Reborn As a Pirate

　　 An hour later, Lorraine returned to the dock with two sturdy workers, and saw a magical scene in his eyes.

　　Lake stood on the deck vigorously, chatting and laughing with three well-dressed gentlemen.

　　 There are a dozen dockers on and off the ship who are busy unloading cargo.

　　 Their actions are standard and neat. A group of people line up in long rows, picking up the vegetables from the bottom compartment like an assembly line, transporting them off the ship, sending them to the large carriage parked aside, and stacking them neatly into the carriages.

　　 Lorraine squeezed onto the boat with a question mark in his head, and brought the workers he hired to Lake: "Sir, this is..."

"Little Lorraine, let me introduce you." Lake laughed and dragged Lorraine into the crowd. "Mr. Martin, Mr. Thomas and Mr. Pete. They are generous local merchants who just bought our entire ship. "

　　 Lorraine saluted the three gentlemen, and after a few polite greetings, he apologized and put Lycra aside.

　　 "Sir, did you say just now?"

　　 "Uh..." Lake's face flushed slightly, "I just got off the boat... Mr. Pete happened to be on the side."

"Then what?"

　　 "He apologized for the coachman's jokes about my behavior and invited me to eat at his restaurant. I heard that he was doing catering, so I tried to tell him that our boat was filled with fresh vegetables."

　　 "Then he ate all the goods?"

　　 "For him, we have a lot of goods." Lake seriously corrected Lorraine's words, "So he contacted a friend, Mr. Martin is a tavern, Mr. Thomas is a loan shark..."

　　 Lorraine said in disbelief: "In order to buy vegetables, they still borrow usury?"

　　 "What are you talking about!" Lake hurriedly dragged Lorraine further, "Mr. Thomas has more than 30 thugs and needs ingredients. He is a buyer!"

　　 A ship of vegetables, three buyers, and Lake used seasickness to sell the goods at a high price of thirty-six pounds.

　　Considering that the cost of this cargo is less than 28 pounds, Lake’s spit, spit out nearly 30% of the profit.

　　 This money is too easy to make...

　　 Lorraine looked at Lake with a complicated expression: "Sir, you may be a born businessman..."

　　 "Really?" Lake liked this compliment very much, "Little Lorraine, why did you go just now?"

　　 "I'll find some people to clean up the traces of your spellcasting along the way..."

　　 Regrettably, as a devout Protestant, Lake denies his relationship with witchcraft.

　　 In his opinion, Mr. Pete was his first noble person in Black Harbor. He not only bought out the dishes of the Attis Chamber of Commerce, but also introduced him to his second noble person, Mr. Thomas, who gave him a loan shark.

　　 Lake heard from Mr. Thomas that a black market merchant was recently selling a batch of porcelain from the East. The quality was high and the price was low.

　　 This coincides with the information Lake bought from the broker.

He was so excited that he immediately left Lorraine to watch the ship, got into Mr. Thomas’s carriage and entered the port area with great interest, ready to take advantage of this demon wind and buy exquisite oriental porcelain from the black market merchant named Old Barry. Plymouth went to make a fortune.

　　 Lorraine could only respond with a wry smile.

　　 So, into the night.

The cargo on the ship was emptied, and Mr. Martin and Mr. Pete took the workers away with a full load. The workers hired by Lorraine also finished their work. The new stern compartment was clean and tidy, and the smell of seawater was overflowing everywhere. Smell it again. There is no strange smell.

　　Lorraine is satisfied with the cleaning effect.

　　 He happily paid one shilling per person, and then put away the ship board, sitting on the deck bored, staring at the clear sky in a daze.

　　 The pier at night is very peaceful.

　　 The daytime vitality can not be found in the harbor, and there are sporadic lights left by the boats at the berth, silent everywhere, no one is near or far.

　　 Everyone ran to the port area.

　　 There are solid land, enchanting women, and spicy liquor, each of which is a demon enough to make sailors sell their souls.

　　 Do not spend the last penny on their bodies, they are absolutely reluctant to board the ship and leave the port.

　　 Lorraine suddenly missed the heir.

　　 There is Sir Layton there, he never needs to worry about his vigorous energy nowhere to vent, unlike now...

　　 He actually wants to tie the knot again.

　　 Are you crazy?

　　 I only played once two hours ago...

　　 He stood up anxiously, dashed up the sails in a few strides, and climbed to the high observation deck.

　　 At an altitude of 22 meters, the moon in the sky was within reach. At this time, Lorraine felt a trace of peace.

　　 "It's weird..."

　　 He stretched out his palm to circle the circle, circled the brightly lit port not far away at the center of the circle, frowning in thought.

　　 Since returning to the sea again, his energy has become extremely vigorous.

　　 In the previous three days, he alone operated the Attis Beauty with a standard crew of eight people at sea, and he was also distracted to take care of Lake, a land duck. He slept less than two hours a day, but he never felt energy down.

　　 Today, there was a good journey, and when he arrived at Black Harbor, he had nothing to do. At the dead of night, he simply became irritable.

　　 There is a fire in his heart. In the fire, something is about to come out...

　　 Are you sick? Still eager for success?

　　Thinking about it, Lorraine saw the troika driving out of the port area, with a fat Lake sitting on the cowl of the lead car, waving to him excitedly from a distance.

　　 "Little Lorraine! Put down the deck! Open the bottom deck! We are going to make a fortune!"

　　...

　　 is going to make a fortune...

