The crew's goods were all sold, but the bulk goods belonging to the owner Fu Chun and the owner behind him were still piled up in the hold.

Fu Chun sat steadily in the cabin, and there were already many Spaniards who had come to contact him, but the price he gave did not satisfy him. Now that he has the only source of goods, the price should naturally be set by him.

The goods mainly consisted of raw silk, tea and porcelain. Among them, raw silk is the largest, with 600 quintals, and the amount of tea and porcelain is insignificant.

According to the price given by Qian Lun, the deputy of finance, the purchase price of raw silk was 95 taels of silver per quintal, and the total price of 600 taels was nearly 60,000 taels, of which Fu Chun and Li Qiankuan, the prefect of Hangzhou, contributed 46 taels.

Fu Chun planned to sell the raw silk at least five times the purchase price, so that the six hundred quintals of raw silk would be sold for at least 300,000 taels of silver, and the capital would be cut off and about 240,000 silver would be earned. But the deputy Qian Lun died, and there was no more eyeliner of Li Qiankuan, the prefect of Hangzhou, on the ship, and he used to go to the big man to trade with the Dutch, and a load of raw silk was sold to the Dutch for two hundred and twenty or thirty taels, and now he only needs to share dividends with Li Qiankuan at the price with the Dutch, and the extra silver will naturally fall into his wallet, which is more than 100,000 taels, and with this money, he can go back to his hometown to retire.

Thinking about it, Fu Chun's heart became hot.

In Manila, in a house, seven or eight Spanish businessmen were sitting around arguing.

"Lars, are you sure of the price of three hundred taels and one quintal, and that Ming merchant still refuses to sell it?" A chubby Spaniard asked.

"Yes, Mr. Corinthian, in fact I gave him three hundred and twenty taels, or 438 eagles, but he still refuses to sell them." A Spanish merchant called Lars.

"Does he still want four hundred taels of silver? God, why didn't he rob it? A lean, thin Spaniard cried angrily.

"Mr. Marcuri, don't be excited, the price can't be completely decided by the Ming people! The key is that we should act in unison in order to take the initiative in bargaining. "The Spaniard named Corinthia is calm.

"However, why can't we kill the Ming people and rob their ships like we did a year ago, so that we don't have to spend a single eagle, all the goods are ours." A young Spaniard made a suggestion.

"Shut up! Paris. We Spaniards are merchants, not robbers, do you want to make Manila a dead port? This year, this is the only Ming merchant ship willing to come to Manila, kill them all, there will be no Ming people willing to do business with us Spaniards in the future, we simply roll up the bunks and go back to Mexico, back to Madrid. Is Manila still Manila without the Ming people? Corinthia angrily scolded Balis, who blushed and closed his mouth.

"Mr. Corinthia is right, we have to be friendly to the Ming people in the future, so that more and more Ming people will come to Luzon and Manila. A year ago, my business plummeted because of the massacre of the Ming people by the stupid Sebastian (Spanish governor of the Philippines), and if this continues, I will go bankrupt. Marcuri echoed Corinthian's remarks that in the past year, Manila has become a dead port due to material scarcity and economic depression, and many wealthy people have moved out of Manila and returned to Mexico.

After reprimanding the young Barris and throwing him out of the house, the merchants resumed their deliberations and decided to unite and put the price above 350 taels and a load. But then everyone quarreled over the distribution of the proportion of goods.

The Ming people could not satisfy the appetite of the long-lost Manilan merchants with a boatload of raw silk, and everyone wanted to buy more goods for themselves in order to make up for the year's shortfall.

"Oh no, Mr. Barris went to the docks in a carriage." An indigenous Filipino servant hurried into the room and reported.

"What does Balis want to do? Does he want to kill the people of light alone and rob them of their raw silk? But the Ming people are not easy to mess with. Marcuri scoffed.

"It's not good, he wants to go and do business with Akito alone?" Corinth stood up suddenly.

"What, how can that work. What if he agrees to Akito's price? The other Spanish merchants screamed in a frenzy.

"He must be stopped!"

"But it's too late."

"No, I have to go and see, I can't let him buy all the raw silk of Akito."

"I'll go too!"

Spanish merchants scrambled and poured out of the house. The room suddenly became empty.

"Mr. Corinthian, I think I'll have to say goodbye to you, you know I've been losing a lot of money for a year, and I'm about to go bankrupt." Marcuri also offered his farewell with a red face and hurried away.

"Don't you know that going to talk one by one will make Akito raise the price? Stupid pigs, all stupid pigs! Corinth scolded angrily.

After scolding for a while, after calming down, he sighed and asked the servant to prepare the carriage, and he was also going to the dock to talk to Akito about business. Scolding and scolding, you have to bow your head when you should bow your head, and you can't let others separate the raw silk.

On the Fuchun, the owner Fu Chun finally waited for the Spanish businessmen who came to trade, and there was more than one, six or seven people came one after another, all of them hurriedly grabbed him and said that he couldn't finish it, and Ren Siqi next to him couldn't translate it.

"What should I do?" Fu Chun pulled Ren Siqi aside and asked in a low voice. With so many Spaniards, how can this business be discussed?

"Let's put up a bid!" Ren Siqi said lightly.

"Bidding?" Fu Chun had heard of this term for the first time.

"It's to let them secretly quote individually one by one, and the one with the highest price wins. Of course, there is a reserve price. Ren Siqi said.

"It's a good idea." Fu Chun was overjoyed.

Ren Siqi gathered seven or eight Spanish merchants together, offered a minimum price of 350 taels per quintal, and asked them to write down the highest price they could accept and the quantity they wanted to buy, and then sell the raw silk on the ship in order from high to low.

Seven or eight Spanish merchants, one by one, took paper and pen, scratching their ears and cheeks. If the price is high, you will earn less, and if it is low, you may be bought by others. In the end, how much silver is paid out, this can be difficult and tight, and I want to see the price of others, but I cover it tightly.

It took a long time for the Spanish businessmen to hand over the notes with the prices to Ren Siqi one by one.

Ren Siqi took it and looked at it, and found the highest one, and the price was 550 taels and 1 quintals, but unfortunately he asked for less, and he was only willing to buy 50 quintals. The lowest bidder also paid 4221 quintals.

According to the bids from high to low, the objects of the transaction were announced one by one, the contract was signed, and it was agreed that the transaction would be made within three days, and the money and goods would be cleared.

One by one, the Spanish merchants left, some happy and some sad.