What is the most important thing in a person's life? Is it money? Is it status? At some stages, yes. But after reaching a certain level or stage, the most important thing is "hope"!

Grihageus walked one foot high and one foot low, and you could see that his mood was agitated. As for the servants, they rejoiced, completely unaware of the profound meaning of this crown.

But I know very well that this crown will be accompanied by endless bloody rain! It's like opening a Pandora's box, giving people unlimited possibilities to play.

Except for this treasure, other gains can only be regarded as assets, but Hua Mei fell in love with one of the ruby necklaces and was naturally occupied. I don't have any opinion, it's ill-gotten gains.

However, during the search, I also found a particularly pure citrine that was extremely dazzling, and I was going to take it back and give it to the stupid girl as a gift.

Port-au-Prince is not big, overnight is enough to change everything, before dawn I have already embarked on the ship to the west, as the so-called dust is gone, deep hidden merit and fame, I am so low-key!

The next target is Havana, and when people think of Havana, they often think of cigars, cane sugar and passionate dancing, but they don't know what kind of bloody development and transformation Havana has undergone in history.

Similar to the experience of Port-au-Prince, in 1492, Christopher Columbus accidentally discovered the Cuban archipelago, and from 1510 onwards, a large number of Spaniards poured into the Cuban islands and established a strong colonial rule here.

At this time, Cuba was not yet known for its cigars, but was better known to the Western world for its main value as a transit point for the slave trade, a place for the sale of stolen goods, and a paradise for pirates in the Caribbean.

So I'm not going to spoil it too much, I'm just going to leave some surprises for the Spaniards!

A few days later, we sailed into the heart of the Caribbean Sea and saw the sprawling Cuban archipelago in the distance.

The Cuban archipelago belongs to the West Indies and has a typical tropical rainforest climate. According to the theory of crustal plates, the Cuban archipelago is the extinction boundary of the plates within the American plate, and belongs to the West Indies, the island of the American continent

The Cuban archipelago mainly consists of three major archipelagos: the Bahamas, the Greater Antilles and the Lesser Antilles, and the island of Trinidad and Tobago. Our goal is Havana, the port town of Havana, the core of the island of Cuba, which belongs to the Greater Antilles.

Flying the Italian flag and paying the port fees in full, our fleet swaggered into the Sierra Mastra Pier, the largest in the port of Havana.

There is a saying that it is better to read thousands of books than to travel thousands of miles, and when you come to Havana, you will know how chaotic this Caribbean pearl of the Age of Discovery is!

In many modern film and television works, describing the chaos of a country or region, there are always performances of people selling arms and arms on the street, and a guy with a cloth strip wrapped around his head takes an AK47 and shoots a few times into the sky, wah-wah wah-la-la.

And these are simply pediatric compared to the real Havana!

In the chaotic harbour bazaar, you can find anything you can think of here! In other words, as long as you have money, you can live like an emperor in Havana. Of course, if you don't have money, you must not be as good as a dog!

In a small bazaar we passed, we saw a dozen or so bandons, most of whom were black slaves from West Africa, but also a small number of poor people of other colours who could not afford to pay their debts, or prisoners of war.

When you get here, you can realize what it means to be a hundred flavors in the world, a person who is also a person with two hands, two legs and a head, but he will realistically divide into three, six, nine and so on.

In novels and film and television works, slaves are tied to a row of slaves and selected one by one like animals, which is simply so gentle compared to reality!

I saw with my own eyes that several slaves who refused to obey the management and tried to escape were killed on the spot, and then the slave traders threw these useless "garbage" into the river next to it, which was already clogged up by all kinds of "debris", like dragging livestock that had just come out of the slaughterhouse!

There are two kinds of people here - crazy and numb, all the third people have all died or left, and the rest have either actively or passively accepted the reality of Havana.

I have a few henchmen by my side, and that doesn't excuse me from being treated with respect by the slave traders, the golden fingers, and the robbers. What really made them take the initiative to avoid me were the thirty musketeers who followed behind us, including Burn.

When I came here, I had no intention of convincing people with virtue, because the luxury of "virtue" is worthless here.

With my musket and sword on the way, the locals sold me some local specialties with great enthusiasm and at a very low price. It's not a lot of it, but it's rare.

For example, a collector's edition cigar made from more than five years old leaves, carefully rolled by a holy virgin with her young hands, on her brown thighs!

The cigar is a punch in the making, completely forgetting what modern mass brands like Cohiba, Montecristo, Romeo and Juliet are.

For example, the local estate owner added cane sugar and honey to the so-called secret recipe for sugar cheese, and I bought a shipyard – I've seen it in London, and it cost seven or eight times the price I bought!

As for the other swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, I have no interest in them, and I am not interested in those second-hand goods, but after thinking about it, I still bought two small three-masted galleons that are fifteen years old!

These boats are pirates' favorite, so when the owner sold them to me, he had a look in his eyes that you know.

After a long circle, I felt that there was something wrong with my previous idea - the proposition of why Havana was messed up is a false proposition at all! It couldn't be more messy! And it is already in a state of no government, how can it be more chaotic?

Forget it, just give up the strategy for this place!

