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Chapter 132 Aircraft Carrier Fleet & Shinobi Expansion
"George, Happy New Year!" At the port, his old acquaintance General Arthur greeted George with an enthusiastic hug.
Arthur had spent half his life in the U.S. Military's logistics department and had recently been promoted, now officially a general and the head of the War Assets Administration (WWA).
His main task was to manage billions of dollars' worth of strategic materials following the war, valued at a minimum of $34 billion.
"I hear that Britain is preparing to bestow upon you the title of Duke? They must be willing to spend a lot of money," Arthur said with a smile.
"It's something that benefits me without costing me anything. It's just a Duke title, with no fiefdom attached," George replied indifferently.
"Haha, that's a title that many people never achieve in their entire lives," Arthur remarked, still smiling.
"I'm not planning to live in Britain; it's just a title. Let's focus on what I need," George said.
"Okay, come with me; I'll show you around," Arthur said, leading George aboard a ship.
"Here we have various U.S. Military ships, like those Liberty Ships over there, each with a load capacity of 7,000 tons. Nearly three thousand were produced during the war. We also have these Victory Ships with a load capacity of 15,000 tons, of which 500 were produced. Most of these ships are no longer needed and are just docked here, waiting to be disposed of."
"There are many warships as well. Some countries cannot sell them while others that can don't have the funds, which presents a real headache. These ships are just sitting idle, and their maintenance costs are a huge expense. If they aren't maintained, they will gradually deteriorate, ultimately becoming targets."
"Thankfully, George, you've solved a big problem for me," Arthur said, patting George on the shoulder.
"The U.S. had a considerable number of aircraft carriers during World War II:
22 Essex-class fleet carriers,
2 Midway-class fleet carriers,
9 Independence-class light carriers,
1 Saipan-class light carrier,
45 Bogue-class escort carriers,
18 Commencement Bay-class escort carriers,
50 Casablanca-class escort carriers,
Plus the Yorktown-class large carrier Bumblebee, two Long Island-class escort carriers, and one Sangamon-class escort carrier, totalling 151 ships. How many do you plan to take?"
"Uncle Arthur, I don't need that many. I only require two fleets. When the time comes, you'll need to be responsible for teaching my subordinates how to operate them," George said, smiling.
"I have an even better idea regarding personnel. Do you want to hear it?" Arthur inquired.
"Oh, what idea?"
"Many soldiers are being discharged now. If you need personnel, I can help you contact soldiers who previously served on warships. This way, you can bring them on board, and it also helps find jobs for retired soldiers. What do you think?"
"Of course, no problem. If these soldiers are willing to join me, I welcome them with open arms," George replied, smiling.
"Since Uncle Arthur is helping me like this, I'll help you as well. How about I assist you in selling these materials?"
"Oh, you want all of them?" Arthur asked, not doubting George's capabilities.
"Of course not. I mean that I have a plan to help you dispose of all these items," George said, smiling.
"What plan? Tell me quickly; I'm struggling with this issue," Arthur expressed with a resigned smile.
"Hehe, don't worry, I won't let you take a loss. If it's suitable, everyone could even make a profit. The company's people will handle the specifics," George assured him.
He recalled that a traveller from his previous life had used a similar opportunity to multiply his wealth several times. With such a successful example to draw from, George felt confident he could replicate that success.
The outcome of this meeting was naturally satisfactory for both parties. As for the personnel assigned to his aircraft carrier fleet in the future, George would make the necessary arrangements. He was not the type to use his own money to support the U.S. Military.
George's primary objective for this trip was the aircraft carriers. As someone aiming to build the world's largest private military service company, he wouldn't overlook the opportunity to acquire valuable assets.
Even though most of the warships and weapons here would soon be outdated by later standards, the U.S. Military was essentially disposing of them at scrap metal prices, which meant George wouldn't mind making a profit.
The international military service company George was establishing was not merely a mercenary operation. In his previous life, private military service companies only emerged during the late Cold War.
Compared to ordinary mercenaries, international military service companies cover a wider range of businesses and are more professional.
