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Chapter 287 A Celestial Immortal (3800 monthly votes in April)

"Welcome, Mr. Tang, for your visit!"

As Tang Wen stepped off the submarine onto the pier, he saw a few dozen crooked-looking underlings giving a sparse welcome speech on both sides.

Not only were they not neat, but many of them weren't even wearing shirts, a far cry from the trainees from the Greater Bay Area.

Wang Hu was a little embarrassed and explained:
"They're used to being unrestrained here, and the weather's so hot, these guys are afraid of getting sick even if they wear just shorts."

"Is there no air conditioning on the island?"

Wang Hu smiled wryly: "You'll see when you come and take a look."

After a while, seeing a messy wooden hut and garbage everywhere, Tang Wen lost all interest in going in to sit down and simply returned to the dock to talk about the group's current situation.

“Apart from some desperate Chinese, no one in the area dares to associate with us. Chinese business people ostracize us, making it impossible for us to settle down.”

Moreover, the conditions here are too harsh; at most, some people will not be able to endure it for another month.

Tang Wen nodded. Of course it was tough on the island. Even the most tolerant natives couldn't stand it and ran away. When you shone a flashlight, all you could see were mosquitoes. It was humid and hot, and it was already difficult to endure for a month.

However, the natural conditions of the unnamed island are actually quite good. It is about three square kilometers in size and has freshwater production. With proper development and the addition of water and electricity, it will definitely be a good place.

Located at the southern tip of Luzon, bordering Java, Palau is just a few hundred kilometers to the west. It is quite far from ports in the South Pacific, about 8000 kilometers away, requiring two submarines to take turns to maintain supplies.

What if we built a port here?
At most, Suha could only cause the Sierra Madre to run aground on Ren'ai Reef, which would only add to the trouble. But if he were to take control of this unnamed island, he would surely enrage it.

If they send a few more warships, will they still have the energy to harass the Spratly Islands?
Even if we fail, it doesn't matter, it's just an investment of a few thousand silver coins.

Wang Hu looked at him and pondered for a while, then saw Tang Wen praise the land beneath their feet:
"What a nice place! Doesn't it have a name? What kind of indigenous people used to live here?"

"Um, I think they were called Vari. I heard about them when I came ashore. They went extinct seventy or eighty years ago."

The term "extinction" is actually inaccurate. There were originally many indigenous people in Southeast Asia, some numbering only a few hundred or a few thousand. They had long since quietly assimilated into other major ethnic groups. "Warui" is just a vague transliteration; who knows exactly which indigenous people it refers to?

“Great, then you are the Vari people, and this place will be called Vari Island.”

Wang Hu sensed something was wrong and cautiously asked:
"You mean, you want us to settle down here?"

Tang Wen nodded, then stopped him from mentioning the difficulties here, and stood up confidently, saying:
"Varui Island and its surrounding 12 nautical miles and 200-kilometer exclusive economic zone are all Varui territory, and taxes must be paid for their use."

I'll provide you with a few more warships and submarines, drop some mines in the surrounding waters, and repair facilities, houses, water and electricity, and ports. Then the Varese will be able to return home!

"..."

Wang Hu hesitated to speak, suspecting the possibility of Tang Wen's headache.

Building water and electricity, constructing a port, and even bringing in warships on this dilapidated island—that's utter nonsense.

However, Tang Wen ignored him and said to him:

"I know you don't believe me, but don't worry, I have plenty of power and means."

The next second, he felt "power and means".

Countless silver coins suddenly surged out from beneath their feet like a tide, piling up with a constant clattering sound as they fell, pushing them from the ground all the way to a height of more than ten meters in the air.

The sudden turn of events nearly caused Wang Hu to fall, but he managed to grab a few silver coins.

He was no stranger to this feel.

Kneeling tremblingly on the top of the pile of silver coins, Wang Hu saw his men, half-buried in the coins, and heard the clanging of metal everywhere.

"receive!"

With another sharp shout, the entire mountain of silver coins plummeted downwards. Ten seconds later, he landed on his backside on the soft, wet sand, with only a silver coin still tossed around in Tang Wen's hand. He and his henchmen were all frozen in shock.

Tang Wenchao blew on the silver coin in his hand and flicked it into his pocket with his fingertip.

"you you……"

"Don't make a fuss. Didn't you say you practiced qigong? This is a modified version of turning beans into soldiers, turning sand into gold!"

"Ah, uh..."

Having completely lost the ability to think, Wang Hu couldn't utter a word for a long time. After a long while, he suddenly came to his senses and knelt down with a thud:
“Master, I, Wang Hu, once studied under a lay disciple of the Southern School of Chen Family Boxing for three years, practicing internal qigong without any success. May I ask what level you have reached, senior?”

"You only need to know the Dragon Group's name. I have already crossed the Innate Realm and entered the peak of the ninth stage of the late Foundation Establishment Realm, half-step Golden Core Realm!"
As long as you obediently follow orders, you will undoubtedly reap the rewards.

Although Tang Wen was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, the shock he gave Wang Hu at this moment, with his hands behind his back, was even stronger than when he saw the ethereal and otherworldly Chen Family Boxing 888th generation successor. Wang Hu immediately shouted with unwavering devotion:

"Senior has actually reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal! I shall serve you to the death!"

"You're a quick learner. Get up. Just call me Commander. We don't use that anymore."

"Yes!"

Wang Hu stood up respectfully, and the other underlings around him seemed to wake from a dream, rushing to kowtow and hoping that the immortal Tang would bestow blessings upon them.

Tang Wen, the "Land Immortal," had quite a bit of fun. It was on this deserted island that he orchestrated this whole thing to give these unruly fellows some confidence and to win them over.

It's much more satisfying to just use cheat codes than to go through all sorts of trouble to cover things up.

Once they leave this island, who will believe their nonsense?

Tang Wen beckoned, and Wang Hu immediately bowed and stepped forward to obey:
"Take your men and leave in the submarine. I'm going to use my special abilities in a moment, which shouldn't be known to outsiders. But you can stay."

"Yes, Commander!"

Wang Hu immediately complied, and his underlings, who had been thoroughly amazed, offered no resistance and obediently entered the submarine.

The moment the hatch closed, Wang Hu felt the scene before him suddenly change.

[Build a primary port, silver coins -1000]

Looking at the familiar buildings, Wang Hu trembled all over and said somewhat absentmindedly:
"This, isn't this the Greater Bay Area Port?"

"Now, this is Port Varey."

Tang Wen patted him on the shoulder:

"Give yourself a local name: Pirate King of the Varee."

What name do you think would be suitable for me?

"How about calling him: Odewmu Wilvien Enye'er Tuwenwei Uwenmu Luffy, the 888th leader of the Varee people and the Pirate King of the Pacific, Pirate King Luffy!"

Wang Hu—no, I mean, Luffy, the Pirate King—bowed his head in thanks.
"Thank you for bestowing upon me the name, Odysseus... Luffy will do my utmost!"

Tang Wen: "Lu Fei, a man from Wari, has wandered far and wide, but finally returned to his hometown to prepare for rebuilding. What a wonderful story!"

"Don't make a fuss yet. First, try to obtain local residency and a plausible background, then follow my instructions."

Wang Hu nodded emphatically. Such a good environment was already a very high-standard base for the gang, almost like a resort.

With land and people, and even with the backing of a celestial being, how can one not carve out their own niche?

(End of this chapter)