　　 Standing side by side with Lake on the stern deck, Lorraine watched seven or eight sturdy men walking awkwardly on the boat, carrying bags of spices into the bottom compartment, not only suspicious, but also vigilant.

　　 Spice is the harvest of Lake’s trip.

　　 He followed Mr. Thomas to discuss business in Old Barry’s warehouse. He planned to choose a set of Oriental porcelain at a reasonable price and return to Plymouth to make a lot of money.

　　 Lorraine never thought that Lake could make a lot of money.

　　 Although it is impossible to tell the authenticity of porcelain, ancient and modern, Lorraine knows the depth of the porcelain industry better than ninety-nine percent of Europeans.

　　What blue and white porcelain, cloisonne, Junjiao, Dingjiao, Doucai porcelain...

　　 Porcelain is a work of art, and its value is never judged by weight. Lake is just a qualified cobbler, what can he know?

　　 The best result of his trip was to find a tea set that was beloved by the upper class in England. Because tea sets have the attributes of both luxury goods and daily necessities, as long as they look better, they will not lose money in any way.

　　 But who knows, Lake actually bought a full three carts of spices, nearly 500 catties...

　　 Things suddenly became weird.

　　 Lorraine subconsciously touched the saber on his waist and asked in a low voice, "Sir, don't you think things went too smoothly today?"

"It's all God blessing us." Lake gratefully drew a cross on his chest. "Little Lorraine, more than four hundred catties of spices...Even if it's just inferior goods soaked in sea water, we can transport it back to Plymouth. Easy to sell one hundred pounds. That is more than 250% profit!"

　　 "That's the problem, isn't it?" Lorraine frowned. "Spices are not as easy to trace as porcelain. If it can be sold for a hundred pounds, why does Barry sell it for forty pounds?"

　　 "He doesn't have a boat!"

　　 "Sell it to the French?" Lorraine pressed, "This is a spice. It is in short supply in Europe!"

"This..." Lake finally awakened a bit, but it was still unavoidable. "Little Lorraine, Mr. Barry is a black market merchant, and specializes in the supply and marketing of pirates. I guess his identity should be a wanted criminal. Once he leaves the black port, he has to Go to jail."

　　 "You thought he was a wanted criminal, so you still dare to do business with him?"

　　 "This is a black port..."

　　 Lorraine felt a threat.

Dunninger said that when the profit reaches 10%, the merchant will be ready to move; when the profit reaches 50%, the merchant will take the risk; when the profit reaches 100%, they dare to trample on all the laws of the world; and when the profit reaches 300% of the time, they dared to risk hanging.

　　Lake is now obviously overwhelming and taking the risk, but old Barry seems too sensible...

　　 "Sir, I think..."

　　 "Two distinguished gentlemen."

　　 A humble greeting suddenly came from behind his ear. Lorraine's hair was terrified, and he subconsciously protected Lake behind him, and his hands were also tightly gripped on the hilt of the sword.

　　 He turned around and saw that the speaker was the leader of the spice worker. He seemed to be a little frightened by Lorraine's reaction. He stepped back and was cautious.

　　 "Sir, I am a worker under Mr. Barry, look..."

　　 "We know who you are." Lorraine squinted and interrupted him, "Is your work done? Why do I see more than half of the spices in the carriage, but you are hanging out in front of us?"

　　 The leader swallowed, crossed Lorraine, and looked at Lake sincerely.

　　 "Sir, there are too many goods, and the workers have been working hard for another day...Can you ask the people in the boat for help? We are willing to allocate appropriate remuneration."

　　Lake shook his head apologetically: "Sorry, there are only me and Lorraine on this ship, and there are no other sailors."

　　 "Really?" The leader took a few steps back, and even his voice became low.

　　 His voice and his response made the scene suddenly become tense. Lorraine drew out his sword with a cry, regardless of Lake's objection, pushing him until the stern, unable to retreat.

　　Lake is both struggling and nervous. UU reading www.uukanshu.com also scores God to pay attention to his most cherished reputation, and mumbles along the way: "This is very impolite. Educated people shouldn't be questioned!"

　　 "Sir, that's enough!" Lorraine led the sword, lowered his shoulders, and stuck to God, "He doesn't care if you are lying, he just wants to know if there are any of us on the boat."

"Eh?"

　　 The leader in the shadow laughed.

　　 "What a clever boy, and very brave."

　　 He paused, and seven or eight big men with knives walked out behind him and lined up.

　　 They are all former spice workers.

　　 The chief took the scimitar from one person, waved it twice, and looked at Lorraine with a grin.

　　 "A lifeless kid who met a stupid master, no wonder you dare to do business with merchants in the black port without the approval of the black port committee..."

　　 "What are you...doing!" Lake said in a horrified voice, "Mr. Barry...Mr. Barry..."

　　 "Your friend Mr. Pete went bankrupt. In order to prevent his beautiful wife and daughter from falling into the dust, he paid you and your ship to the creditor, Mr. Thomas."

　　 The leader explained with a smile.

　　 "Mr. Martin of the committee is a witness, proving that you did not get the permission of the committee to trade in the black port. In this way, you will lose the protection of the black port law."

　　 "Mr. Thomas sold you to Mr. Barry. It's not expensive, with a boat, and a hundred pounds. It just pays off Mr. Pete's arrears and Mr. Martin's remuneration."

"So, on behalf of Mr. Barry, I declare that you and your property will belong to the Barry Chamber of Commerce from this moment on." The leader raised his knife, and said every word, "Accept your fate, British guy. Those who follow are prosperous, those who rebel... Death."