Black Sail
Chapter 266: CCLXVI. Empire Star Swaying

Chapter 266: CCLXVI. Empire Star Swaying

Swan had returned, and he had placed a letter by the side of each representative.

Now, Liszt solidly secured his position over half the territory.

And then came the main course.

Under Mo Yutong’s guidance, she went on to describe a new set of rules, a system that advanced upon the existing backbone framework, in a manner so simple that even a fetus could understand. Given the immutable decrees set by the Stele and Dragon, nobody could escape.

The general trend had been set, just as Liszt had anticipated.

The work originally from Londen City, coupled with the four thousand Golden Dragons recently withdrawn, meant that all the core members had quite a savings—conservatively, each held three to four hundred, enough for a frugal small capitalist to live for many lifetimes.

Having money, they gradually lost the concept of money, and driven by their respective ambitions, all the core members without doubt contributed their four thousand Golden Dragons to enter the lifelong board of directors.

These forty-eight thousand Golden Dragons could no longer be used individually, only for company affairs. The profits generated by this large sum would be distributed as quarterly dividends every four months.

Forty-eight thousand Golden Dragons was the registered capital.

According to the board’s voting, they could adjust the registered capital based on the company’s profitability.

For example,

when Black Sail’s total quarterly dividends reached ten thousand Golden Dragons, if some godly rich person also invested an amount of forty-eight thousand Golden Dragons equivalent to the registered capital, it would be impossible for them to split the earnings fifty-fifty, receiving five thousand per quarter.

Since it’s listed on the main board of Heaven Port, Black Sail didn’t need to register with anyone.

At that time, the board could vote to raise the registered capital to a satisfactory level; with the current profitability being very good and still soaring, the registered capital could be increased to four hundred and eighty thousand. At this point, even if the godly rich person invested forty-eight thousand, they would only be entitled to one-tenth of the dividends, which for ten thousand Golden Dragons of quarterly dividends, would amount to a thousand Golden Dragons every four months.

Of course, this is just a hypothetical scenario; a company with a net quarterly income of ten thousand is rare in this world, and no one can just casually invest forty-eight thousand, except for the most powerful of people.

Liszt had robbed the Upper Three Flags nobles from Aran and barely secured a bit over fifty thousand.

Black Sail Trading Company, one could say, made a splash as a giant since its inception, arriving on the East Sea as a super-large violence syndicate—oh, no, a business organization.

Mo Yutong was explaining the rules to a group of core members.

Now, general decisions required a majority vote from the board.

Whereas significant decisions required a two-thirds majority.

"I’m all for directors and dividends, my decision is just a straightforward approval."

Rein didn’t want to waste more words.

"Uh..."

Mo Yutong was speechless, knowing that Liszt might later pull Taylor and another big player into buying shares—this was no joke.

The rules set now were indisputable; future accounting had to adhere to this framework.

Mo Yutong had warned Liszt that he needed to secure a veto power to control the overall situation, but after deep thought, Liszt hadn’t done so.

She didn’t understand the world of Desperados.

The prerequisite for establishing a set of rules is to have the power to do so.

If he himself needed a veto right, then beyond the surface rules the reality was that he had already lost his ruling position.

Don’t think about setting rules; become the rule itself, subtly infiltrating everyone’s mind, so that supporting oneself meant supporting Black Sail.

"Does anyone else have any questions?"

Fen wanted to expedite the matter; those Golden Dragons were just for amusement, for basic needs and living expenses—he could never spend it all. His interest was in turning everyone’s money into public funds for his own research, for Fafna’s growth, for greater ventures. These fugitives had no brilliant ideas; he just needed them to hand it all over to him.

"I have a question. If I die, can others inherit my share?"

Claude asked.

Liszt was taken aback—brother, the year isn’t even over yet.

"You may transfer your share at any time, but you need to leave a document with me," Mo Yutong paused for a moment, "If you tragically perish, it automatically transfers to your direct relatives."

Liszt twitched—what are you playing at?

"Okay, I understand."

Claude was now a family man.

"I have a question."

Morison, who rarely ever posed questions, did just that.