Thanks to George's connections with the military, he didn't have to worry about not receiving defence contracts.
Various parties recognised the security capabilities of his company, and in recent years, the security firm had also achieved notable success in the private security business.
Moreover, the aircraft carrier fleet that was being prepared for purchase was intended for the Arabian Peninsula.
As a crucial rear area, the security of the Arabian Peninsula had always been a concern for George.
Previously, due to the war and George's mediation between Britain and the United States, the security of the Arabian Peninsula had not been an issue.
However, with the conclusion of World War II, the United States began to recognise its position as a hegemon. Certain factions within the United States inevitably sought to exploit the resources of the Arabian Peninsula.
Therefore, necessary military deterrence became indispensable.
Given this context, it was pretty reasonable for the United Arab Emirates to hire Star International Military Service Company for security purposes. Protecting oneself is a valid concern!
The United Arab Emirates has now begun implementing tax-free policies. Why did the Cayman Islands become a tax haven in the past?
It was because offshore companies registered in the Cayman Islands could be exempt from any local government taxes, with the government only collecting a small annual management fee.
The significant advantages of these policies made the Cayman Islands the top choice for company registration worldwide.
Due to its excellent reputation and global influence, it is easy to open offshore accounts, achieve overseas financing, and go public in the name of a Cayman company.
Moreover, the Cayman Islands maintain a very stable political, economic, and trade environment.
It offers a high degree of privacy, with company shareholder registers entirely undisclosed to the public.
It requires at least one shareholder, with no nationality restrictions. Cayman Islands offshore companies can choose to issue either registered or bearer shares.
The government does not restrict the registered capital of its offshore companies, generally adopting $50,000 U.S. dollars as the registered capital.
Tax control is minimal, with stamp duty exempt on share transfers and no restrictions in place.
If no business is conducted locally, profits are not subject to income tax, and companies on the island can open bank accounts worldwide.
In this life, by leveraging the significant advantages of the United Arab Emirates, George only needed to replicate these successful experiences.
More importantly, after George developed the ability to lend, he also bestowed marks upon the families that helped him govern the Arabian Peninsula.
One of the spells was "Aguamenti Maxima," a modified version of the water-conjuring spell from the Harry Potter world.
Although it had no destructive power, it provided a consistent and effective means of producing clean water in harsh desert environments.
Once George demonstrated these abilities, various religious sects on the Peninsula began to regard him as something more than mortal; whispers referred to him as a divine avatar, a messiah, or a heavenly envoy.
Those he empowered were revered as his appointed governors, sometimes referred to as Divine Stewards or Envoys.
It can be said that in the Arabian Peninsula, George possessed absolute power. His task for these governors was to continuously carry out greening projects, revive barren lands, establish oases, and ensure sustainable settlements.
These efforts not only improved local living conditions but also generated energy loans for George, providing him with a continuous and renewable source of power.
The real World has temporarily reached a delicate balance. George felt that he had been a bystander enough, and it was time to go to other Worlds to plunder resources.
There was also a bare Ancient Star waiting for him to build.
For George, who currently has abundant energy, he knows exactly which planes those stars in the Chaos World belong to. It's just a matter of wasting an opportunity to extract an item and consuming one unit of energy to find out.
Now, George has many opportunities to choose from. But one question is deeply rooted in George's heart, and that is that among the "three thousand worlds" above, there is no Chinese Xianxia World.
Is it because travelling to the Eastern Xianxia World requires too much energy because of its ridiculous cultivation power levels, which is why the chaos pearl took him to a more broken yet reasonable World in the first place?
Who knows, for now, George doesn't need to consider such questions. He believes that when he reaches a certain level, the answer will naturally appear.
Thinking of energy lending, George felt that there was one World that could be concluded quickly.
Naruto World, Land of Fire Daimyo's Mansion.
Since George became the Daimyo of the Land of Fire and vigorously promoted reforms, the Land of Fire has recovered, and its national strength has dramatically increased in recent years.
