Out of the habit of seeing money, the boss's hand moved slightly, but he didn't stretch it out, stared at him stunned for a while, his stunned face squeezed out a trace of smiler again, and said embarrassedly: "It seems that the two of you have made a lot of money and come back."

Santiago twisted his neck and raised his eyebrows, "Remember when you wanted to beat us both?"

"Lao Tzu can't wait to kill you!" The boss secretly scolded in his heart, his expression was ugly, and he had to pretend to be flattering, and said with a smile: "Don't dare, don't dare, I didn't know how to eat today's two people, I invited it!"

Santiago's mood right now is so cool!

When I was a laborer at the docks, I wore dirty and smelly labor clothes all day long, and when I came to the town on Sundays to join in the fun, I wanted to enter this restaurant for a meal, but I had to be cold-eyed by customers and waiters.

Thinking of the past, his brain was hot, and he shouted: "Today's meal for everyone, I invited!"

Hearing this, the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies in the dining room all raised their heads and looked at the strange rich man with amazed eyes, and there were a few pipes in the corner, who whispered for a while, got up with a glass of wine and walked over, with a polite smile on the corner of their mouths, wanting to make a friend.

In the town of Atlanta, wealth determines status! Just like Claude did in the early days.

No one cares where your money comes from, only how much you have.

As the saying goes, the poor and the rich look down on each other, Santiago's mind is still stuck in the civilian class, coupled with his hearty personality, he hates to associate with this group of pretending pseudo-gentlemen, and when he sees those people coming, he glared angrily and clenched his fists.

The men were stunned and unhappy, and then sat back in a daze.

"Well done. Zheng Fei said softly and gave him a thumbs up.

When the meal came, Zheng Fei asked for abalone with fresh soy sauce, and he remembered that he taught the chefs to make it.

Well, the taste is okay, and it doesn't spoil the good stuff.

Santiago was saddened, paying the price for his previous pretense, adding half a bowl of roasted thick butter to the fruit salad, which was not necessarily acceptable to the natives.

Pretending to be forced by himself, he had to finish it on his knees, Santiago made a painful appearance, took a deep breath, ate butter one bite at a time, and swallowed it with water.

After finishing the meal, Santiago proudly snapped dozens of silver coins, and the boss's eyes lit up, standing at the counter with a smile and a salute.

Now, all the diners know that Atlanta has a rich man, tall and strong as a bear, and very generous.

Out of the restaurant, Santiago burped, hot sweat oozing from his forehead, unbuttoned his leather jacket, butter was very calorious.

"Where are you going now?" his gaze wandered aimlessly down the street, pausing for a moment on the beggar on the corner, and then looking away.

He pulled out two silver coins and tossed them over.

The beggar was curling up in a tattered quilt and napping, thinking that it was another ignorant child throwing a stone at him, and opened his eyes impatiently, only to see the silver coins rolling on the ground, and suddenly climaxed, and stared up at Santiago in a daze.

Santiago just smiled at him and turned his head.

"Thank you, God bless you!" an old faint voice sounded behind him, full of gratitude.

Zheng Fei looked at Santiago in a smile, and said in surprise: "I didn't see that you are quite charitable." ”

"Hey, it's not easy. Santiago rubbed his hands together and said, "Where are we going now?"

"Hold the sack and follow me to the weapons shop!"

"It's heavy, hey, you know how to bully me!"

The weapons were on the other side of Atlanta, in the middle of nowhere, close to the outskirts of the city, but there were many hunters living nearby, who would often stop by the shop to find some goodies.

Walking to the front of the store, Zheng Fei saw a familiar scene-

The proprietor of the shop, oh, as if his name was Hobbes, was lying on a wicker chair with a cigarette butt between his fingers, and a beautiful woman with a bewitching figure with her eyebrows in her eyes, and rubbing her hand on her thigh.

The ambiguous atmosphere lingered throughout the shop, and the soft light of the fireplace fell on the face of the beautiful woman, adding to the charm.

"Don't be like this Hobbes, it's not good to be seen"

"This is the hell of a day, how can anyone wander the streets. ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the door frame was snapped, and when he turned his head to look, he saw two big men at the door, dressed in leather clothes and extraordinary, not a well-known rich man, but only a nobleman.

The beauty's face turned red with a snort, and she lifted the hem of her thick cotton skirt, hung her head, and ran out into the jewelry store next door.

She wasn't shy, she just felt ashamed, after all, half of Atlanta knew that her husband was an officer, and he only came back once in half a year, and everyone was rumoring that she had a leg with Hobbes, although she did have a leg, but it was not good to be bumped into after all.

Hobbes, who attempted to pick up a girl, suddenly had an unhappy face, if it weren't for the fact that these two guests didn't look easy to mess with, he would have been angry a long time ago.

"What do you want?" he raised his eyelids and slammed his pipe against the table, spilling the ash.

Zheng Fei took off his hat, took a few steps forward, and said, "Don't you know me?"

Hobbes wondered, thinking to himself when he had made such a good friend? He raised his head, looked at Zheng Fei carefully, and it took him several seconds to remember, and suddenly he realized: "Oh! It's you, the navigator, you're back! I thought you had swept things away!"

Zheng Fei smiled, admired the various exquisite daggers in the store, and said, "I said that I will definitely come back, integrity is the foundation of doing business." ”

With that, he motioned to Santiago, and brought the sack, which was the size of an oak barrel, to the table, and spread it out, full of white silver coins.

Hobston, in a hurry, got up from his chair, grabbed a handful of silver coins, and was stunned.

"Oh my God, there's at least three thousand, right?"

"Four thousand. ”

The coins were found in the cabins of the large frigates, from the exterminated pirates.

"It's all for me?" Hobbes's gaze was more greedy than the fire, he wanted to swallow the silver coin, and the firewood wanted to swallow the firewood.

Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows and said seriously, "No, what about another person?"

"Also?" Hobbes shook his head blankly, feigning dumbness.

"If I remember correctly, he was your commander in the army, with a scar on his face. After a short pause, Zheng Fei curled the corners of his mouth, stared at him and said, "At that time, you still respected him very much. ”

Hobbes lowered his head in contemplation, rolled his eyes uneasily, and after a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, he said: "Oh~ You're talking about Borg, he's not in Atlanta, he's going to France!"

Obviously, Hobbes's lying skills are very poor, and Zheng Fei easily saw the clue and glanced at Santiago.

Santiago pulled out his leather coat, as chic as a western cowboy, pulled out a short-barreled musket pinned to his waist, and pointed it directly at Hobbes's head, revealing his fierce light. (To be continued.) )