Annan and Esdeath were sitting on the seats outside, and there were two cups of ice cream on the round dining table.
"This store actually sells three-layer ice cream, which is quite cheap." Annan looked at the menu in his hand, "I have to say that prices in Rogge Town are indeed much lower than other places in the East China Sea."
On the way to Rogge Town, the Ice and Fire Man also stopped at other islands for supplies, and the prices were different on each island.
"Prices in Rogge Town were also very high before, until the 'Smoking Man' colonel became the top officer here."
A gentle man with glasses walked up to the two of them and said with a smile.
"My name is Anderson, I'm a local."
The man took out two business cards from his pocket and placed them on the table.
"The last faces of the new generation of the Navy, Mr. Annan and Miss Esdeath. I never expected to meet them in the East China Sea."
"I asked how anyone in the East China Sea knew us. It turned out to be a special correspondent from the World Economic News." Annan picked up his business card and glanced at it, "I haven't settled the score with you yet for that bullshit report."
"Haha, we reporters can't be blamed for this. Our president asked us to write that report, and there's nothing we can do about it." Anderson touched his head, showed an awkward yet polite smile, and bowed deeply to Annan.
A bow.
"I am deeply sorry for the distress I have caused you personally."
"Okay, okay." Annan glanced at Esdeath, who was covering her mouth to suppress a smile, pointed to the empty seat on one side of the round table, and said to Anderson, "Don't bother with those things that are there, sit down if you have anything to do.
Come down and chat.”
"That's such an honor." Anderson quickly sat down on the chair, straightening his back and putting his hands on his knees, like a primary school student when the teacher first entered the classroom.
Annan looked at Anderson, who was very "well-behaved", and sighed: "I don't have to go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. Our time is limited, if you have anything to say, please tell me immediately."
"Mr. Annan is truly a rising star in the navy. He immediately understood my thoughts."
"Stop flattering us. If you can't talk about a topic that interests us, please leave." Annan raised his hand and looked at the watch on his right wrist, "You have three minutes."
"You came to us specifically and handed you your business card. Even a fool can see that you are up to something."
Annan turned the spoon in his hand and said silently in his mind.
"Navy star? What new nickname did these bastards give me?"
"That's it, Mr. Annan." Anderson said softly: "The battle between you and the original candidate Shichibu Hailiwa was announced in the newspapers. This time they called you the new star of the navy."
Navy…nova?
Click.
The spoon in his hand was pinched into two pieces.
Esdeath tilted her head, blinked, and looked at the expressionless Annan.
"Didn't the headquarters say that all the personnel involved in that operation, except the generals, should be kept secret?" Annan cursed in his heart, "Why the hell did you sell me out again?"
On the sea, titles and reputations represent influence, as well as strength.
Annan does not resent others giving him titles, but these titles must be consistent with reality. Jokes are not nonsense, and adaptations are not random fabrications. Titles must match his strength.
Like Pirates Supernova, the World Government makes a review every year, and it is better to have less than in excess, and nothing means nothing; like so-and-so is the strongest, this has been tested by time, and has been proven to the world bit by bit with real swords and guns.
And the navy has hired a new star this time, which is just nonsense!
Among the new generation members of the Navy, you, Esdeath, are still a little transparent. Do I, Annan, deserve this title? I don’t deserve it. I don’t have the ability. Is the Navy’s propaganda department just doing nothing?
If nothing happens, just catch me and pick me up alone. Next time, will there be another Navy Supernova, then the Navy Shichibukai, and the Navy Yonko?
"However, why don't I know this news? The newspapers Xiao A sent me are always kept." Annan wondered in his heart.
"Perhaps in order to boost the morale of the Navy at the end of the year, the Navy Headquarters declassified the part about you and published it in the Navy's internal newspapers." Anderson seemed to see the doubts in Annan's heart and said with a smile, "Mr. Annan has been at sea all the time.
Naturally, I don’t know about navigation.”
"Hey, you know everything about the navy." Annan changed his spoon and replied.
"There are still exchanges between peers."
"We don't have much time. If you don't tell us your purpose, we will leave." Esdeath reminded Anderson after finishing the ice cream.
"Ah, that's it." Anderson leaned forward slightly and rubbed his hands, "I want to get a decent job recently."
"A decent job." Annan was delighted when he heard this, "You also know that it is not decent to write unrealistic reports all day long."
"For the sake of performance, there is nothing we can do about it. The Donghai branch of the World Economic News Agency only has one in Rogge Town. Some people came to me before to ask for an explanation. As a result, I was pushed out as a scapegoat and dragged to the dock to be killed.
He was beaten so hard that it became a joke here."
"So you want to change to a more respectable job, preferably one where you can write fake news without fear of retaliation, right?" Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, "And when you find me now, you don't want to be my casual
Ship reporter."
"It's not impossible. It would be better if you could become a navy officer." Anderson said immediately, "Mr. Annan, let me follow you and write the most truthful report for you. This way you don't have to worry about being misunderstood by others." "Well said, my answer is no..." Annan was about to refuse, when suddenly there was a pain in the instep of his foot. He immediately realized that Esdeath was stepping on him, and glanced out of the corner of his eye. Esdeath looked at him as if nothing had happened.
menu.
Under the cover of the round table, Anderson did not see Esdeath's small movements.
"Okay, I promise you." Annan stuffed Anderson's business card into his pocket, "I will stay in Rogge Town for a while. You go back and pack your luggage. I will call you when I leave." As he said,
Annan wanted him to extend his right hand.
"Great, Mr. Annan." Anderson stood up excitedly, stretched out his hands to hold Annan's right hand tightly, "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, I will go through fire and water..."
"Okay, okay, stop using the polite words." Annan withdrew his hand, "You can go about your business and don't disturb me now."
"Okay, okay."
Anderson left his seat and said to Annan:
"Mr. Annan, there is one thing I must say before I leave. The Navy official did not designate the report about you called 'Navy Rising Star' as internal news, so as usual, other newspapers can publish it after it is published.
Reprint this news within three to seven days."
"The news I got is that the Donghai newspaper will be distributed today." After saying that, Anderson quickly left without looking back.
Quack——Quack——
As soon as Anderson walked away, the newspaper gull Little A flew over with its hind wings, landed on the round table, and jumped in front of Esdeath.
Esdeath took out a newspaper from Little A's satchel and asked the waiter to buy Little A a grilled fish from the deli next door. Then he flipped through the newspaper and read it silently.
"Why did you ask me not to refuse him?" Annan also took out a newspaper from Little A's satchel, "That guy followed us all the way in Rogge Town. His anti-reconnaissance capabilities are obviously professionally trained. He is not a little kid.
Little reporter."
"I'm bored and looking for some fun. The two maids were shocked by Morgan's incident. We can't push them too hard during this period. An interesting... clown happened to come."