"They, they're so fierce......"

"Daddy is not afraid, they are just fierce, in fact, they are useless, and I have killed one of my sons!"

"Don't say it, don't say it, let the officials hear that they are going to arrest you."

"How can you catch me? We have a privateer license, and we robbed and killed people on the orders of the Governor of the Strait, Fang Yumen, and the great officials of Fang Yumen......"

"Be quiet, be quiet!"

Next to the Yamen of the Bosi in Hebianfu City is a market for buying and selling slaves! Of course, there is slavery here in Tianzhu, and the Delhi Sultanate is a country established by slave soldiers against the upper position, so naturally it will not prohibit the slave trade. After Chen Huaiqing established Great Britain, he also followed the customs of the countryside and allowed slave trade. It is true that Mr. Chen is a Confucian student, but he is not a "virgin", not only has no interest in emancipating slaves, but also openly keeps slaves. Not long ago, he also bought hundreds of black eunuchs through the Hebian City Bosi - Old Man Chen's harem is getting bigger and bigger, and he can't do it without eunuchs!

But the slave trade was bad after all, and the sale of looted slaves was even worse. Therefore, a slave trader with a clear conscience, Lai Fu, the father of the toad, always has some apprehension in his heart at this time.

He was a good man! To be honest, the poor peasants who do their duty, and they are also tenants of their ancestors for several generations, if they are divided into the Red Dynasty in later generations, it will definitely be the red five categories of Miao Zhenggenhong. This kind of person who is rooted in red roots naturally has a good conscience, but now that he has killed people, hijacked ships, and traded slaves, how can his conscience not be condemned?

"Daddy, this is the way of the world, killing people and setting fire to the gold belt, building bridges and roads, and burying them in the ground!"

Reifou, whose hands were stained with the blood of the Arab people, had clearly fallen. Corrupted by the decadent ideas of the bourgeoisie. Not only did they not know how to repent, but they also blamed society for being bad! Is this a societal problem? Although the Ming Empire seems to be in its darkest now. The most unreasonable initial stage of capitalism, but there are always good people.

"Ah Fu. That's murder and arson......" Old man Lai's head shook like a wave.

"Daddy, this kind of thing is not a big deal, it's normal to be a little scared the first time you do it, and you'll get used to it after doing too much."

"What? What the? Do more? Ah Fu, aren't you afraid of retribution? ”

"Afraid! Of course I'm afraid! Lai Fu smiled and pointed to a Chinese-style pagoda under construction not far away, "My son has inquired, there is a Tiandao Temple, and when the slaves are sold and the money is distributed, my son will go to the temple to donate some money." Ask the Taoist to do a ritual to wash away the sins, and you will not be afraid of retribution. You can continue to kill people and set fire to slaves again! ”

"Can this be?" Old man Lai shook his head again and again, and just as he wanted to continue educating his son, he heard Lei Batian roar.

"The officials are here, all fucking shut up Lao Tzu!"

My dear!? It's time to arrest someone! Old man Lai's legs and stomach trembled suddenly, and he wanted to run, but he couldn't move his steps.

"His Royal Highness the British Prince has arrived!"

The voice of the roll call rang out. It's still a prince!? I shouldn't be here to arrest someone, right?

"Kneel, kneel! Let the slaves also kneel! It's the saint's own brother who came......" Lei Batian's voice was also a little excited. The person who came turned out to be Chen Defang, which was really unexpected.

Chen Defang's shelf is not big. Great Britain is a country of grass creation, and it is at war, not when it is a score, naturally everything is simple. He, the prince, doesn't have any honor guards when he goes out. It's a team of guards. I don't sit in a sedan chair, and the most I can do when I go out is to ride a horse and ride a carriage. Not far from the Yamen of the City Boss to the slave market, he simply walked over.

The slave market in the riverside trading port was also a straw platform. A thick wooden fence, plus dozens of areas isolated by individual fences. Coupled with an auction table for female slaves, a criminal slave market was formed. There are roughly two types of slaves sold here, one is domestic slaves. including beautiful slave girls and eunuchs; One is industrial slaves, that is, slaves used for production. This time, the slaves who were brought by Lei Batian were the slave oarsmen (including the Arab sailors and merchants who surrendered) who belonged to the "industrial slaves", and the white slaves were not brought, and they could not be sold at a high enough price in the riverside province, so they had to be transported to Malacca for sale--due to the large number of privateers in the Little Western Ocean, the number of white slaves transported to Malacca was greatly reduced, and the price naturally increased a lot.

