There was a loud bang on the small beach.

The big man's big face, covered with flesh, twisted and deformed under Marcos' white fist. His neck made a "click" sound, and his huge body flew high. He was hit by Marcos' heavy punch and fell heavily on the beach, smashing a shallow pit.

"Hahaha!"

On the medium-sized cargo ship, several men standing at the bow laughed in unison.

"Sailor, you can't do it. This girl is protected by someone, you can't... Or, let the brothers come!"

Several men jumped up from the bow of the boat at the same time, landed heavily on the beach, grinning, and laughed at Heiniwei as if she was extremely ugly: "But the sailor's words make sense, beauty, say a price, you will always have a price!"

Marcos drew his sword with a gloomy face.

Several men laughed strangely at the same time: "Hahaha, are you going to fight with us?"

The black-skinned man who was beaten away by Marcos swayed and stood up. He shook his neck, made a harsh sound of bone rubbing, and walked back step by step.

His one-eyed eyes stared at Marcos and muttered gloomyly: "Boy, you have killed at least a hundred of them in the sea in the past ten years."

With his head tilted, the black-skinned man looked at Heiniwei again: "But none of the beauties I have ever worked with is as tender as you... Little girl, tell me the price seriously. For the sake of that old ghost Papasi, I will definitely give you money and I will definitely not play in vain."

Several men who rushed up the beach laughed strangely again.

On the beach, dozens of insane men showed fierce eyes and were moving their steps. They had already surrounded the black-skinned man and several men who jumped onto the beach.

"Okay." Hainiwei waved her hand: "You damn minions don't waste time here... Captain Blood Sail, do you still want to continue trading?"

The black-skinned man and several ugly men's eyes suddenly became extremely fierce. They all approached Henniwei, and then the subordinates around him held the weapons they carried with them at the same time.

Seeing an inexplicable conflict breaking out, a crisp whistle came from the cargo ship.

The fierce arrogance on the black-skinned man and several men disappeared immediately. They smiled all over their faces, their hands naturally drooped, and turned around and bowed to the cargo ship.

In the cargo ship's rudder cabin, a young man wearing tight breeches and a delicate cotton white shirt on his upper body. He was dressed neatly, with a pretty and white face, and his hands were white and slender. His temperament was like a composer's young man, who walked out slowly.

Standing on the cargo ship, the young man bowed deeply to Henneway and bowed: "Sorence, call me Sorens... My dream is to become a respected artist, not a blood sail captain. This title is too indecent."

Hainiwei raised her eyebrows and looked at the tall, pretty and outstanding young man with interest.

"So, Lord Sorens, let's start?"

Heinevey waved his right hand and a little golden light flew towards Sorens.

Sorens grabbed the flying golden light, which was half a piece of cut ice sea of ​​pounds. Sorens took out another half of the gold coins from his pocket, and the two gold coins were pieced together, just in a tight fit.

"Very good, you are indeed Papasi's person. Let's start and say hello to Papasi." Sorens grinned, his greedy eyes were like a mop stuck on the tar, and he brushed Henneway from head to toe: "However, it must be admitted that Papasi has an excellent beauty like you, and he has always been hiding it."

"I really hope that he was sent to the gallows this time. In this way, I will see you every time I trade in the future, right?"

Sorens smiled brightly.

Heinevey gave him a charming look: "His Excellency Sorens, you are well-informed... Oh, may the kind Muteste bless the poor General Papasi. But this does not affect our transaction, will it?"

Sorens hurriedly said, "Of course not, of course not, you can come here, which makes me happier than Papasi coming here in person."

The medium-sized cargo ship slowly leaned on the temporary trestle built on the beach, and more than a dozen shabby sailors walked out of the cabin and stood lined up behind the shabby guardrail.

A springboard was put down and landed heavily on the pier.

Sorens stood beside the springboard and stretched out his right hand to Henneway: "Beautiful Miss, I have this honor to invite you to board this... Damn, what is the name of this boat?"

The one-eyed black-skinned man on the beach looked up and shouted, "Captain, should this ship be called the Daisy? Or the Wild Apricot? It should be almost the name...hehe!"

Sorens smiled and said softly to Heinie: "Beautiful Miss, the same beautiful Daisy Number welcomes you!"

Heinevi stood there motionless, and she smiled and said, "I'm not interested in this boat. What's in the cabin?"

Sorens shrugged and walked along the springboard step by step to the pier, then separated the crowd and walked to Heiniwei without any warning.

"It's all good goods. In addition to this Daisy, I also brought hundreds of cargo ships outside, all good goods, so we will be very busy tonight."