Moreover, as the Land of Fire becomes increasingly prosperous, the surrounding countries have also begun to stir.
However, to achieve George's goal of unifying the Shinobi World, several steps will still be required for now. At the very least, troublesome guys like Black Zetsu, who destroy the shadows, need to be eliminated as soon as possible.
"Orochimaru, how is your research coming along?"
George arrived at Orochimaru's experimental Base, greeted him, and then said, "Why must a good experimental Base be built underground? It would be good for you to go out and move around more!"
"Research is still more interesting, Daimyo-sama. After injecting the enhanced serum you provided, my physical body has greatly strengthened, and I can already activate Sage Mode.
However, the amount of Chakra required in this mode is too great, and I cannot maintain it for too long, so the Reanimation Jutsu cannot be completed yet!"
"Don't worry about that, we can take our time," George said, waving his hand. "Come, let me see what this so-called Sage Chakra looks like first."
"Alright, please wait a moment." Orochimaru led George to an underground training ground.
Orochimaru stood still in place, and after three seconds, blue energy began to emerge from his body like giant snakes coiling around him, and blue horns began to sprout from his head.
George walked up to Orochimaru and reached out to touch the coiling snake head. The energy snake seemed to have a consciousness and slightly dodged.
After George touched it, a violent energy began to corrode his right hand. He activated the Chaos Energy within his body to envelop the Sage Chakra in his hand.
A few minutes later, the last wisp of energy was swallowed. George opened his eyes and looked at Orochimaru, saying.
"There's a consciousness present in the Sage Mode you activated. It seems this mode isn't simple either. No wonder the Sage Modes of the three great holy lands are all different. So that's how it is."
"Oh, George-san, is there another hidden reason for this?" Orochimaru asked after dispelling Sage Mode.
"It's not a big problem. The so-called Sage Mode is just borrowing natural energy. It's just that your natural energy isn't pure enough, which is why there are various forms of expression. Like your snake form, and Jiraiya's toad form, it's all the same," George explained.
"For such a long time, although I've supported your research, I haven't given you any other rewards. Today is a good day to give you one," George said.
As he spoke, his palm began to cover Orochimaru's shoulder. With the infusion of energy, a winged snake appeared on Orochimaru's arm.
"Curse Mark?" Orochimaru said.
"This isn't the same as the Curse Marks, you know," George explained with a smile. "Sense it with your heart, and you'll know how to use this energy."
Orochimaru stood still for a moment, then instantly appeared on the opposite side of the training room. The next second, pure energy erupted from Orochimaru's body.
After Orochimaru's continuous attempts, the increased attack power was similar to his previous Sage Mode. The difference was that the breakout in this mode made the energy easier to control and put less strain on his body.
"How is it?" George asked.
"It's a different Sage Mode. I have more precise control over the energy. At that speed, even the Flying Raijin Jutsu wouldn't be able to keep up with me in close combat," Orochimaru said after experiencing it.
"Not bad. You already know enough Ninjutsu. In Sage Mode, very few people are your opponents so that I won't add any other Jutsu for you." George nodded and said, "You can now work on the Rinnegan. Copying the Sharingan is not a problem for you."
"Absolutely, Daimyo-san."
George returned to the Daimyo's Mansion, which had basically become the administrative centre. When George was not present, Tsunade handled government affairs on his behalf.
George returned to the backyard and saw Tsunade and Princess Miyu leisurely drinking tea.
George had been gone for over a month. Between his dealings in the Arabian Peninsula and negotiating naval contracts, his return to the Hidden Leaf had been long overdue.
As he walked back into the Daimyo's Mansion, the once-familiar halls felt distant, echoing his long absence.
He found Tsunade and Princess Miyu seated in the backyard, quietly drinking tea. The sun was warm, the air soft, but the tension hung unspoken.
They noticed him enter. Neither moved.
Tsunade raised her teacup slowly, masking the tremble in her hand. She hadn't expected him back yet, and she hated how much she had missed him.
