The capital of the Molai Commercial Federation, the Port of Molai.

The city has many nicknames, the most well known of which is the "Golden City".

Gold, the color of gold, the color of wealth.

This city is the most important commercial center in the entire Western Continent, and the largest and most prosperous commercial city. Its status is roughly equivalent to London in the era of the "Empire on which the Sun Never Sets" or New York shortly after World War II.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that the city roughly presents a wide rectangle extending in the north-south direction. In the southern part of the rectangle, three ports are lined up, and a fourth port is also under construction. Hundreds of boats were constantly coming in and out of the various piers, and the sea prospered like a road.

More than ten wide roads run through the city, day and night, and there are always many motorcades on the road.

Commodities from all over the world are gathered and traded here, massive amounts of money and goods change owners here, countless people gain or lose wealth here, new rich people appear every year, and old rich people go bankrupt.

Money is the eternal theme of this huge city.

Walking on the edge of a wide main road one day, Panda saw a young businessman bargaining with a chubby boss about the price of a batch of iron ore. The two sides spit all over, constantly entangled in all kinds of issues that he could or could not have thought of, and he had to compare the money with each other.

This is not because they are stingy, but because their business scale is too large, even if the price is 1%, it is the income of ordinary people a year or even several years. They are the stewards of the Chamber of Commerce, and even if they earn a little more, it will be good for them.

For businessmen, making money is the most important thing. The more money a businessman can make, the more respected he will be. In Mo Lai, the idea of ​​"making money is the most glorious" has penetrated into the hearts of almost everyone. Even a roadside child asks him what he wants to do in the future, and most of them "want to make a lot of money".

In this environment, sellers do everything they can to raise prices, while buyers try their best to lower prices without giving in to each other, which is like a battlefield.

Panda didn't stop, just walked and watched, it felt really eye-opening.

In Molai Port, in addition to the particularly developed business, there is another unique impression, that is, "fat".

People here are beautiful and proud of being fat. Because they feel that clothes can be faked, conversation can be faked, decoration can be faked, but fat can't fake it. Without favorable living conditions and sufficient income as support, it is easier said than done if you want to eat yourself fat? It is the basic privilege of the "rich" to eat yourself fat, and the poor don't even think about it.

People on earth often sigh that "drinking water makes you fat", but it's not true. There are no people in the world who can gain weight without eating. People who really drink water also gain weight. That is a disease called edema. It's just that many people have misunderstandings in their thinking, thinking that eating meat, especially fatty meat, will lead to fat growth, so there are various misunderstandings.

Panda's senior brother once represented their faction and went to several temples with traditional martial arts to exchange martial arts. He was very surprised to find that those monks who ate meat and practiced martial arts were often not fat, but the great monks who were abiding by precepts and vegetarians, all with fat heads and big ears, just like Maitreya Buddha. For this reason, he asked a friend who studied medicine, and only then did he know that the main reason for obesity is carbohydrates. Vegetarians tend to eat more rice and carbohydrates because of the lack of satiety brought about by fat. There are too many, plus the great monks recite scriptures and meditate every day, and lack sufficient physical labor, so they all grow into the appearance of smiling Maitreya.

Walking and walking, it was almost noon. Panda chose a restaurant at random and asked the man to serve a few dishes that reflected Molai's style. After the dishes were served, he tasted each one and couldn't help laughing.

Sweet, all sweet!

It is said that as a port city in Molai, the recipe should be salty. But the strange thing is that the specialties here are all sweet, with rare exceptions.

He held off his buddy and asked specifically, only to find out that among Mo Lai's famous thirty-two dishes, there are only four dishes that are not sweet, and the proportion is less than 15%.

"Why do you Molai people like to eat sweets?" he asked curiously.

The guy shook his head: "It's not that we Molai people like to eat sweets, but sweets can reflect Molai's style."

"Is there a difference between the two?"

"Of course there is a difference." The guy sighed and said, "For example, even if I wanted to eat this sweet, I couldn't afford it!"

Panda couldn't help laughing: "You are a real person."

"The poor have no ability, so the only thing left is to be honest." The man said, "If you want to have a good mouth, you must have this confidence. I want to be like you, the guest officer, and I want to eat Molai's specialties. I must be full of rhetoric too.”

The panda smiled again: "If you have time, you might as well sit down and eat together."

"There is a difference between noble and low, maybe you don't care, but I do." The man sighed, "I have to care, do you think this is the truth?"

Panda nodded and asked, "What's your name."

"Jack, my name is Jack."

Following this sentence, the blue symbolizing the character template suddenly appeared on the top of his head.

Panda was stunned for a moment and asked, "Do you practice martial arts?"

"I have practiced a little, but it is not very clever."

"If your opponent is an ordinary strong man, how many can you fight?"

Jack smiled: "Don't say 'several', one can beat me all over the place."

Panda was even more puzzled and asked, "Have you studied business?"

"Learn a little bit."

"To what extent?"

"General addition and subtraction, and simple bookkeeping," Jack replied. "As for local dialects, multiplication and division, budgeting, etc., it takes a lot of money to learn them, and I can't learn them."

Panda thought for a while and asked, "If you get rich, what do you want to do?"

"I want to be a captain, drive the fastest ship in the world, and venture out on the ocean!"

"Adventure? Not in business?"

"What's the point of doing business! Adventure is fun!" Jack's eyes sparkled, "I want to cross the storm-shrouded sea, go to the east of the world, and see the legendary Eastern Land. I want to cross the legend I want to find the treasures left by the pirates, I want to find the big islands that no one has discovered before, and name them after me! So that later generations of scholars can criticize me for 'Damn Jack, giving so many islands the same name'...that would be the best!"

Panda nodded, roughly guessing the identity of the other party.

If this Jack is really the "Jack" he guessed, then he will become a great pirate in the future, using countless adventures to give birth to the "adventurer" business from "pirates", and inherit after Barbarossa's death "Pirate King".

Of course, he prefers "Captain Jack" to the title of "Pirate King Jack".

[Panda: You may not believe it when you say it, I am eating now, and the guy who served me is a legendary powerhouse in the future. what do I do? Online and so on, urgent. 】