Sorens whistled, and a man standing on the boat threw down an account book.

Sorens grabbed the account book with his backhand, opened it, and came to Henniewei, and gestured with his fingers on the account book line by line.

He got too close and felt a little tactful with Henniwei.

Marcos's face became extremely ugly, and the sword in his hand was trembling slightly.

"You see, there are 15,000 pounds of good white pepper and 3,000 pounds of saffron stamens. Well, these nutmegs are of good quality, and these little cardamoms can also be sold at a good price, especially these lilacs...wow, that's all the best!"

"Of course, there are these top-quality alpine coffee beans, and the nobles of Medland will go crazy for them."

"These teas, a total of 20,000 boxes, are all the best black teas. The beautiful lady is all the best black teas, with rich fragrance, and this quality is no need to mention."

Marcos was nagging and reported the precious goods recorded in the account book one by one.

There are many other things, similar to ordinary goods such as cotton, pottery, wine, rum, etc., which he and Henneway were too lazy to look closely.

Compared with those expensive spices, compared with those black tea and coffee that can sell at high prices, these cotton cloths, pottery and other things can be used as a trading match...

"Oh, by the way, beautiful lady, please see, there are some very amazing goods here." Marcos smiled and turned the account book to the last page: "The United Kingdom of Nice, the royal dye factory, has a huge expense, twenty pounds of purple dye extracted from conch."

In the woods behind the beach, Qiao stood in the shadow of a big tree, and the darkness became his best cover, covering him firmly. Several groups of peripheral patrols had already walked past him, but no one noticed him.

Joe squinted his eyes and looked at Heiniwei on the beach, Soros.

He murmured to Lan Mujin standing beside him: "Can you imagine it? The Imperial Rear Admiral, the commander of the Tulum Port squadron, actually colluded with pirates and sold stolen goods!"

Lan Mujin said softly: "What's more serious is what they traded to the pirates."

On the narrow path of the small slope, several four-wheeled carriages carefully followed the path to the beach. Marcos coughed heavily. Then Sorens raised his head as if nothing had happened and smiled: "Ah, are these cute good babies I want?"

A strong young man took a big wooden poke from a carriage.

Heinevey waved his hand, and Marcos whispered: "Torches and lamps, stay away... Damn, do you want to die?"

On the beach, everyone holding torches and lamps ran far away, but the blue light of the waning moon in the sky was sprinkled on the beach with weak energy.

Sorens threw the account book to the one-eyed black-skinned man. He couldn't wait to walk to the wooden barrel, his fingers were like iron hooks, and he unbuttoned the lid of the wooden barrel with a "click".

Inside the wooden barrel is granular gunpowder with black color.

Sorens grabbed a handful of gunpowder, put it in front of his nose and sucked it hard, and then sighed intoxicatedly: "Oh, what a cute smell, I like this smell... On the boundless sea, the smell of gunpowder brings me a sense of security."

Sorens smiled at Heinieway and said, "Beautiful Miss, ah, I don't even know your name... Well, come and feel the power contained in this smell, the power that can destroy everything!"

Hennyway smiled, then shook his head firmly: "His Excellency Sorens, all of them were transferred from the Navy's military warehouse, with excellent quality military artillery. I am very familiar with them. I am Hennyway. In the visible future, we will be partners for a long time, and I hope our cooperation will go smoothly."

Sorens giggled: "Just with your beautiful face, I believe our cooperation will be very smooth!"

After a little nervous smile, Sorens stared at Heiniwei's pretty face: "Don't you really want to have a cup of tea on the boat? I think since we are partners for a long time in the future, we should deepen our understanding."

Marcos stood beside Henneway with a gloomy face, as if he wanted to declare his sovereignty.

Sorens rubbed the granular gunpowder in his hand and gathered around Hennewei, using various ambiguous hints to constantly tease Hennewei and at the same time provoking Marcos' anger.

One by one, the big wooden poles were removed from the carriage and placed on the beach.

In the cargo ship, boxes of goods were carried out and neatly stacked on the carriage. Then the carriage was loaded slowly climbing up the small slope and hiding into the woods above the hillside. Several other carriages slowly descended to the beach.

After the cargo in the cargo ship was transported out, large wooden poles were filled into the cargo hold.

The cargo ship slowly left the pier and drove along the winding waterway to the outskirts.

Two cargo ships, one in front and one behind, drove in from the outer sea, slowly leaning on the pier, and then unloading the goods again and loading them.

After the big wooden pokes in more than thirty carriages were removed, Heinie nodded to Marcos.
Chapter completed!