Two days later, Purple Pearl Island.
The survival law of this island is the purest law of the jungle, with fish and dragons mixed together. There are intricate and unknown details and interest entanglements between various pirate groups, smuggling merchant ships and local islanders.
Usually everyone plots against each other and takes advantage of others, and the entire island is basically in a state of chaos and disorder.
But under Nan Feng's terrifying pressure that could destroy the world and his extremely iron-blooded thunderous methods, this chaos miraculously disappeared.
Of course, during this period, there were also some clever pirate groups who wanted to sneak away at night.
However, when the three sailing ships, loaded with elite pirates and treasures, sailed less than ten miles out of the port, they were destroyed by a purple-black poisonous net that dropped from the sky and covered the sky.
The three ships and the hundreds of pirates on board were all melted into a puddle of poisonous water and thrown into the sea to feed the sharks without even catching a bubble.
This extremely cruel move killed the chicken to scare the monkey, and completely eliminated the last bit of Xiao Jiujiu in everyone's heart.
The whole Purple Pearl Island people are completely honest.
Therefore, under the leadership and high-pressure supervision of Zi Zhenzhu, in less than two days, the detailed information about Purple Pearl Island that Nan Feng needed was neatly compiled into a volume and respectfully placed on the desk in front of Nan Feng.
In the hall of the mansion, the atmosphere was depressing and quiet.
Nan Feng sat on the large tiger-skin chair and looked through the thick account books and personnel lists in his hands.
After two days of cleaning, there are currently a total of 534 Soul Masters still alive on Purple Pearl Island.
Among them, except for the former boss who was instantly killed by Nan Feng and a few thorns who were killed while running away, the strongest combat force on the island currently only has two soul emperors in their sixties.
Going down, there are seventeen Soul King, two hundred and eighty-seven Soul Ancestor, and one hundred and twenty-five Soul Elder.
The rest are all low-level Soul Master below level 30.
As for the permanent residents of this island and their non-combatant family members, there are about 6,000 people in total.
Purple Pearl Island usually has his own rough way of making money.
All merchant ships, smuggling ships, and even small pirate groups that come to rest in this sea area must pay an extremely high "protection tax" as long as they want to dock at the port of Purple Pearl Island for supplies.
This huge tax is usually collected exclusively by the pirate group with the strongest strength and the biggest fist on the island.
However, the rules on Purple Pearl Island are not fixed.
After all, this is the world of Soul Master, and whoever has the biggest fist has the final say.
Therefore, basically every ten years or so on the island, or when the strength of the older generation of leaders declines, a violent war will break out among the major pirate groups to determine a new "island owner", thereby monopolizing the right to collect this protection tax.
When Nan Feng first arrived on the island, the soul emperor he casually killed was the nominal former boss of Purple Pearl Island who had just won the previous round of firefights.
"Tsk tsk..."
Nan Feng quickly flipped through the accounts on the island's financial situation, frowning more and more, and finally couldn't help but let out an extremely speechless sneer:
"What a bunch of stupid pigs holding a golden rice bowl and begging for food."
He threw the account book in his hand on the table and looked at Zi Zhenzhu, who was standing in the middle of the hall without daring to express his anger, the two remaining soul emperors and several pirate leaders, his tone was full of contempt and hatred:
"You idiots, do you know how ridiculous the things written in this account book are?"
Nan Feng pointed at the account book with his fair little finger and commented coldly:
"Your income comes really quickly. By robbing defenseless merchant ships at sea, you can make tens of thousands Gold Soul Coin with just one hit."
"Judging from these messy running accounts, the annual net income of this island is actually very considerable. It is conservatively estimated that it can earn millions of Gold Soul Coin. Even if this amount of money is placed in the Heaven Dou Empire, it can definitely support several medium-sized noble provinces!"
"But!"
"Where did these millions of Gold Soul Coin go in the end?! What nonsense is recorded in this account book!"
