The Invisible Mogul novel Chapter 2252

Moving back to Gerald and his party, it wasn’t long before the five of them arrived at the dock. Under the old man’s lead, they soon saw a small cargo ship—that had been anchored near the docks—bearing the logo of Yamashita family…

Before they even got to the ship, a man came running up to them before saying, “Third Elder! Just as you’ve requested, we’ve prepared enough oil in the cargo ship for you to head back and forth from Japan to Yanam up to three times!”

“Good job,” replied the old man as he patted him on the shoulder.

Feeling overwhelmed to be praised by the elder, the man immediately bowed before declaring, “I-I only did as I was ordered to!”

Once that person ran off, the old man turned to look at the others before saying with a smile, “Speaking of which, there are quite a few shops on this dock, so if you need anything, go ahead and get them. If nothing’s needed, then we can just set off now.”

“I mean… From my past experience, Gerald’s probably going to stop us from getting anything unnecessary! He says it’s a waste of money!” grumbled Aiden who would definitely love to get some snacks. Unfortunately, Gerald didn’t share the same sentiment.

“Hmm? Now who said anything about spending money?” replied the old man as his smile broadened.

Confused, Aiden then scratched the back of his head as he asked, “Um… How else are we going to get things…?”

“My boy, the Yamashita family owns this dock. I’ve already told them of our arrival yesterday, so feel free to get anything you want from those shops as long as the items can be brought up the ship,” replied the old man as he pointed at the shops that were in business.

Sitting beside the old man, Gerald then placed his new clothes aside before saying, “Well, that’s done with. Speaking of which, I still don’t know your name, sir.”

“Well, names aren’t really important, but if it helps, you can call me Senior Jobson,” replied the old man with a wave of his hand. Thinking back, it had been a few decades since he had used his real name. After all, to Jobson, names were simply a referential code that bore little meaning.

“Got it, senior Jobson,” replied Gerald with a nod as he noted down the old man’s surname.

Nodding in response, the old man then said, “So… what’s the plan?”