Fair at the Port of Dearborn.
Bill looked at Fang Yuan squatting in front of a small stall with some strangeness.
Although this market is very prosperous, its management is very chaotic. Many stalls crowd the road area and it is almost difficult to walk - this is also the favorite place of Goldfinger.
What Fang Yuan visited was a bookstall.
Various books were piled up scatteredly, emitting a musty smell.
Inside, there are not only tomes with cooked cowhide covers and parchment as contents, but also very scattered papyrus, and even weird scrolls.
However, the condition is not very good. In addition to insect infestations, there are also many traces of seawater erosion and unknown filth.
Obviously, letting pirates understand the truth of protecting knowledge is no different from dreaming.
"Well, it's a very strange text, it seems to come from different countries..."
Fang Yuan took a few glances and found that some of the words on it were very interesting.
"Of course, sir... these books of mine come from that mysterious East!"
The stall owner was a skinny middle-aged man. He smiled at Fang Yuan, revealing his black and sparse teeth.
Just from the physical signs on his body, Fang Yuan concluded that this was an old sea dog, probably a retired pirate.
"Come on… "
When Bill heard this, he immediately rolled his eyes and interrupted: "I can't say anything else, but the words in these books are obviously written on the Star Islands!"
This group of traders likes to associate their goods with the East, which means the value will be doubled.
"I swear, most of these are really from an Eastern merchant ship!"
The stall owner swore firmly and tugged on his collar, revealing a centipede-shaped scar on his stomach: "Did you see that, in order to get it... I took such a sharp stab in the chest!"
“…”
Fang Yuan was speechless: "Are you sure this scar was not put on by you? The top part is starting to peel off. Next time, remember to find someone with better skills..."
"Oh... damn!"
The stall owner's face turned red, and he covered his clothes as if nothing had happened: "Thanks to Daraman, he is known as the best tattoo artist in the neighborhood."
"Okay, anyway, I am not taken advantage of. The price of a book is three gold galleons. You are just dreaming... However, I do have some interest in Eastern culture!"
Fang Yuan picked out a few big bricks at random: "These total one gold Galleons!"
"God, you might as well kill me!" The stall owner immediately turned red, as if what Fang Yuan wanted to take away was his life: "Less than five gold galleons is simply impossible!"
"Two!"
"Four gold galleons and four silver nars, I won't give in anymore!"
…
"Find a bar!"
After a while, Fang Yuan paid three gold galleons and got what he wanted.
"Your Majesty Captain... do you know Eastern writing?"
Bill followed Fang Yuan and asked expectantly.
"No... I don't know you!"
Fang Yuan rubbed his fingers on the cover of a big brick book.
The inner pages of this book are made of fine parchment, giving it a rich sense of history, and the dark red cover has a hint of mystery.
Wow!
He used a little force with his right hand to tear open the cover, and immediately pulled out a broken map from the interlayer.
"Treasure Map?!"
Bill and other pirates' eyes lit up.
After plundering, pirates often find a hidden place to bury their savings. In order to prevent themselves from forgetting, they will also draw various treasure maps.
Of course, the value cannot be determined.
Nine out of ten treasure maps circulating on the market are forgeries, and the remaining one, even if it is found according to the map, may only be a small bag of bronze or worthless socks.
Only a handful of truly lucky people will discover the treasures left behind by the great pirates and become rich overnight.
"It's just a broken picture. Before we put it all together, we can't see where it wants to take us and what's waiting for us..."
Fang Yuan stuffed the fragment into his pocket indifferently, but in his heart he was not as contemptuous as he seemed on the surface.
After all, his system has given a clear reminder that this seemingly inconspicuous treasure map fragment actually has the property of never being damaged and is an extraordinary item. This is somewhat interesting.
The thing it points to must not be too ordinary.
"The Hog's Head and Chimney Pub?"
Fang Yuan raised his head and looked at the name of the bar, feeling speechless.
It was not evening yet, and there were not many people in the bar. They found a relatively empty corner, ordered honey barbecue and a large glass of beer, and thoroughly enjoyed their meal.
"Boss, the businessman is here!"
Just when Fang Yuan drank half of his beer, Bill came back, followed by a man in black with a high collar.
"The new captain of the Mockingjay? My dear, McGuire, it is an honor to serve you!"
Magir said in an enthusiastic and false tone: "Can you show me the cargo list?"
"sure!"
Fang Yuan handed over a piece of parchment. On it was the type and quantity of the spoils harvested.