"Sure enough, it's a black slave and a white slave, and it looks very strong!"

Lai Bao knelt on the ground, not on one knee, but on his stomach, and heard a rather majestic voice speak, and a conscience had already raised his throat.

"Your Highness, these are trained oarsmen, look at how thick their arms are!"

This is Lei Batian replying. "If it weren't for the smooth wind that day, and the wind was particularly strong, my lucky boat really wouldn't have been able to catch up with them!"

Said it leaked! Lai Bao was already dripping sweat.

"Oh, really?" Grand Prince Chen smiled and nodded, he didn't care where these black and white slaves came from. Now the most important thing is that someone paddles so that his navy can move west along the Ganges after the rainy season has passed.

"How much do you want?"

Hearing this majestic voice actually asking for the price, Lai Bao's conscience sank. Is there really no one to care about murder and arson? What kind of world is this?

"The small one doesn't dare to ask for more, a slave oarsman wants you 400 guan, 121 is 48,400 guan, and the odd 400 guan will be pulled off for you, you can give 48,000 guan."

"48,000?" Chen Defang nodded, "It's not expensive, but now that the British grass is created, money is needed everywhere...... Or, how about 30,000 guan? ”

Chen Defang, the crown prince, is not very noble, and he knows how to bargain. He was also the first governor of the Straits Settlements, and he had a long history of dealing with merchants. I also know the market of slave oarsmen - a strong enough slave oarsman to ask for 400 guan is not expensive. But that was when the small Western trade could be carried out normally, and the merchant ships of the Tianfang Sect liked to use slave oarsmen, and the price was naturally not cheap. Now, it is difficult for the Celestial Sect to operate in the Bay of Bengal, and the demand for slave oarsmen is only left by the British sailors, although there is a lot of demand, but as the only buyer, there are still conditions to reduce the price.

Of course. The price must not be too low, otherwise no one will go to the sea to snatch slaves to sell.

"30,000 runs...... You're overpowering the price, aren't you? Lei Batian bargained with a smiling face. The British prince or something, of course he was afraid. But he still has to fight for the benefits that should be fought for. He and his brothers had fought so hard to get these slaves.

"That's all," Chen Defang thought for a while, and then said, "Why don't you put a name on the British Navy and be a major in the British Navy?" ”

The official hats of the Ming Army and Navy will not be easy to allow, but the British side is not so strict, and the conditions are not strict. Chen Defang looked at Lei Batian with a smile, "With the signboard of the British Navy." You don't have to worry about the Ming government getting you in trouble. As long as you don't kill people and set fire to the Ming territory, the British Navy can still cover it. ”

"Hehe," Lei Batian was told to break his mind, and replied with a dry laugh, "His Royal Highness the Prince's kindness, how dare the little one rebel?" But 30,000 is still too little...... This is not a small person's money, there is also a brother's share in it. The small one is not enough, but the brothers can't be less, right? Your Highness, why don't you add more? ”

"Alright. Add another 2000, no more! Chen Defang waved his hand, and without waiting for Lei Batian to answer, he said to himself. I'll take as many slave oarsmen as there are, and you'll have to get the goods again. and brought it to the riverside house. I'll give you a price increase next time. 350 pieces of one! ”

This is the crown prince of the British Kingdom? Is it the brother of the Holy Emperor? Lai Bao was thinking about something complicatedly.

If anyone has clairvoyance, they can probably see that the red heart of the old man is slowly turning black - in this era. This is not the time to pretend to be a Virgin in conscience!

It seems that following Lei Batian to be a bad guy is on the right track! Lai Bao thought to himself that he had suffered for so many years. Isn't it because the conscience is too good? Well, from now on, you must be a new person, conscience or something, even if it is for dogs......

……

"Water...... Water ......"

Selassie. Solomon felt that his whole being was about to be dried by the poisonous sun and steamer-like air, and he muttered subconsciously. In the haze, a soft little hand held up his head, and then a sweet stream of clear water finally made him a little angry.

Barely opened his eyes, and in the blurred vision, a "white" beauty with skin like coffee-colored satin was staring at him with bright pupils, what a beauty, but unfortunately not white enough. Selassie. Solomon thought so.

