"Why is there still a death penalty in this country? Haven't many countries abolished the death penalty? "I looked at Johnson.

Johnson stroked his beard and grinned.

"Isn't there a death penalty in your country?" He asked me rhetorically.

I laughed a little.

"Do you want to go to the fort above the fort? Tomorrow I will ask the chief to send someone to show you around......" Johnson continued.

"By the way, how about luck? If it's good, you can also see the hanging......" York interrupted.

Everyone giggled.

After driving for more than ten minutes, you will arrive at the gate of a manor. The Mercedes drove through the gate and began to climb - it turned out that the chief lived in a mansion in the middle of the mountain.

After a long walkaround, we finally came to the doorway of a huge villa, which from the outside looked really heroic, with two indigenous Caribbean sculptures standing on either side, their shawls inlaid with shiny silver......

After getting out of the car, we saw the lobby in front, decorated with a very tasteful decoration, a kind of low-key luxury, showing the confidence and restraint of the owner.

Passing through the golden glazed wall, we came to the antechamber. A bronzed-skinned middle-aged man jumped up from the couch and came to us.

Johnson hugged him, then muttered something, and after a while, he pulled the middle-aged man to us and introduced York and me to him.

"This is the chief, Chief Anre." Johnson said.

"Hello Chief!" I smiled and shook his hand.

Chief Anlie looked at me with a strange look, and then glanced at York, and suddenly burst out laughing, and muttered a few words. I can feel that he is very face-saving to Johnson, and he probably welcomes us.

Chief Anlie's eyes were very bright, his skin was a little dark and yellow, his hair was all shaved short and short, like a hedgehog, and the skin on his face and shoulders was smooth, and if it was rain on his body, it was estimated that it would slip away. He was dressed in a casual leopard-print short-sleeved suit with a pair of iron shoes on his feet, which looked very heavy and heavy.

Chief Anri was very welcoming, pulled us to the couch next to us, shouted for someone to pour us coffee, and handed me a long cigar.

Good guys, this place is close to Cuba, I knew it must be a purebred Cuban cigar, and after lighting it, I took a big puff and it was fragrant! I immediately gave a thumbs up to Chief Anre, who laughed happily as the iron shoes clattered against the ground.

Because of the language barrier, we were still a little embarrassed, so we could only communicate with each other.

"Doesn't he speak English?" I asked Johnson.

"Yes, but he prefers to speak their native language...... Because I'll talk a little bit about that, too. Johnson replied with a smile.

"Huh? Indigenous dialects of the Caribbean, will you too? York was taken aback.

"Yes...... I took this course when I was in college, and I thought it was useless, but I was just interested in Indian culture, but I didn't expect it to come in handy when I came here! So, every time I came, Chief Anri asked me to speak the local dialect, and he felt very proud! Hahaha......" Johnson said with a laugh.

Chief Anlie was grinning and laughing, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

"He just said that you are from distant China and a cultural power, and he likes you very much!" Johnson said to me.

"I like him too, thank you for his hospitality!" I nodded.

Johnson immediately translated, and Chief Anri took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet next to him and poured four glasses.

"He said please drink wine, this is the wine made by the locals, it is delicious! Now almost all the indigenous people of the Caribbean are extinct, and the rest are the so-called 'black Caribbeans' or 'yellow Caribbeans' after the Caribs and black slaves intermarried...... But their ancestral winemaking skills have not been lost, and if you taste it, it's really delicious! Every time I come, I have to drink enough! Johnson picked up the glass and sniffed it.

Chief Anlie handed me a glass of wine, and I took it with both hands, and saw that it was yellow, and a smell came to my nose - what a good wine!

I clinked glasses with him and drank them in one gulp. Feel the aroma of those wines slowly stretching down your throat, and the whole mouth is a unique aroma.

"Good wine! It is worthy of the ancestors' unique skills! I exclaimed.

Chief Anlie was so excited that he quickly poured me another glass.

"Come, Chief Anlie, I toast you, on behalf of us Chinese, to you!" I raised my glass.

"Hahaha......" The chief clinked glasses with me, and finished it in one gulp.

Wine is a good thing, and the more you drink it, the more excited you become, and it instantly brings us closer – even if our cultures are so different.

"Don't get me drunk, chief! I'll be back on the freighter tomorrow at noon! Johnson was flushed with alcohol.

We burst out laughing.

I saw some ancient weapons hanging on the walls around me, including bows and arrows, some spears and shields, and behind the chandelier overhead, there was an oval-shaped fresco with what is believed to be a scene of the fierce battle between the indigenous people of the Caribbean and the British, French, Dutch and other countries.

"Chief Anri said that you can stay in his villa, there are many rooms here, and he will send someone to show you around tomorrow...... I hope you're welcome. Johnson turned to me.

"Great...... You help me thank him! As for the cost of accommodation, we will pay him! "I patted Johnson.

Johnson said a few words to the chief, and Chief Anlie shook his head violently, meaning that he didn't have to pay.

"Yes, he said that you are welcome, you can come as a guest, he is very happy!" Johnson translated.

I hurriedly thanked him and raised my glass to the chief.

"Welcome to China in the future!" I said with a smile.

York was clever enough to see the frescoes, so he didn't take the initiative to invite the chief to France, but just drank and ate the barbecue.

"Chief Anri is a descendant of the local indigenous people, and generally the descendants of these Caribbeans live at the lower level, because their ancestors were almost extinct in the 17th century war between England, France and the Netherlands for the Lesser Antilles, and only the islands of Dominica and St. Vincent survived...... As I said, the Caribbeans of St. Vincent intermarried with fugitive slaves, forming the so-called 'Black Caribbeans'...... And Chief Anri is their descendant. Also, the black Caribbean ancestry of St. Vincent is partly mixed with the fugitive slaves who were suspected of having escaped from a shipwreck in 1675. In 1795, they were banished to the island of Roatán, Honduras, where their descendants have since settled. The British, on the other hand, were less hostile to the 'Yellow Caribbeans', who were less mixed with the Maroons, and let them remain on St. Vincent. Johnson explained to me as he drank.

"Then Chief Anlie seems to live in the upper class here?" I asked, a little confused.

"It's because Chief Anlie's grandfather found a shipwreck in the Caribbean Sea and salvaged a lot of rare cultural relics! So their family became billionaires...... Chief Anlie inherited these properties, but he was very bold and enthusiastic about public welfare, and the local government and the people respected him very much! Johnson quickly replied.

"Huh?!" York and I shouted in unison.

Johnson and Chief Anlie looked at us with wide-eyed eyes and amazement as they held their glasses hanging in the air.