At the market in Dearborn Port.

Bill looked at Fang Yuan squatting in front of a small stall strangely.

Although this market is very prosperous, its management is very chaotic. Many stalls occupy the road area and are almost difficult to walk - this is also the favorite place among Goldfingers.

Fang Yuan visited a book stall.

Various books are piled up in scattered together, emitting a certain musty smell.

Here, there is a large piece of cooked cowhide as the cover and parchment as the content, as well as a very scattered straw paper, and a strange scroll.

However, the quality is not very good. In addition to insect worms, there are many seawater erosion and unknown filth marks.

Obviously, it is no different to letting pirates understand the principles of protecting knowledge.

"Well, very strange words seem to come from different countries..."

Fang Yuan glanced a few times and found that some of the texts on it were very interesting.

"Of course, this gentleman... these books from that mysterious East!"

The stall owner was a skinny middle-aged man who smiled at Fang Yuan and showed his black and sparse teeth.

Just from his physical signs, Fang Yuan concluded that this was an old sea dog, and it was probably a retired pirate.

"Come on..."

When Bill heard this, he immediately rolled his eyes and interrupted, "I can't say anything else, but the ones in these books are obviously written on the Star Islands!"

These sub-vendors like to associate their goods with the East, which means double the value.

"I swear, most of it is really obtained from an Eastern merchant ship!"

The stall owner swore confidently, pulling his collar, revealing a centipede-shaped scar on his belly: "See, in order to get it... I was stabbed in the chest like this!"

“…”

Fang Yuan was speechless: "You are sure that this scar was not what you pasted on it, and the top was starting to fall off. Next time I remember to find someone with better skills..."

"Oh...Damn it!"

The stall owner turned red and covered his clothes as if nothing had happened: "Dalaman is still known as the best tattoo artist nearby."

"Okay, I'm not a sucker anyway. You're dreaming of the price of three gold gallons... However, I do have some interest in Eastern culture!"

Fang Yuan picked out a few large bricks at will: "There are a total of one gold gallon!"

"God, why don't you kill me!" The stall owner immediately blushed, as if Fang Yuan was going to take his life: "It is impossible to have less than five Jin Jialongs!"

"Two!"

"Four gold and four silver ners, I will not give in!"

...

“Go to find a bar!”

After a moment, Fang Yuan paid three gold gallons and got what he wanted.

"Sir Captain... do you know Oriental Words?"

Bill followed Fang Yuan and asked with some anticipation.

"No...I don't know!"

Fang Yuan rubbed his fingers against the cover of a large brick.

The inner pages of this book are made of parchment paper, which has a sense of historical heaviness, and the dark red cover has a hint of mysterious atmosphere.

Hurry!

He used a little force with his right hand to tear open the cover, and immediately pulled out a broken map from the interlayer.

"Treasure Map?!"

The eyes of pirates such as Bill were lit up.

After pirates robbed, they often find a hidden place to bury their savings. In order to avoid forgetting themselves, they will also draw various treasure maps.

Of course, the value of it cannot be confirmed.

Nine out of ten treasure maps circulating on the market are forged, and even if the remaining one is found according to the map, it may only be a small bag of copper grater or worthless torn socks.

Only a very few truly lucky people can discover the treasures left by the pirates and achieve wealth overnight.

"It's just a broken picture. Before I get it all together, I can't see where it wants to take us, and what's waiting for us..."

Fang Yuan stuffed the fragments into his pocket indifferently, but he didn't think so contempt he saw on the surface.

After all, his system has given a clear reminder that this seemingly inconspicuous treasure map fragment actually has the characteristics of never being damaged and is an extraordinary item, which is a bit interesting.

What it points to must not be too ordinary.

“Pig Head and Chimney Bar?”

Fang Yuan raised his head and looked at the name of the bar, speechless.

It was not yet evening, and there were not many people in the bar. They directly found a relatively empty corner, ordered honey barbecue and a large glass of beer, and feasted.

"Boss, the businessman is here!"

Just as Fang Yuan beer was halfway through, Bill came back, and there was a man in black with a high collar following him.

"The new captain of the Mockingbird? I, McGel, is honored to serve you!"

McGel said in a passionate and false tone: "I wonder if I can show me the list of goods?"

"sure!"

Fang Yuan handed over a piece of parchment paper, which showed the types and quantity of spoils harvested this time.

"Um?"

McGel's expression was calm, and there was no sign of happiness or anger, but Fang Yuan grasped the uneasiness in the other person's heart from the slight tremor of his body and palms.

"There are a lot of things... It's a bit troublesome to take action... But since this is your first time doing business with our Chamber of Commerce, we must give you a good price...two thousand gold gallons!"

The person with the right index finger of the connector bent and buckled the tabletop.

"Too few... My valuation of these goods is three thousand gold gallons, and once you transfer, you can sell at least five thousand gold gallons!"

Fang Yuan shook his head.

“But…we also take the risk of distribution!”

McGell stressed that he tried his best to keep the price down.

"No matter how big the risk is, it will not be greater than our real-life pick-up of goods from merchant ships!"

Fang Yuan said lightly: "Three thousand golds, Jialong, can't even lose a single son."

"impossible!"

The connector flatly refused, but did not get up and leave, which made Bill's eyes lit up.

When talking about business, it is naturally a process of going back and forth, constantly testing the bottom line. If you don’t leave directly, you still have to talk about it.

In the end, the two sides directly agreed that 2,700 gold gallons were a relatively suitable price.

In this regard, this linker is at a disadvantage.

Fang Yuan saw through his inner thoughts, and knew that this batch of goods was very popular, so he naturally had an advantage.

"We have given great sincerity to this price..."

McGel repeatedly emphasized: "But because it is the first transaction, our chamber of commerce is willing to make a friend like you!"

"Of course, I wish our friendship lasts forever!"

Although he knew that in the eyes of pirates and the Chamber of Commerce, the so-called friendship was nothing, Fang Yuan still did a full set of shows and raised his glass to greet him.

"When I go to mobilize funds, we trade on the dock, how about it?"

More than two thousand gold medals are not a small amount, and sellers also need time to raise the money.

"Can!"

Fang Yuan nodded, came to the bar again, threw a silver nhal over.

"Dear Your Excellency, what can I do to serve you?"

The bartender behind the bartender smiled.

People like them often also serve as intelligence officers, and here they can be regarded as the most well-informed type of people.

"Well, I'm a captain, and I need to recruit some seafarers, and there's a first mate and a navigator!"

When it comes to this, Fang Yuan feels a little sad.

Most of his team are prisoners, and his authority is very unreliable.

If it weren't for the wonderful ability to show one after another and being extremely generous in taking action, maybe this time I would have become a lonely man.

Even with the previous preparation, I guess there will be less manpower after going back this time.
To be continued...