"Father's ......"

The coffee girl called softly, and a "father" reminded Selassie. Solomon, the coffee girl was the daughter who annoyed him. Solomon, the child he had with a white slave girl, was supposed to be whiter, but it still looked so black. Selassie. Solomon was very angry about this, and he thought that it was impossible for two white people to give birth to a black man! So the child must have been a wild seed, so he sold the white slave girl. As for this "wild seed", he felt that he should raise her a little and sell her to a brothel.

But plans don't always dare to change......

"Alright, you've got through it!" The coffee girl was relieved to see Selassie awake, and stopped holding Selassie's head, and put it heavily on the bed, and then stood up, and her left hand habitually rested on the handle of the scimitar - this was not a knife for decoration, but a Uzi steel scimitar that often saw blood! This little girl seems to have inherited the martial arts talents of her grandfather (a knight of the Knights Templar). Under the tutelage of Solomon's black bodyguards, he was only twelve or thirteen years old and a master of swordsmanship. Now he is one of the best martial arts in the Solomon family. An important helper in Solomon's slave trade.

"You should find her a fierce husband and beat her every day!" Selassie. The back of Solomon's head slammed against the plank, and for a long time his eyes were full of stars, and naturally he didn't think of anything good in his heart.

"Lord Solomon is not dead!" The coffee girl suddenly shouted outside the cabin, "He survived, and he can take you to Europa to make a fortune!" ”

"Wow!"

"Great!"

"May God bless this scoundrel!"

The cheers of the sailors put Selassie. Solomon brought reality back from his thoughts. The reality is very bad, he, the vice president of the Atlantic Chartered Trade Chamber of Commerce, can't go to the Atlantic!

Although Chen Dexing appointed him as vice president, he "forgot" to let the Ming Navy send him to take office. He had to find his own way to the Atlantic - this was actually a test for Chen Dexing. If he couldn't even go to the Atlantic, then he would not be able to undertake such a great and glorious mission as opening up the Atlantic slave trade.

Selassie. Solomon understood this, so he bought a map of the world in Jiangdu and set off in high spirits. As a result, I encountered the robbery fleet of the Tianfang Sect on the small Western Ocean, and I didn't know that it was organized by the Sultan, and the Selassie couldn't deal with it anyway. Fortunately, the Selassie is an Arabian-style sailing ship. Again, the Solomon was all black. So Selassie. Solomon had all of his men put on the headscarves of the Celestial Sect and pretend to be black Celestials in Upper Egypt, so that they would not be captured and sold as slaves. But a shipload of cargo was confiscated to support the Holy War. And Selassie. Solomon himself was frightened, frightened, and distressed, and fell ill in a fit of rage.

"Where have we been? Goodit, are we in the Atlantic? "Selassie. Solomon asked, snorting.

"No, we are in the riverside port, the riverside port of the Tianzhu British Kingdom......" the coffee girl replied angrily.

"What? How could it be in a riverside port? "Selassie. Solomon cried out almost in despair.

"Because no one wants to go to Europa empty-handed!" The coffee girl spread her hands, "Everyone refuses to go, and I can't help it." ”

"Oh my God, these short-sighted guys......" Selassie. Solomon struggled to sit up, crying with a sad face, "But I have no capital now, I have lost all my capital, how can I get to Europa now?"

The coffee girl hugged her arms, and a pair of big watery eyes turned, "Go and deceive!" ”

"Fool whom?"

"Lie to the British Crown Prince!"

"Ahh That's the elder brother of the Emperor of the Ming Sage......"

"What's there?" The girl shrugged and looked at Selassie. Solomon, "I have heard the news that the crown prince's Ganges fleet needs slave oarsmen, at least a few thousand!" If we can find these slave oarsmen for him, he will give us a lot of money and will find a way to help us get to the Atlantic...... He must have a way. ”

"But we don't have slave oarsmen!"

"The Solomon Chamber of Commerce has!" The girl said, "The Solomon Chamber of Commerce in Port Zela has!" ”

"But they wouldn't sell the slave oarsmen to me, an illegitimate son of half (three-quarters, actually) black blood. Those oarsmen are their lifeblood......"

"Trick them into going to sea, and then take the Han privateer to rob it!" (To be continued......)