Princess Miyu simply looked at him. Calm, unreadable. But when George sat beside her and rested a hand on her waist, she leaned in, just a little enough to show she had missed his presence.
George wrapped his arms around them. "You both look like you've ruled the world in my absence."
Tsunade snorted. "Only because someone left the job behind."
George chuckled, but his eyes softened. "You did more than I could have asked. I mean that."
He reached for Tsunade's hand, this time slower, firmer. She didn't slap it away.
That night, they didn't speak of politics, of powers, of war,Ā just touch, warmth, and silence.
By morning, the three of them rested.
George had given tattoos to both Princess Miyu and Tsunade, but their purposes were different. The tattoos on Princess Miyu were primarily for defence and warning, as George did not expect her to have very high combat power.
In contrast, the tattoos on Tsunade included abilities such as the Speed Force, Sage Mode, and various defensive spells.
After comforting his partners, George began organising the Konoha ninjas. Konoha's ninja village had already been relocated near the capital, serving as an external defensive force.
According to the latest statistics, the Land of Fire had a total of 25,000 ninjas consisting of 500 elite Jonin, 5,000 Chunin, 20,000 Genin, and 100,000 ordinary samurai.
This was a significant number. Currently, George was unable to inject the Super Soldier Serum into everyone, nor could he grant all of them the ability to wield curse marks.
The reason was simple: distributing so much power at once would be overwhelming for him. Therefore, George decided that over the next year, he would gradually convert these 120,000 armed forces into his borrowers in batches.
When that time came, he anticipated not only a substantial return of energy but also the ability to unify the Ninja Planet with ease.
However, before proceeding, he was aware that there were still hidden dangers that needed to be addressed.
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Spin-off: "Everything Has a Label Now"
(Standalone Orwell consolidation scene -1,534 words)
The room smelled like old ink and burned paper.
Jiaying stood alone in what had once been the central communications hub of the eastern camp. Now, it was something between a file graveyard and a merger war zone.
Half-torn letterheads, outdated seals, and shredded binders were laid out across long tables with no discernible pattern, just the inevitable chaos that comes before systems click into place.
Last-known company names organised stacks of folders. A handwritten placard sat on the corner of each pile: Blackshield, Silverline, Wells Fargo, everything else.
Bucky walked in with a slow gait, one arm still wrapped from the last mission. He glanced around, saw the mess, and whistled low.
"You building an empire or burning one down?"
Jiaying didn't look up. She was halfway through editing a document on a typewriter that had seen better years.
"Both, if we're lucky."
He walked over to the nearest pile, picked up an old PL file. "Remember when this was all just some shady private military shell?"
"Still is," Jiaying muttered. "We're just calling it something official now."
He eyed the cover. "What are we calling it?"
Jiaying yanked the last sheet from the typewriter and clipped it into a folder.
"Orwell Holding Group."
Bucky raised an eyebrow. "That's it? No mythical beasts? No Latin? No secret acronyms?"
"Nope."
"Huh." He dropped the folder. "Sounds like a guy who files lawsuits and drinks room-temperature gin."
"Exactly."
Jiaying stepped around the table and began stamping the new logo onto the final round of formal company rollovers.
Each firm that used to operate as an independent front, some with full office buildings, some just a P.O. box and a silence clause, was now rolled cleanly into Orwell.
Everything that wasn't Blackshield, Silverline, or Wells Fargo was losing its identity.
"Those three stay as-is?" Bucky asked, pointing.
"Legacy brands," Jiaying said. "Public trust. You don't rename a knife once everyone knows it cuts."
Bucky nodded, stepped closer to the Wells Fargo pile. "Funny. The bank's older than the war. Older than most wars. Feels wrong seeing it in this room."
"Everything ends up in rooms like this eventually," she said. "Paper's cheap. Memory isn't."
Bucky leaned against the table, one boot resting on a broken crate. "So what happens to the rest?"
Jiaying walked him through it as she worked.
"Blackshield keeps its name, becomes the face of our military and private defence contracting. Silverline handles all media and documentation, as well as propaganda if necessary. Wells stays Wells.
