"Okay! It's too late, tomorrow you go discuss buying a boat, and as for Santiago, come with me to the city tomorrow." ”

"In town, you're not kidding, man?" said Santiago, glaring.

"Yes, aren't there any small towns near the docks?"

"Yes, Atlanta, but it's twenty kilometers away, and we'll have to walk step by step down that damn gravel road and back. ”

"Are you scared, Santiago, if you can't stand this, don't think about getting rich. After speaking in a deep voice, Zheng Fei drank half a glass of wine.

"Haha, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk and want me to carry it!" Santiago joked, pouting in agreement.

Relying on a small, dilapidated fishing boat, you can only sail inshore, so you can't make a fortune, except in the most primitive kind of business - fishing and hunting.

"Hopefully, people here have only eaten sardines. Zheng Fei muttered to himself, rubbing his eyebrows, thinking about going to the high-end restaurants in town tomorrow to see what expensive ingredients were missing from their menus.

Until now, he didn't ask Pitt and Santiago which country they were, or which continent they were, because he knew that it was a vain question, and the generation gap was too big, and who knew what they called Britain, France, and Portugal.

The language spoken here is Latin, and you must know that in the age of sailing ships, there were so many countries that Latin was spoken that it was impossible to identify.

Early the next morning.

The white belly of the fish in the east started a new day, Zheng Fei lay comfortably on the cargo box on the dock, watching the ant-like laborers come like high school students going to school while enjoying the sunrise.

He stretched, woke up the two guys, and after a brief warm-up, jumped out of the cargo box and began to carry the work. He planned to go to Atlanta after work, because there were many not-so-brilliant navigators at the docks, and he might be able to hear valuable information from them, and it was important to accumulate intelligence.

That's right, the three of them slept in the dock's container stack, just like the migrant laborers.

There are two types of workers at the Atlanta Pier, local and foreign, and locals can buy something to eat after work, enjoy a meal cooked by their wives, tell a story to their adorable children, and fall asleep in a comfortable bed.

As for the outsiders, the situation is much more bleak, they often go to the bar after work to drink two glasses, eat some bread, take a walk along the coast at night with the sea breeze, and finally find a few cargo boxes to fence off and become a simple hut, if it rains, they can only consider themselves unlucky.

Most of the money they earn goes to bars and the girls who stand on the street dressed up in bewitching clothes.

Pete is half a local, but he also lives at the docks, because his home is far away, more than 30 kilometers.

Zheng Fei was the first to move the container, and unlike yesterday's goods, the box was heavy, as if it was some kind of liquid, so he deduced that it was probably wine inside.

His employer, a handsome young navigator in a black printed suit and a white feather in his hat, stood by the ship and smiled as the laborers loaded.

"Hey, boss, what's in here?" Zheng Fei asked after moving the cargo box into the cabin.

"Refreshing wine!" said the employer with a hearty smile.

Guessed correctly, Zheng Fei nodded, wanting to continue to listen to something.

"Where are you going to make your fortune this time?"

"Cross the Aegean Sea and sell to barbarians with Damascus knives in their hands!"

Aegean, hearing this word, Zheng Fei frowned, turned his head to look at the vast sea, under the blue sky, the sea surface was calm and harmonious.

Could it be the Mediterranean? Could it be that the land under your feet is some country around the Mediterranean?

"Boss, where are you from?"

"Haha, guess what, there's one of the most famous churches in my hometown, called St. Peter's Basilica. ”

Zheng Fei was getting off the boat, and when he heard this, he stumbled and almost fell, and after stabilizing his body, he laughed, laughing from the bottom of his heart.

St. Peter's Basilica!

He loves Italy, its romance, its team, its food, its winding alleys of Venice, the idyllic scenery of Naples, all of which are so charming.

"Wonderful!" he exclaimed, feeling extremely satisfied and refreshed.

"Haha, you guessed it?" the employer asked expectantly.

"Of course, your hometown is Rome. ”

"That's right! I can give you an original bottle of red wine!"

"Thank you, boss, I wish you a smooth sail!" Zheng Fei said with a smile, and continued to carry the work with joy.

After knowing that this is Italy, he feels like he has found an oasis in the desert, and with a direction to go, even the salty sea breeze is so pleasant.

What was even more exciting was that the employer had just said that the trip was going to cross the Aegean Sea and sell wine to barbarians with Damascus knives in their hands, and he read a lot of information in a seemingly worthless sentence.

The Damascus knife originated in India, and then spread to Iran, Persia and other countries, and the employer went to West Asia to do business, indicating that the New World America had not yet been discovered in this era, otherwise, as long as a navigator would have traveled long distances to the Americas to pan for a pot of gold!

America - gold, precious stones, spices, vast undeveloped lands, a navigator's paradise!

"Endless treasures, waiting for me. He said in his heart that the motivation was multiplied.

The sun set in the sea, and several richly dressed overseers rode their horses away, going to the same place as Zheng Fei wanted to go, the town of Atlanta.

After work, Zheng Fei handed Pete the red wine rewarded by his employer and told him to give the bottle to his uncle and keep the price as low as possible, because he still had to save a few silver coins to buy other things. ”

He then set out with Santiago, a strong man, on the road to the town, where there were few pedestrians and most of them were horse-drawn carriages.

"If you don't want to walk at night, run faster. Zheng Fei said jogging.

Santiago shrugged and smiled, "Come on man, I'm the marathon champion of the entire marina!"

On the wasteland, the two of them ran and raced, and they arrived at their destination in only one and a half hours, sweating profusely.

At night, romantic Italians don't want to go home early, preferring to wander the streets, where the shops are lit with warm-colored oil lamps.

Zheng Fei came to one of the most elegantly decorated restaurants, sat down under the leadership of the waiter, and opened the menu.

The atmosphere in the restaurant is very relaxed, in addition to the exquisite crystal lamps, there is also the melodious sound of musical instruments, and at this moment he even has the illusion of sitting in the world's most exclusive Western restaurant to order food.

Pan-fried sardines, dry-fried sardines, braised sardines Sure enough, the menu is basically full of sardines, as well as lobster and crab and the like.

When he looked at the menu, Zheng Fei's eyes were shining.

"Fly, what's wrong?" Santiago wondered.

"Man, I have good news for you, in the near future, we will be able to have a galleon!" Zheng Fei said excitedly, squeezing the menu tightly.

The waiter stood next to him, waiting a little impatiently, and urged, "What do you want?"

"Two plates of pan-fried sardines. Zheng Fei said, putting down the menu.

Zheng Fei's cooking skills are as good as the best chefs on the St. Hurens, and his favorite is abalone, which is known as the crown of seafood.

And as things stand, the fishermen of the town of Atlanta didn't find this delicious shellfish, exclusive business!