"Um?"
Magir's expression was calm, showing no emotion or anger, but Fang Yuan could grasp the unrest in the other person's heart from the slight trembling of his body and hands.
"The quantity is very large... It's a bit troublesome to sell it... But since this is your first time doing business with our Chamber of Commerce, we must give you a good price... two thousand gold galleons!"
The connector's right index finger bent and clasped the table.
"Too little... I value these goods at three thousand gold galleons, and once you change hands, you can sell them for at least five thousand gold galleons!"
Fang Yuan shook his head.
"But... we also bear the risk of distribution!"
McGurr emphasized, trying his best to lower the price.
"No matter how big the risk is, it will not be bigger than us taking the goods from the merchant ship with real swords and guns!"
Fang Yuan said calmly: "Three thousand gold galleons, not a penny less."
"impossible!"
The contact person flatly refused, but did not get up and leave, which made Bill's eyes brighten.
Talking about business is naturally a process of you coming and going, constantly testing the bottom line. If you don't leave directly, there is still talk.
In the end, the two parties directly agreed that 2,700 gold galleons was a more suitable price.
In this regard, this contact person is somewhat disadvantaged.
Fang Yuan saw through his inner thoughts and knew that this batch of goods was very popular, so he naturally had an advantage.
"We have paid a lot of sincerity for this price..."
Magir repeatedly emphasized: "But since this is our first transaction, our Chamber of Commerce is willing to make you a friend!"
"Of course, I wish our friendship will last forever!"
Although he knew that in the eyes of the pirates and the Chamber of Commerce, so-called friendship was nothing, Fang Yuan still put on a full show and toasted to each other.
"How about we trade on the dock while I go raise the funds?"
More than two thousand gold galleons is not a small amount, and those who sell stolen goods also need time to raise it.
"Can!"
Fang Yuan nodded, came to the bar again, and threw a silver nard over.
"Dear Sir, how can I help you?"
The bartender behind the bar smiled broadly.
People like them often also serve as intelligence agents. Here, they can be regarded as the most well-informed people.
"Well, I am a captain and need to recruit some sailors, and I also have a first mate and a navigator!"
When he mentioned this, Fang Yuan felt a little sad.
Most of his team were prisoners, and his authority was very unstable.
If he hadn't displayed his wonderful abilities one after another and been extremely generous with his actions, he might have become a loner this time he docked.
Even with the previous preparations, it is estimated that there will be fewer manpower after returning this time.
This is even if the hardcore butcher is left there to keep an eye on it!
At this time, Fang Yuan's only true confidants were the butcher, the charge captain, and Bill, the second officer.
"I wonder what the crew requirements are?"
There was something wrong with the bartender's gaze.
After all, how could the captain of a ship rush to sea without even preparing a first mate and navigator
"Well, I need ten, no, twenty strong crew members, all capable of fighting, and the first mate and navigator need experienced veterans!"
Fang Yuan deliberately emphasized the words "can fight" and "veteran", believing that the bartender would understand what he meant.
"I see!"
The bartender nodded: "As for navigator, I don't have a suitable candidate, but Mr. Wilson has many years of experience as a sailor and first mate, and his current financial situation is relatively tight. He may apply for this job! I will contact him for you, There are other sailors, you can see them tonight at the latest..."
At this point, he hesitated to speak.
"You can tell them that if they come for an interview, they can at least get a free dinner!"
Fang Yuan naturally understood the meaning and threw another gold galleung over: "This is your reward this time. If I am satisfied with the selection tonight, I will also increase the reward!"
"Well, I think I can find Mr. Wilson now!"
After receiving the tip, the bartender immediately showed extraordinary initiative.
Fang Yuan, on the other hand, shrank back into the sofa and watched his men being wild and flirting with the plump wine girl.
Just half an hour later, the bartender left and returned, followed by a man.
This man has distinct facial features, is about thirty-five years old, has thick joints in his hands, and already has some wrinkles on his forehead.
"Sir, this is Wilson!"
The bartender said something and immediately backed away, giving space to the two of them.
"Well, sit down and have a drink?"
Fang Yuan pushed a glass of drink over. Judging from his clothes, this man was indeed in financial distress, but there were some things that needed to be confirmed: "You should know... the nature of my work here, right?"
"Yes I know!"
Wilson's face twitched and he nodded: "But I need money, and I need to raise a lot of money in a short time! Now, even if it is a contract handed over by the devil, I have no choice but to accept it!"