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Now that's what I called Boss

There are only two types of Boss on tis' Earth.

One that listens, and the other only talks. There is a third type which is very rare breed that listens and talks. Lucky for you if have that third type of Boss, treasure it. The rare breed is like a magic goblin that comes to your life once in awhile, and then vanish into thin air (Touch wood).

The Captain do not have the luxury of a rare breed at this moment of life, yet.

The Captain picked up his courage and talked to the Boss about something important that is beneficial to the ship. He told the boss to get goods from the local inhabitants in the island. Before he could finish his sentence, his boss snapped him off by telling the Captain that the island up north called Republic of Porcelain has better quality, and they provide goods made of gold. 

The Captain waited for the Boss to finish his sentence, and then Captain replied, "Yea, the local here too provide goods made of gold."

The Boss stunned.





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Apparently, the word "quality" has a new definition. The Captain is now sailing in a sea where "good" quality belongs to the Republic of Porcelain. 

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