said.

"Well, the people in the nearby waters have worked patiently for a whole year just to enjoy this celebration. And we have to find ways to unlock their wallets and use the little money these poor people have saved.

Breath recycling is such a business model!”

"As expected of Mr. Oliver, he is really good at making money! Speaking of which, please let me show off my skills tonight!"

"Okay, okay! I heard you have a good product here?"

At this moment, Oliver finally looked at Rosinandi, his eyes were very oppressive.

If they were ordinary people, just being stared at by Oliver like this would probably make them shrink into a ball. But unfortunately, the person Oliver is staring at now is Rocinante, a former world noble and now an elite sailor—

—In Rocinante’s eyes, this person is not only not scary, but actually somewhat funny.

(It’s not a good idea to insult people, but it’s like a wild dog showing off its sharp teeth...)

"Mr. Oliver? I'm sorry to bother you due to my busy schedule today..."

Rosinandi bowed slightly and saluted him. No one could have imagined that he would be a former world noble.

"Let's forget about this rigid and empty greeting~ So, are you the one who brought the things? You are so young... Oh! Is this it?"

Mr. Oliver smiled and looked at the wooden box with "Mermaid" written on it.

"I'll open the box now..."

"I like to do things myself when it comes to making money...drink!"

Before Rosindi could open the box, Mr. Oliver took the lead and swung his fist covered with gold rings. The wooden box was immediately smashed into pieces with a crackling sound.

What’s packed in the box is the mermaid——

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee???!!!!"

The gangster's voice changed, and he immediately panicked and dragged Rocinante to a place a little away.

"What's wrong?"

Rosinandi held back her laughter and deliberately pretended not to understand and asked.

"What's going on? It's completely different from the photo... Not only are you too young, but your skin is too dark! It's too much of a photo fraud, hey!"

The gangster took out the photo of a white fish with big, wavy skin that he had accepted before, and pointed at it for Rozinandi to compare.

The thing in the wooden box is undoubtedly a mermaid. Well, to be precise, it is the mermaid disguised as a mermaid by the almost eleven-year-old Robin using the mermaid tail fin underwater propeller developed by Dr. Vegapunk - that is, the skin.

It's a bit darker and a bit younger. Except for the mermaids themselves, no one else would be able to tell that it's a human disguise.

"Isn't that the person in the photo? Brother, is there something wrong with your eyes?"

"Me? The person in the photo?! Hey! Brother! Are you a descendant of the legendary talker Rolando?"

While the little bastard complained, he felt that he was not going to die soon - the mermaid he told Mr. Oliver was obviously a mermaid with fair skin and big waves, not the one in front of him!

As for the person who deceived Mr. Oliver…

The little gangster couldn't help but tremble all over.

As for the real person that the gangster was afraid of, Mr. Oliver, I don't know if it was because he was so shocked that he couldn't make a sound, and even took a step back.

"ah……"

The mermaid played by Little Robin looked at Oliver with extremely confused and frightened eyes. His acting skills were very good, and he was completely enough to win the Oscar for Boxing Award that Porosalino had won before his time travel.

After being stunned for a while, Mr. Oliver waved to the young gangster and pulled him to a place that was slightly away from here.

(Is it my imagination? I always feel like he is a little embarrassed and excited...)

Rosinandy frowned, always feeling that Mr. Oliver's reaction was a bit strange.

"Hey, let me ask you, little bastard! What's going on?!"

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Oliver! It's none of my business!! It's all that kid's rhetoric... Really, he's such a bastard! I definitely want him to have a better memory!! Hey, what about you!

! If you dare to play tricks on Mr. Oliver, are you a pirate who broke into Marinel Vando - have you lived enough?!"

"That's simply... so beautiful! A real mermaid..."

"That's it! It's so beautiful...ha?!"

The little gangster looked at Mr. Oliver in confusion, feeling that his brain was in chaos.

Mr. Oliver, who was staring at the mermaid played by Robin Hood, had an expression on his face that only a man who is completely in love would have.

"Mr. Oliver, it's too dark at night, so you can't see clearly..."

"When a man is in front of something beautiful, he just can't see anything~"

"ha?"

"Look at this black skin! Look at it! For a mermaid who lives in the deep sea all year round, do you know what this means, little bastard?!"

Mr. Oliver fell into a frenzy.

"No, I don't know..."

"Then let me tell you, this blind little bastard, that this is an ultra-rare mermaid that only appears among hundreds of white-skinned mermaids!!! And at this age! This petite body!! This kind of completely pure mermaid

Eyes!!! Being able to take such a little mermaid as your own is such an exciting and forbidden joy!!!!"

"ah……"

Before the gangster and others could react, Mr. Oliver, who made a fatal remark about copper smelting, immediately shouted excitedly to Rosinandi:

"Hey, kid!"

"...Ah? What's the matter, Mr. Oliver...?"

"I bought this little mermaid! Don't worry, I won't let her enter the buying and selling channels... She belongs to me, Uncle Oliver, and I'm here to redeem her~"

Even as he said this, Oliver stared closely at little Robin, looking at her from head to the end of the camouflaged tail fin over and over again.

"Ah...this..."

Rocinante scratched his head in confusion and embarrassment - this completely disrupted their original plan.

The gangster ran to Rosinandi again and whispered in his ear:

"Hey! Brother! Don't think about such a stingy thing as raising the price temporarily... Not only will you not make any money, but you may also risk your life!"

"No, I..."

"Boss Oliver, he seems to be very fond of this little black mermaid!"

"No, why...? There is no such development in Sister He's countermeasures..."

"Countermeasures?"

"It's nothing...I mean I didn't expect Mr. Oliver to like this product so much..."

"I don't care anyway! You can probably tell, right? The woman Mr. Oliver likes is very different from the public's aesthetic..."

As he spoke, the little gangster pointed at the potbellied middle-aged woman that Oliver brought with him - despite her age, this woman with heavy makeup was still fat, and she also wore a pair of black stockings, which was really eye-catching.

Rocinante estimated that if she cut open the stockings with her nails or a knife, the woman's fat would flow out like water... She was so fat.

"However, you are a blessing in disguise this time... Okay! Smile! Smile! Smile! Just say the price with a smile and collect the money!"

"Okay, okay, but can you wait a moment? I have something to tell her..."

"Ah...? What can you say to a slave who is about to be sold!"

"There's so much to say! For example, threatening her and telling her to be sensible and serve Mr. Oliver well... After all, this is also related to my business!"

"That's right... Okay, hurry up!"

"Okay!"
To be continued...