Just as Morgans was about to beg 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," Morgans said, then actually tried biting the phone with his beak.
"Be careful not to chip your teeth," Roen chuckled, then continued to organize the phones scattered everywhere, neatly arranging them on the table.
Even though a single phone isn't large, ten thousand of them filled the entire table, reaching the height of an ordinary water cup.
"Roen, what exactly is this thing? And you look so much better than before, like a completely different person." Morgans curiously looked at the "brick" in his hand, found a button, and pressed it as if by a strange impulse.
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 won't explode, will it?!" Morgans suddenly exclaimed, almost dropping the phone.
"Don't worry, it's not a bomb." Hearing Roen say that, Morgans finally relaxed and curiously observed the phone, but couldn't figure anything out.
Roen looked at Morgans' curious expression and laughed too: "It's normal that you don't know; I'll teach you how to play with it later."
He then remembered this guy's ability—he could communicate with birds and make them work for him!
His newspaper relied on those carrier pigeons to deliver to every corner of the sea!
If that were the case, he could use Morgans to sell phones all over the world and quickly increase the number of users!
Then, Roen took out his own phone and taught him step by step: "Morgans, first, this is not a brick, 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."
Morgans nodded and then asked, "I know that, but what's that music note-like icon on it?" He pointed at the TikTok app on the phone screen, a bit curious.
"The icons on the phone are collectively called apps, and they are also one of the entertainment programs," Roen slowly explained with great patience, as Morgans was his first user.
"Tap it, and I'll teach you how to register."
Although there are no phone cards in the Pirate World, registering for TikTok also requires real-name authentication, which can avoid a lot of trouble.
Soon, Morgans successfully registered and became the first TikTok user besides Roen!
Roen also introduced the basic functions of TikTok, which is to scroll through videos, but there are no videos to scroll through right now, so they can only do something else for now.
"Roen, how did you get in there?!" Morgans 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!" Morgans said, then, under Roen's guidance, aimed at his own big bird face and filmed and uploaded a video.
"Alright, stop playing for now," Roen interrupted Morgans' desire to continue filming videos, "You follow me first; you can send me direct messages and video calls if anything comes up later, but don't harass me."
"Direct message? Video call? What are those things?" Morgans scratched his head, his mind unable to process so many new things at once.
...Half an hour later, Morgans understood how to play TikTok, his face full of novelty: "Huh! Roen, why isn't this avatar my picture? I want to use my handsome photo!"
"Simple, open the camera, flip the lens, take a photo, and upload it."
"Wh-…what? Say it 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 Morgans how to use TikTok earlier, and hadn't taught him how to use the phone itself.
Finally, he spent another ten minutes teaching Morgans the basic functions of the phone.
After understanding the basic functions of the phone, Morgans was completely stunned, and then he 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, I can't even imagine it!" In his excitement, Morgans opened the camera and snapped seventy or eighty photos of himself until he chose a satisfactory selfie to use as his TikTok avatar.
What else could Roen say? He was also very depressed; who knew that unlocking the system also 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?!" Morgans incredulously took photos everywhere; it was so small and convenient to carry, and crucially, it didn't even need film to record first-hand news—it was simply a journalist's divine tool!
"You've been hiding it from your brother for so long…" Morgans' large bird eyes stared intently at Roen, as if trying to see through him.
"...Uh, would you believe me if I said this is my ability?" Roen scratched his head, somewhat at a loss for how to explain.
"What?!" Morgans shrieked, as if his bird tail had been stepped on, pointing at Roen and shouting in panic, "Didn't you say you wouldn't eat a Devil Fruit? How did you suddenly eat a Devil Fruit?!"
Roen: ???
He believed that?
That's good, 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 like this would be a bit regrettable, so I ate one.
But Devil Fruits are really disgusting, so gross!" Roen feigned a nauseated, about-to-vomit expression, which secretly pleased Morgans.
"Hahaha, Roen, can you give me a few more of these phones so my employees can each have one?!" Morgans didn't forget the main business and eagerly looked at Roen.
After all, if each of his employees had a phone, they could take a large amount of first-hand news, and his newspaper's influence would be even greater!
Roen knew Morgans would say that, so he pretended to hesitate for a moment before agreeing: "No problem, we're like brothers."
Morgans was overjoyed at the news, reaching out and grabbing dozens of phones, holding them in his arms and chuckling.
"However, these phones are quite valuable; even with our relationship, you'll have to pay.
One hundred Berries per phone."
"One hundred Berries!!!" Morgans was stunned, looking at Roen in shock.
He had expected such high-tech phones to cost at least ten thousand Berries, but he never thought they would be so cheap!
"Roen, you don't have to pity me, I'm not short on money!"
"I'm really not pitying you.
I don't rely on selling phones to get rich, and besides, what use is money to me?" Morgans suddenly fell silent for a moment.
After a while, he looked up and solemnly at Roen: "Roen, I won't say anything else, from now on, you're my big brother!"
With that, Morgans ran to the bed where Roen slept and, 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.
"This contains one billion Berries, all for buying phones!"
"Will you even use that many?" Roen was very surprised, but then he realized how thoughtless his question was.
"Hahaha, Brother Roen, my employees are spread across half the world!
One billion Berries is only enough to buy ten million units, which is simply not enough!" Morgans' eyes burned with ambition.
"My goal is to become the World News King!"
Roen shrugged, indicating it didn't matter: "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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