Angel investor in the One Piece world

North Street in Rogge Town is the town's slum. The houses are low and the streets are narrow. Clothes hanging haphazardly on clotheslines between the houses further deprive the town of sunlight.

Allen walked with his head held high, smugly strolling down the sewage-filled streets, flashing a triumphant smile at everyone he encountered.

"Allen, you didn't actually get an investment from Moretti Bank, did you?"

Some people knew that he had signed up for Moretti's Dream Investment Program and, by sheer luck, had passed several rounds of screening and been invited to Moretti Bank for the final assessment.

"No great dream should be let down!"

Allen proudly proclaimed, "Lord Damian was full of praise for my dream and immediately decided to invest in me!"

"No way?"

The neighbors who knew each other looked at each other in bewilderment.

Did that dream of escaping reality actually win the favor of Moretti Damian?

Everyone was speechless for a moment as they watched Allen's arrogant back.

Is this guy really going to make it big?

However, if his research is indeed successful—

Hmm, that's good too!

"I'm back!"

Allen pushed open the door to his house.

In the cramped home, a woman washing clothes snapped, "You're back? Get the dinner ready!"

"Haha, I'm not going!"

Allen burst into laughter.

"what?"

The hardships of life have aged her somewhat, but she still can't hide the surprise in her once-beautiful eyes. "Say that again?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in astonishment.

"I don't care how many times I say it! The days when you could boss me around are over!"

Allen said arrogantly, "Lord Damian has agreed to invest in me! He'll help me build a laboratory, and he'll cover all my living expenses! From now on, I just need to focus on my research!"

"real?"

The woman's eyes lit up immediately. "You were really chosen? I've suffered for over ten years since I married you, and finally I can have something sweet?"

"You'll have plenty to eat from now on!"

Allen, chin still raised, said, "Once the research is complete, you can eat whatever you want."

"Oh? Really?"

The woman brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes glistening with moisture, exuding a seductive charm.

Allen shuddered. "I...I'll go cook."

He rushed into the kitchen with his head down.

The woman couldn't help but chuckle at his awkward expression.

As she laughed, she suddenly wiped her eyes.

That fool kept saying that to cure that disease, more cases were needed to determine the cause, so he inadvertently publicized his hidden illness, making it known to everyone and becoming a laughing stock among the neighbors.

Even so, he has never given up in the past ten years.

Are we finally going to see results?

Moretti Damian is such a good person.

Moretti Bank.

Damian, the kind man, was sorting through the newly received rebates.

"Young Master, there's something I don't understand."

Uncle Tyrone poured him another cup of tea, and asked with some curiosity, "Besides the possibility that Allen's research might have some promise, what exactly is the significance of the investment in the other three?"

To open a dessert shop for a single mother struggling with poverty.

Give a boat to a daydreaming teenager.

They recruited a thin, sickly man into the navy.

What is the point of this?

"Alan's research is quite promising."

Damian picked up the steaming cup of black tea and took a sip. "Once it's successfully developed, it'll probably be a huge hit."

"Perhaps, that is indeed the case?"

Even someone as knowledgeable as Tyrone was a little unsure: are there really that many people with multiple disabilities in the world?

"As for the other three, they don't matter, do they?"

Damian casually remarked, "Perhaps they'll come in handy someday?"

It has already come in handy.

The mother's dessert shop has been acquired, and the rebate she gave Damian was "The Complete Guide to High-End Desserts," which might come in handy when dealing with the Charlotte family in the future.

The boy who dreamed of becoming an adventurer also got the ship he wanted and has already set sail. He must be quite good with guns, as Damian learned the "Precision Shooting" ability from him.

Finally, the sickly man who wanted to join the navy, Damian made a phone call to the old colonel and immediately became a member of the Loguetown Navy. He should have some knowledge of navigation, and Damian received a "General Navigation Manual" as a reward from him.

By spending some money and favors, you gain knowledge and skills that would normally take most people a long time to acquire. Isn't that a great deal?

Seeing the young master's attitude, the old butler could not say anything more and could only remain silent. In the end, Damian was still in charge of the Moretti family.

The story of the four lucky men spread throughout the entire town of Loguetown in the shortest possible time.

Naturally, this sparked a second wave of excitement.

No one could have imagined that Damian's investment dream was actually serious!

The citizens went into a frenzy in the shortest time, and a large number of dreamers blocked the three branches.

Damian was naturally delighted with this, since his subordinates would conduct several rounds of screening for him, and not many people would ultimately reach him.

Meeting once every two weeks should be about right.

Thanks to this incident, the Moretti family's prestige soared again in Loguetown, and the direct consequence was that Moretti Bank's deposits increased once more.

"The deposits that were withdrawn during the previous bank run have all been returned two days ago."

In the manor's study, Butler Tyrone was reporting the latest developments to Damian: "Currently, our savings have increased by 30% compared to before."

"However, if you include the deficit inherited from the two branches, it's still far from enough."

"hole?"

Damian chuckled. "Where did the hole come from?"

Butler Tyrone smiled knowingly.

Looking at the young master with his warm smile, the old steward felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

This time, the Moretti family gained more than just two empty shells from the merger of the three banks.

Among the numerous assets of the two banks are shares in many companies in Rogge Town.

Needless to say, the numerous companies under the Loguetown Chamber of Commerce also received a large investment from Coney Butler in the name of the bank.

It's perfectly natural for businessmen to solicit investments from the banks they control; they don't even have to repay them, and the dividends go to them.

So now that both banks have been acquired by Moretti Bank, Moretti Bank has automatically become a shareholder of these companies.

In other words, the Moretti family's influence expanded to the point where it could reach every aspect of Loguetown in just a few days.

How could the old butler not be pleased?

Master, the young master has done even better than we expected!

[Ding! Congratulations on receiving a rebate: Military Combat Techniques!]

Damian was slightly taken aback by the sudden notification sound.

I remember Uncle Tyrone saying that before joining the Moretti family, he was the captain of the guard in a certain kingdom.

He turned his head, and sure enough, the seed on the old butler's head had blossomed and borne fruit.

Is that all?

Uncle Tyrone, are you satisfied with this? Do you think I've led the family to prosperity and growth?

Damian felt inexplicably sad.

Really,

Too insignificant.

Knock knock knock.

A knock came at the door.

"Come in."

Damian said it casually.

The door opened, and a beautiful maid dressed in an elegant black and white dress walked in respectfully. "Young Master, Miss Kuina has arrived."