Stronger than the Captain?
That kind of strong, where you can shatter bones with your chest muscles?
They looked at the mountains of copper coins that hadn't been distributed yet, and flames even hotter than greek fire ignited in their eyes!
"For the Captain!"
"For the copper coins!"
"For crushing walnuts with chest muscles!"
Amidst a chorus of fervent shouts, Roger satisfactorily announced the "explorer Performance Appraisal Management Measures (Trial Version)".
From scrubbing the deck to wiping cannon barrels, from keeping watch to... massaging the Captain's legs.
Every task was clearly priced and converted into corresponding copper coins.
For a time, an unprecedented wave of labor enthusiasm swept across the explorer.
The pirates, eager to earn an extra copper coin, polished every plank on the ship until it gleamed.
Billy even devised a clever trick to clean three cannon barrels simultaneously, doubling his work efficiency, which others quickly emulated.
On the deck, a vibrant scene of internal competition flourished.
Roger was very satisfied.
He had successfully applied the advanced management experience of running a company to the development of a pirate crew.
He felt like a business genius.
Now, everything was ready, just waiting for the big fish, Sam, to take the bait.
Roger sailed the ship back to the crescent-shaped bay from before, entering 'waiting for the rabbit' mode.
Day one.
Calm seas and clear skies.
The pirates were full of vigor, wiping the ship while craning their necks towards the strait entrance.
"Are they coming? Are they coming?"
"Don't rush, big fish always require patience."
Day two.
Calm seas and clear skies.
The pirates' enthusiasm had cooled slightly, but they still maintained high morale.
On the deck, Buck and Hanson began playing a friendly game of Russian roulette.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
The booming sounds were incessant.
Roger leaned back in the Captain's Cabin's lounge chair, with Yumi and several other Japanese girls massaging his shoulders and legs, while Elizabeth was instructed to read "Shakespeare's Tragedies" nearby.
He found this kind of tedious waiting quite pleasant.
Day three.
Calm seas and clear skies.
The pirates were starting to get restless.
The games played on deck also began to escalate.
Billy took off his head to use as a bowling ball, with Buck serving as the pins; whoever got knocked down lost a copper coin.
Roger was starting to get annoyed.
What about the promised three days? Where was Sam? Was he lost or disconnected?
Day four.
Still, the damned calm seas and clear skies.
There wasn't even a shadow of a fishing boat in the strait.
"Captain, have we been stood up?"
Even Hector, the old pirate, couldn't help but ask.
"Shut up."
Roger sat up from the lounge chair, holding a wine glass, pacing back and forth in the Captain's Cabin.
"What's the most important thing in business?"
"Integrity!"
"I gave him three days, and he's a day late; this is a serious breach of contract!"
Roger felt his business reputation had been insulted.
"One more day!"
"If he doesn't show up tomorrow, I'll personally go to Hirado and scatter his ashes!"
Day five.
Roger woke up early.
He stood at the bow of the ship, holding a telescope, watching from sunrise to sunset.
On the sea, there was nothing but a few seagulls, tired from flying, landing on the mast to defecate.
A cunning seagull accurately dropped a bomb, landing on the head of the monkey named Jack.
Hector screamed in anger.
"Damn it!"
Roger furiously threw the telescope onto the deck.
"Sam! You f***ing played me!"
He felt his mentality collapse.
It was like a teenager, full of anticipation for an online romance meet-up, only to find out the other person wasn't just a transvestite, but also a f***ing phone bill scammer!
"I'm here to rob, not to fish!"
"I'm the king of the sea, not an air force guy!"
On the deck, the pirates were also listless, like frost-bitten eggplants.
They had polished every possible surface on the ship until it developed a patina; any more polishing and the ship would turn into an antique.
KPIs couldn't be achieved, copper coins couldn't be earned, and people were getting bored stiff.
Billy even started researching how to use greek fire to clean barnacles.
No!
This couldn't go on!
Any longer, and the sharp edge of this wolf-like team would be blunted!
How could I, Roger, the king of internal competition on the high seas, be stood up by some East Asian native here?
"All hands, assemble!"
Roger picked up the tin megaphone and roared.
All the pirates snapped to attention, instantly lining up.
"Brothers!"
Roger jumped onto the command platform, looking down at his hungry employees.
"I have a question for you!"
"Who are we?"
"Sea City Management!"
The pirates roared in unison.
"What is our motto?"
"Yours is mine, and mine is still mine!"
"Very good!"
Roger nodded in satisfaction.
"Now I ask you again!"
"We've waited here for five days and haven't seen a single ghost. What does that mean?"
The pirates exchanged glances.
"It means Sam, that coward, is too scared to come!"
Buck shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Wrong!"
Roger waved his hand.
"This means that the market has experienced a severe liquidity drought!"
"If customers don't come to us, should we just sit back and wait to die?"
"No!"
Roger answered his own question, his voice impassioned.
"An excellent entrepreneur never passively waits for the market!"
"He actively creates the market!"
"What does an excellent hunter do when he finds that rabbits aren't following the usual path?"
"He'll rush directly into the rabbit's nest and take out all the rabbits, nest and all!"
Roger's speech was highly inflammatory, and the pirates were stirred to a fever pitch.
"Roar!"
"Take out the rabbit's nest!"
"Steal all their carrots!"
"Very good! It seems everyone has grasped my strategic intent!"
Roger turned and kicked open the Captain's Cabin door.
He strode to the chart table, picked up the pointer, and heavily tapped a spot on the map confiscated from Sato Kotaro!
That spot was precisely Sam's stronghold.
Hirado Port!
"Hector!"
"Here! Captain!"
"Hoist the sails!"
Roger's pointer was like a scepter of an emperor pointing to the capital of an enemy nation.
"We're not fishing here anymore!"
"I'm going to blow up the fish pond!"
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