"Go ahead."

Fen focused intently. Morison was undoubtedly the most troublesome person on the ship; one never knew when he might suddenly decide to do something.

"According to what this lady said, anyone can propose a project. For example, if I want ten thousand Golden Dragons to go to Lostra and engage in terrorist activities, form an army, and as long as it gets approved by the board of directors, I can set up a department, recruit personnel, and the money will be allocated. I can just get straight to work, right?"

Morison idly played with a Butterfly Knife, seemingly bored.

Wolman and Ox also perked up; this was extremely important to them, or rather, it was important to everyone.

"Of course. The plate is too big now, and everyone is all crowded together with no outlet for their strength, just like what Doringger did. Only by centering around Heaven Port and radiating out to other regions can we increase our influence."

Fen explained calmly.

"Terrorist activities are fine, make a big wave, and here we’ve come, right?"

Shadi had some old scores to settle, too.

"Mika, you’re now at the level of a board member, a big shot who enjoys the huge dividends from a mega-corporation. Can you stop reading those risqué novels? Do you have anything to say?"

Liszt was fully alert; perhaps the lengthy monologue from before bored Sir Mika, who was there reading Liu Bei.

"My decision is simply one of agreement."

Mika and Rein had similar attitudes.

"Since that’s the case, Archer, do you have any objections?"

Liszt took a deep breath.

"Not until the 15th, I’ll be going to the New Continent then."

Archer’s face was flushed, and his ears were red. He had heard that something big was going to happen tonight—a change in Black Sail that had never been seen before—and he had drunk a little to build up his courage,

"You should just rest up, okay?"

Liszt clapped his hands and continued, "The Black Sail Trading Company is thus established, and the ledger is with Mo Yutong. Every director can check the accounts at any time, keeping track of the expenditures. Once rules are set, they become iron laws. And now, it’s an open-world game, anyone can propose anything. As long as it gets passed by the board, you’re free to go ahead and do it."

Mo Yutong did not forget to add, "Currently, the company has 48,700 Golden Dragons on its books. The company’s vessels include the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge, Dawn Breaker, and Daffodil. The real estate located at Heaven Port includes Black Sail Inn, Moose Casino, the Time Changing Coffee Shop, the Skull Club’s main tower, the Twin Group’s old den hotel, and the two clubs’ name rights..."

Mo Yutong began to list off the assets.

"Just keep it on the books, no need to read them all,"

Liszt wasn’t particularly concerned about the earnings from those places; they wouldn’t add up to what Fafna could make in a year.

Mo Yutong found it odd that he had yet to see the so-called ’Mad Tiger’ and ’Fish Seller Fei,’ as if they only existed in conversation.

"Since that’s all been said, I have an idea."

Wolman was ambitious, and now with the means at his disposal, what was there to wait for?

Once in a position where his own safety was at risk, he couldn’t even think about taking the brothers from the Great Wetland with him, let alone having enough food to eat. Now that he had made it, some violent figures spent their nights sharpening knives under the flickering light of an uncertain star.

It was time to head back to the Great Wetland to bring over some people. He hadn’t been there to rob trains, but slaughtering Doringger would certainly require some effort. Black Sail was now a giant, and it couldn’t be left unchecked; he needed to expand his influence.

"The Dawn Breaker is communal property, right? I’d like to requisition it, as well as four hundred Golden Dragons in funding to go back to the Great Wetland and bring some brothers over. Right now, killing Doringger seems a bit risky."

Wolman stated calmly.

Liszt knew that Wolman would propose this sooner or later, but he hadn’t expected it to come so soon—such impatience to reclaim his country.

However, Liszt suddenly thought that this matter really needed to be expedited.

Once his and Doringger’s conflict became irreconcilable, it would be too late. By then, the former might blockade the sea and shut the gates to come after him.

The others said nothing, waiting for Liszt’s stance on the matter—this was serious business.

"I think it’s doable. Four hundred Golden Dragons, that’s small change,"

Liszt said offhand.

Meanwhile.

A fishing boat in the East Sea carried Gawain’s Heroic Level friends, who tirelessly made their way year after year.

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