Looking at this innocent little face, it was difficult for Zheng Fei to associate him with the feat of crossing the Atlantic.

"Brother Bu, it seems that all your fame, status, and wealth will be robbed by me. Zheng Fei said in his heart, touching the back of his head, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

As compensation for Columbus, Zheng Fei bought more than a dozen sets of sailor suits and navigation hats, which he planned to use when recruiting sailors in the future.

Then he took out all the sweets in his pocket and gave them to the little one, and then left the tailor's shop without making any further stops.

Changing into this new equipment, the whole person's appearance has been greatly changed, and people regard him as a navigator and greet him with their eyes.

The beautiful Italian girl stood upstairs by the window, her hands on the windowsill and smiling at him, her white arms tied with gauzy ribbons, making him want to know the part between his shoulders.

"Captain, will you give me two silver coins?" Pete said with a shy smile, he had been calling Captain Zheng Fei ever since he fished him out of the water.

"To play?" Zheng Fei glanced up, and there was a tall blonde standing not far away, looking this way, scratching her head.

He took out four silver coins and handed them to Pete, and said, "Do you know why I gave you two more?"

"Oh my God, Captain, don't you want me to die on a woman?"

"Wrong! It's for you to squander your wealth!"

"Haha, I've been waiting for this day for a long time!" said Pete, happily taking the silver coin, and putting his arms around the girl's waist in a posture of a sub-man.

"Don't forget to go back to the hotel tomorrow!" Zheng Fei said, walked a few steps quickly, bypassed a corner, and entered the high-end restaurant before.

"Hello, what do you want?" the waiter trotted over enthusiastically, and his face sank and surprised when he saw that it was him.

He sat down with a smile and replied, "A steak, it's medium rare." ”

"Which one?"

"The most expensive!, tell the chef, smear me with a layer of foie gras on the surface of the steak. ”

"Okay, wait a minute. The waiter looked embarrassed and hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

Although it was past the meal, there were still many customers in the restaurant, who regarded it as a place for afternoon tea, or more precisely, afternoon wine, craft wine.

Claude was still there, his expression was very anxious, as if he was longing for something, and his anxious gaze never left the woman opposite, the noble lady.

Where Zheng Fei was sitting, he could just see her appearance.

It is undeniable that she is very beautiful, this beauty is a level higher than those Italian girls outside, more ladylike, and it can be seen from her gestures that she was once a nobleman, even if she is now doing that kind of business.

She is wearing a tight long skirt, and her chest is also covered with lace, which looks charming, better outlining her proud bust, and what is more eye-catching is her waist and hips, which are definitely the most perfect shape in Zheng Fei's opinion, comparable to the world's top supermodel - Victoria's Secret Angel!

What a stunner, he thought, and couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth.

Actually, that's what every man in the restaurant thinks, and if the dancer Visy is the desire of all the laborers of the Atlanta docks, then she is the desire of all the rich people in Atlanta.

What Zheng Fei didn't understand was that Claude could eat an abalone with ten silver coins, why was he so anxious but didn't spend money to possess her?

Claude was eagerly saying something, gesturing, and her answer was always - no, no, no!

Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows, stopped paying attention to them, and urged in a loud voice: "Why hasn't my steak come yet?"

The fat chef personally brought the steak, along with the owner.

"Don't poison you!" the chef put down his plate heavily, glared at him, and turned to leave.

"Wait, here's your tip!" Zheng Fei threw a silver coin at his feet.

Seeing the seductive glow of the silver coin, the chef habitually squatted down and picked it up, and when he put it in his pocket, he was embarrassed to turn back and quickly walked into the kitchen. He was embarrassed, because this rich man was a poor ghost two hours ago!

"Are you okay?" Seeing that the boss still hadn't left, Zheng Fei asked.

The boss's previous anger seemed to have subsided, and he shrugged his shoulders and sat down across from him, and said with a smile, "I want to ask, where did you catch those delicious shells?"

"But why should I sue you?" Zheng Fei smiled slyly and looked at him quietly.

The boss understood, touched his chin, and then smiled: "Say, how much do you want?"

"I don't want money, I want things. Zheng Fei cut off a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

He didn't come to the restaurant just to eat, let alone show off his wealth, but to talk about business with the boss like he is now.

"What's that?" the boss was alerted, afraid that he would open his mouth.

And Zheng Fei's favorite thing is that the lion opens his mouth, and only with courage can he gain!

"Two hundred kilograms of bread, fifty kilograms of beef jerky, one hundred kilograms of dried sardines, twenty barrels of wine, one hundred kilograms of noodles. "He wants these things to prepare for going to sea.

"Kill me!"

"I'm sorry, I don't eat human flesh. ”

"You!" the boss widened his eyes and swallowed his saliva, and calculated for a while, the total value of these things was not less than a thousand silver coins!

"If you don't agree, it's okay, I can do business with other bosses. Zheng Fei cut another piece of beef and said with a smile: "I think they will be happy." ”

The boss exhaled, clenched his fists, and said with a smile of hatred: "I promise you, but you must sign an agreement with me, otherwise how do I know if you will lie to me!"

"Okay, sign the agreement!" Zheng Fei nodded, he didn't expect that the Europeans in this era already had the concept of a contract.

Next, he saw the legendary quill pen, which is indeed a goose feather, the tip of the nose has been processed, and it can only write a few lines of words once dipped in ink, which is far worse than the brush of the Chinese nation.

After signing the agreement, he wrote down the growing environment of the abalone on parchment, raised it in front of the boss's eyes, put it in his pocket, discussed it for two days, and then left the restaurant.

Claude had just gone out to walk in front of him, and after sending the noble lady home, he waved goodbye unwillingly, and when he saw the door close, he turned around and left.

Zheng Fei wanted to go to her and do what he wanted to do.

When you reach the fence, you can see that there are many roses planted in the flower bed, most of them are bright yellow, delicate, and there is a cobblestone path in the green grass that leads to the owner's house.

Zheng Fei pushed open the fence, followed the path, came to the door leisurely, and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?" her voice was beautiful, not as profligate as she had imagined.

He didn't answer, listening to the sound of tuk tuk footsteps, and after about ten seconds, she opened the door a crack and looked out cautiously.