Everything else, including transport, technology, infrastructure, intelligence, and energy, gets absorbed under Orwell's name. Orwell Core Energy. Orwell Global Infrastructure. Orwell Strategic Development. Orwell Medical."
He frowned. "Sounds sterile."
"It's supposed to."
"You think people'll buy into a name like Orwell?"
"They won't even notice it."
She closed another file, checked it off a long handwritten list, and moved to the next one.
"Half the world doesn't know who owns what anymore. That's the goal. Orwell becomes the thing behind the curtain. The logo on the paper your paycheck comes from, but not the one you tattoo on your chest. That's for the subsidiaries."
Bucky crossed his arms. "And who's in charge of all this when you're out cold?"
"I don't sleep that deeply," she said flatly.
A long moment passed.
Then she added, "George is the public face: vision, diplomacy, long-term planning. I handle day-to-day execution. Logistics, command lines, supply chains. Which general gets what, which factory switches from medicine to parts, which film gets shelved because it shows the wrong skyline?"
"You're CEO now," Bucky said.
Jiaying tilted her head. "General Operations Manager."
"Same thing."
She didn't argue.
Outside, the wind shifted. A distant truck backfired twice, then rumbled off. Rain tapped at the canvas edge near the doorway.
The room felt insulated, but it wasn't warm. This was the kind of space where decisions outlived the people who made them.
Bucky picked up a folder labelledĀ ORWELL STRATEGIC MEDICAL HOLDINGS and flipped through a few sheets.Ā "What happens when all this gets too big?"
"It already is."
"NO, I mean, when it starts to show, People asking questions."
"They can ask," she said. "Just not anyone who knows the answers."
He let the folder drop. "Remind me not to bring you flowers."
"You wouldn't know what kind to buy."
They both smiled, faintly, briefly.
Jiaying returned to work. Bucky walked around slowly, stopping now and then to flip something over, read a note, or study a form.
"You ever feel like this is too clean?" he asked finally.
Jiaying paused, looked up. "No. I feel like it's just clean enough to look legal."
He nodded. "That's what I meant."
Silence stretched out again. Not heavy, just deliberate.
"You staying on?" he asked after a while.
"Of course I'm staying on, I am looking after this crap."
"I mean, you got all this power, and it's been, what? Two years since you even joined up?"
Jiaying looked up, raising an eyebrow.
"Power's not about how long you've had the seat. It's how fast you rearrange the table, and Barnes, if my memory serves me correctly, you joined not too long before me, hmm?
Bucky watched her a second longer, then looked down at his arm. The wrap was stained. He flexed his fingers once, then twice.
"Guess that makes me your security consultant."
"You always were. Just didn't have the salary."
"You'll backdate it?"
Jiaying nodded. "If we long enough for payroll to matter."
Another folder, another stamp. The Orwell logo in black ink, fresh and permanent.
Everything had a label now.
By the time George walked in, the room was nearly quiet again.
He glanced around. No expression. Just a flick of the eyes across the tables, the piles, the reams of paper, and vanishing names. Jiaying didn't stop working. Bucky didn't move.
George picked up one of the new folders at random. Read the title. Set it down again.
"You done?" he asked.
Jiaying nodded. "Everything that needed a name has one. Everything that needed to die, died on paper."
George straightened the cuff of his coat. "Good."
He looked at Bucky. "Still here?"
Bucky raised a brow. "Still not dead."
George smirked slightly, then turned to leave without another word. The flap fell closed behind him.
Jiaying finally stepped away from the table. Her shoulders were stiff.
Bucky watched her.
"You know, we should probably burn all the old stamps. Just in case someone gets creative."
"I'll handle it."
He stretched his neck. "Don't suppose we get jackets."
She raised an eyebrow. "With the Orwell logo?"
"No. With our names off them."
She didn't answer. Just walked to the back shelf, grabbed a matchbox, and started gathering old folders.
"Careful there," Bucky said. "That's the history you're lighting up."
"Exactly."
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