Just as Morgan was about to plead with Roen not to dismantle his airship in anger, he suddenly noticed the rectangular "bricks" scattered all over the floor. He paused, then asked in confusion, "Roen, where did you get so many bricks? And they're so thin, you can't even use them to build a house."
He picked up a mobile phone and examined it repeatedly, as if studying a strange object. "But this thing feels just right in my hand; it'd be pretty good for hitting people like a brick," Morgan said, then actually tried to bite the phone with his beak.
"Be careful not to chip your teeth," Roen chuckled, continuing to organize the phones scattered everywhere, neatly arranging them on the table. Even though a single phone wasn't large, a stack of ten thousand of them filled the entire table, reaching the height of an ordinary cup.
"Roen, what exactly is this thing? And you're in much better shape than before, like a completely different person." Morgan curiously looked at the "brick" in his hand, found a button, and inexplicably pressed it.
At the same time, Roen's voice came: "This is a mobile phone, and it's a good thing."
"It lit up! It lit up! It's not going to explode, is it?!" Morgan suddenly exclaimed, almost dropping the phone.
"Don't worry, it's not a bomb." Hearing Roen say this, Morgan relaxed and curiously observed the phone, but couldn't make anything of it.
Roen smiled at Morgan's curious expression: "It's normal that you don't know. I'll teach you how to use it later." He then remembered Morgan's unique ability—he could communicate with birds and make them work for him!
His newspaper agency even relied on those carrier pigeons to deliver news to every corner of the sea! If so, he could use Morgan to sell phones worldwide and quickly increase his user base!
Then, Roen took out his own phone and taught him step by step: "Morgan, first of all, this is not a brick, it's not food, it's a mobile phone, an entertainment product. This button on the side is the power button and also the off button; just long-press it to turn it on or off. You try."
Morgan nodded and asked again, "I know that, but what's that music note-like icon on it?" He pointed at the TikTok app on the phone screen, somewhat curious.
"The icons on the phone are collectively called apps, and they are also a form of entertainment," Roen explained patiently, as Morgan was his first user.
"Click into it, and I'll teach you how to register."
Although there are no mobile phone cards in the Pirate World, registering for TikTok still requires real-name authentication, which can avoid a lot of trouble.
Soon, Morgan successfully registered, becoming the first TikTok user besides Roen! Roen also introduced the basic functions of TikTok to him, which was to scroll through videos, but there were no videos to scroll through right now, so they could only do something else.
"Roen, how did you get in there?!" Morgan scrolled to Roen's video; in fact, it was hard not to, because currently, Roen's was the only video in the entire TikTok library.
"I already told you that's a video I filmed."
"I want one too!" With that, Morgan aimed at his large bird face and, under Roen's guidance, filmed and uploaded a video.
"Alright, stop playing for now," Roen interrupted Morgan's desire to continue filming videos, "You follow me first, and you can send me direct messages or video calls if anything comes up later, but don't harass me."
"Direct messages? Video calls? What are those?" Morgan scratched his head, trying to process so many new things.
Half an hour later, Morgan finally understood how to use TikTok, his face full of novelty: "Huh! Roen, why isn't this avatar my photo? I want to use my handsome photo!"
"Simple, open the camera, flip the lens, take a picture, and upload it."
"What? Speak slower."
"First, open the camera."
"This thing… uh… a phone can also be used as a camera?" Roen then remembered that he had only taught Morgan how to use TikTok, not how to use the phone itself.
Finally, he spent another ten minutes teaching Morgan the basic functions of the phone.
After understanding the phone's basic functions, Morgan was completely stunned, then roared excitedly: "Damn it, why didn't you take out such a good thing earlier? What our news agency lacks is mobile phones!"
"Not only can I take photos anytime, anywhere, without even needing film! I can even record videos, oh my god, it's truly unimaginable!" In his excitement, Morgan opened the camera and snapped seventy or eighty photos of himself, until he picked a satisfactory selfie to use as his TikTok avatar.
What else could Roen say? He was also very frustrated. Who knew that unlocking the system required a secret code? If he hadn't grown tired of fighting and killing, he might never have unlocked the system until his death.
"You're amazing, Roen, how did you manage all this?!" Morgan incredulously took photos everywhere. It was so small and easy to carry, and crucially, it didn't even require changing film to record first-hand news—it was simply a divine tool for journalists!
"You've kept a lot from your brother…" Morgan's large bird eyes stared intently at Roen, as if trying to see right through him.
"Uh, would you believe me if I said this is my ability?" Roen scratched his head, somewhat unsure how to explain.
"What?!" Morgan shrieked, as if his bird tail had been stepped on, pointing at Roen and shouting in panic, "You said you wouldn't eat a Devil Fruit? Why did you suddenly eat a Devil Fruit?!"
Roen: ???
He actually believed that? That was perfect, he was too lazy to explain anyway, so he casually found an excuse to gloss over it: "After all these years, I don't know what a Devil Fruit tastes like, and to die without trying one would be a bit of a regret, so I ate one. But Devil Fruits are really disgusting, so gross!" Roen feigned a nauseated, about-to-vomit expression, which secretly delighted Morgan.
"Hahaha, Roen, can you give me a few more of these phones so that each of my employees can have one?!" Morgan didn't forget the main business, eagerly looking at Roen.
After all, if each of his employees had a phone, they could capture a large amount of first-hand news, and then his newspaper's influence would be even greater!
Roen knew Morgan would say that, so he pretended to hesitate for a moment before agreeing: "No problem, we're like brothers."
Morgan was overjoyed at the words, reaching out to grab dozens of phones and hugging them, cackling with delight.
"However, these phones are quite valuable, even with our relationship, you'll have to pay. One hundred Berries per phone will do."
"One hundred Berries!!!" Morgan was dumbfounded, looking at Roen in shock.
He had expected such high-tech phones to cost at least ten thousand Berries, but he never imagined they would be so cheap!
"Roen, you don't have to pity me, I'm not short on money!"
"I really am not pitying you. I don't rely on selling phones to get rich, and besides, what use is money to me?" Morgan suddenly fell silent for a moment.
Then, he looked up and solemnly gazed at Roen: "Roen, no more words needed. From now on, you are my big brother!"
With that, Morgan ran to the bed where Roen slept and, right in front of him, pulled out the box from under the bed. This lounge was originally his boss's lounge, and under the bed was where he hid his pocket money.
"There's one billion Berries in here, all for buying phones!"
"You're buying so many, can you even use them all?" Roen was very surprised, but then realized how thoughtless his question was.
"Hahaha, Brother Roen, my employees are spread across more than half the world! One billion Berries is only enough to buy ten million units, which is simply not enough!" Morgan's eyes burned with ambition, "My goal is to become the World News King!"
Roen shrugged, indicating he didn't care: "As long as there's money, my ability can mass-produce phones."
"First, find a secluded place to land; ten million phones won't fit here. Also, I have another condition."
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