"The money disappeared inexplicably! It was pocketed by various pirate leaders, used for gambling, and spent on alcohol and gambling! And what about the island itself? There is not even a decent stone road! The fortifications are ineffective, and the more than 6,000 residents on the island do not even have a stable life guarantee, and are still in a state of extreme chaos and poverty!"
"Where did the money go? Whose hands did the money go to? How was the money used? It's all a bad debt! It's a mess!"
Listening to Nan Feng's scolding, several people in the hall looked at each other and broke into cold sweats.
Nan Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the speechlessness in his heart, and continued to curse at their "business model":
"Not only is the financial mess, but the business brains of you idiots have been pinched by the door panel of Sea God Temple!"
"I have read your intelligence. You also know how to engage in some small cooperation, and you know how to send people to the coastal cities of the two empires to bribe some money-grubbing merchant ship captains, let them deliberately deviate, and bring the ship filled with cargo to the sea area of Purple Pearl Island, and then you rush out to plunder and plunder."
"Do you sound smart?" Nan Feng asked sarcastically.
Zi Zhenzhu swallowed and nodded subconsciously, but when he saw the idiot-like look in Nan Feng's eyes, he quickly shook his head like a rattle.
"Incredibly stupid!"
Nan Feng mercilessly exposed their self-righteous wisdom:
"A business like yours that only knows how to kill the goose to lay eggs will never last long!"
"Because you pirates are too ruthless every time you attack, killing people, stealing goods, and devouring ships and people together. What are the consequences now?"
"As a result, the large formal chambers of commerce in the two empires have almost completely given up on the lucrative shipping routes!"
"The only ones who are still running on the sea are a small number of desperate people, or those desperate nobles who want to gamble their lives on the sea! The oil and water you can rob is getting less and less. This is called cutting off your own financial path!"
Nan Feng stood up from the chair, walked to Zi Zhenzhu, and looked at her with an expression of hatred:
"If you have some brains, if you directly build a large deep-water port on this Purple Pearl Island, or simply transform the entire island into a large maritime trade transfer station under your absolute control!"
"It's up to you, more than five hundred Sea Soul Master, to come forward to integrate the order of this sea area, proactively maintain the safety of maritime shipping, and ensure that those merchant ships are not attacked by Sea Soul Beast and other scattered pirates!"
"At the same time, you can legitimately charge reasonable 'route escort taxes' and 'port berthing fees' from those large chambers of commerce, and even directly establish official-level trade cooperation with the royal families of the two empires!"
The voice of Nan Feng echoed in the hall, describing a grand blueprint for these frogs in the well that they had never imagined:
"If this is done, the degree of development of this island, the living standards of the six thousand residents on the island, and even the wealth and power in the hands of you pirates will be hundreds or thousands of times better than they are now!"
"What's the result? How did you do it?"
Nan Feng pointed at the list of more than 500 Soul Master present, almost laughing at the stupidity of this group of people:
"There are more than five hundred high-level Sea Soul Master! In this sea, coupled with your Sea God's asylum buff, you clearly have a terrifying Soul Master legion that is comparable to the tens of thousands of heavy-duty navies of the two empires!"
"You have such a good hand, but you only end up like little gangsters, squatting in the backcountry and engaging in these gangsters? You are worse than a second-rate bandit!"
There was deathly silence in the hall.
Listen to Nan Feng's dimension reduction comments with a modern business vision and strategic height.
Whether it is the temporarily elected boss Zi Zhenzhu, the two fearful Soul Emperors, and the remaining pirate leaders...
Everyone stood there dumbfounded.
Their mouths were open, their eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be countless thunders exploding in their minds, but they couldn't catch anything.
Port development? Route escort? Official cooperation? Establishment of trade transfer station?
To this group of pirates who cannot read a few Chinese characters and have been taught since childhood that "I have a knife in my hand, your money is my money", these words are like hearing from heaven.
It can be said that they know nothing about these high-level business operations and power development models.
In this life... they really only know how to be simple and crude in taking advantage of others!