In the port of Thunder City, the gentle spring breeze ruffled the shimmering sea surface, and the crying seagulls circled the masts bearing the Purple Moon Flag.
People walking on the shore moved hurriedly, like a wound up pocket watch, fearing even a second of delay.
However, even in such a busy port, when passersby saw Mr. Roxey Colin standing on the deck, they couldn't help but pause, doffing their hats to salute him, offering heartfelt respect and reverence.
Most of them were people who made money because of Colin Mining Company.
Of course, there were also some who lost money, or accidentally sold too early.
On the deck of the ship, Punk stood respectfully, facing Mr. Colin, who turned his back to him.
"Sir, as per your instructions, our newspaper has captured more than sixty percent of the market share at the port of Thunder City."
As he said this, he hesitated for a moment, then continued.