I couldn't help but secretly think - instead of trying to muddy a quagmire, it is better to think about how to seek more benefits from the middle, which is a more reliable way of thinking!

After looking around all morning, and seeing that it was time for lunch, I paid the price of a silver coin in exchange for the enthusiastic guidance of a thug on the street—he did not dare to lead us to the black shop, because judging from the strength we showed, the revenge of either us and the black shop owner was too heavy for him to bear.

So we found the best restaurant in Havana, and I don't believe it is a place for human beings just by looking at the shabby façade, but the gangster vouches for his life - "Aunt Marta's coconut milk shrimp and Phoshua Yaza are the best in Havana!" ”

So I chose to believe him, because I smiled and told him not to gamble with my life because he couldn't afford to lose, and he still stood by his opinion. This obsession is worthy of recognition, so I led everyone into the tattered gate.

As it turned out, the thugs managed to save their lives and received an additional bounty of gold coins - Aunt Marta's Phoshyus, a mixture of beef, pork, and black beans, was the best meal I've ever had since I came to the West!

Not one of them! I ate two meals in one meal, as evidenced by this.

Moreover, this little gangster named Pansta also said a lot of interesting things during my meal, such as where to buy the best quality "goods", where to go to the fire pit, and where the price is higher than the market price, and there are many fakes.

This guy is talking about the truth, so I even moved the idea of whether to hire him as a guide for a long time.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, we were discussing with this guy Pansta which one had good service, and suddenly, I heard a deafening explosion sound, like a thunderclap in my ears!

Because I have been listening to the sound of gunfire for a long time, I don't care about the sound, and who knows that the people around me don't care!

I saw that the diners should eat and drink, and there was no chance to make this loud noise, and even the laughter of two people seemed to be louder than this sound!

As I looked at each other, I was about to open my mouth to ask a question, when Aunt Marta leaned half of her body out of the window and shouted at the window that was emitting billowing black smoke: "Charlie! You damn it! It's the first time this month! ”

The voice, how to put it, was like an aftermath that lingered for three days, and my ears were still ringing a moment later!

After a while, I saw a head poking out of the window on the second floor with black smoke, and his whole face was blackened, and he was looking down and coughing and exhaling a few breaths of black gas, and said haha: "Aha! Aunt Marta! The weather is so nice today! ”

Aunt Marta didn't buy it, and shouted at the guy, "No matter how good the weather is, you have to pay the rent!" Damn it! You've been in debt for two months! And the cost of food! Damn it! Are you going to tear down the house? ”

The guy upstairs immediately became three inches shorter, and said with a smile: "Aunt Marta! Wait, my work will definitely sell for a good price! As long as I am developed, I will pay you twice as much rent! ”

But I heard Aunt Marta muttering and scolding: "What else can you do besides these ping pongs?" Who will buy your! Damn it! Don't forget to double the rent! ”

The people in the room laughed, and some of them cried out: "Aunt Marta, you still want to get twice the rent from that madman!" I'm afraid I don't want to get sick because of money! ”

Aunt Marta didn't reply, but she heard the guy upstairs sneer, "What do you know? Wait and see! If it's fast, it's January, and if it's slow, it's March, and I'll definitely be on fire! ”

The diners immediately exchanged a few words with the person upstairs, and then there was no sound, and everyone continued to do what they should do.

I grabbed my glass and asked Pansta, "I mean, who's this guy upstairs?" It looks like an interesting look. ”

Pansta was busy enjoying his hard-earned free lunch, and said vaguely, "That! Crazy Charlie! Right, right! It's a madman! ”

I couldn't help but be interested, and asked with a smile, "What's crazy?"

Panstaha laughed and said, "He! I used to say that I was a Spanish captain, but I liked to play with those ping-pong things, and I got into trouble on the ship and was thrown off the ship. It's still the same, but it's said that his savings have been lost! Haha, this madman always wants to make a fortune! Dream on! ”

I glanced at Adicon, and he nodded, "I've heard of it!" I've heard of this guy! Crazy Charlie! I know he's a geek! ”

Hearing Adicon say this, I became even more interested in this madman Charlie! I decided to meet this madman and see what kind of surprise he could bring me.

When he heard that I was going to meet the madman Charlie, Pansta's face was full of schadenfreude - there had been people who wanted to have fun with Charlie before, but I didn't expect this guy to be so tough! With the three-shot pistol he developed himself, it was enough to run rampant in the underground world of Havana!

Hearing him say this, my interest is even stronger, I must meet this "epoch-making" monster!

I heard that I was interested in Charlie, and even Aunt Marta was interested. She immediately led the way with Panstad, walked across the street, and stumbled up the narrow, dark staircase to a wooden piece that barely called a "door."

"Bang Bang Bang!" Aunt Marta knocked hard on the wooden door and shouted inside, "Charlie, you damn it!" Open the door! Come on! ”

"It's coming, it's coming! Aunt Marta! Did you miss me? A voice came from inside, obviously not too old, and his tone was full of banter.

The door opened, and a lean man in his thirties walked out. He glanced at me, half doubt, half hope.

"Dear sir, are you looking for me? My name is Charlie, Charlie Howard! The world's best scientists! It's an honor to meet you! ”