"Originally, there wasn't this much. But Vice Admiral Garp, you were the one who scattered the Salvage Team's packed crates just now. The secondary damage was greater than the initial damage. I counted it three times; this result can't be wrong.
Besides, today is a rest day. The workers' overtime pay shouldn't be deducted from my share, should it?"
As if he had anticipated Garp's reaction, Oran sidestepped the tea Garp sprayed out and smoothly pulled out a signing pen.
Garp scratched his head, unsure what to say. In the end, he signed his name, acknowledging the losses. By this point, there was no way to explain things clearly anymore.
Garp could not deny anything, after all. Both the first and second incidents had been caused by him.
A little more than expected was still just a little more. It was not coming out of his own pocket anyway.
Although Oran had always skimmed off part of the funds, Marine Headquarters had its own estimates for such matters. That portion was considered a normal loss known as "operational waste."
Oran was ultimately a businessman, not an internal member of the Navy. Agreeing to that price meant the Navy approved of it. How much Oran earned was his own business.
As long as no major product-quality accident happened along the way, the Navy would not investigate too deeply.
Though Oran's bill was higher than Garp had expected, it was still within a reasonable range. At least it was not some absurd situation where a certain monkey ate dozens of tons of peaches, then consumed thousands of pounds of immortal pills, and finally stole the dog food too. Garp did not bother settling the accounts.
Even if someone had to get a headache over it, it should not be him.
"Ahem. Then