"What?!"
The finance officer Yi Bao, dressed in a suit, was so shocked that his eyes bulged wide, his mouth fell open into an O, and his head roared.
Somalia's entire annual GDP was now only 6.5 billion US dollars. Compared to the great family before them, which supposedly possessed hundreds of trillions, it was utterly insignificant.
Even an entire country could not compare to such a great family residing within a prosperous superpower.
Moreover, the total number of pirates from Somalia was only a little over eleven hundred, and they were divided among several gangs.
Even at their largest gathering, there had only been two thousand of them.
That family had a mercenary corps of three thousand men, and even intercontinental missiles...
What exactly had they kidnapped?
Bao Mo, who had followed Finance Officer Yi Bao over to punish the disagreeable He-El with a long whip, froze on the spot. His eyes widened as he lowered the whip to his thigh and subtly hid it behind himself.
His heart immediately grew hot.
If He-El was telling the truth, then he was not merely premium merchandise. He was unprecedented, peerless merchandise.
Bao Mo was already imagining a ransom of ten billion, a hundred billion. Pirates on the front lines could receive a one-to-two-percent commission from the total ransom, and he had driven the speedboat and personally gone into the sea to rescue this man. Taking a two-percent commission was only natural, wasn't it?
At that thought, Bao Mo, who had always disliked He-El and held the long whip, felt his eyes blaze with fervor. He grew unbearably anxious, and even his breathing became heavy.
With a ten-billion ransom, two percent would be two hundred million!!!
With a hundred-billion ransom, it would be... it would be... it would be... money he