Chapter 843 Recruitment

Market in Port Dearborn.

Bill looked at Fang Yuan squatting in front of a small stall with some wonder.

Although this market is very prosperous, the management is very chaotic. Many stalls occupy the road area, making it almost difficult to walk - this is also the favorite place of Goldfinger.

Fang Yuan patronized a bookstall.

All kinds of books were scattered and piled up together, exuding a certain musty smell.

Inside, there are not only tomes with cooked cowhide as the cover and parchment as the content, but also very scattered straw paper, and even weird scrolls.

However, the appearance is not very good. In addition to insects, there are many traces of seawater erosion and unknown filth.

Apparently, teaching pirates how to protect knowledge is no different than dreaming.

"Well, very strange text, it seems to come from a different country..."

Fang Yuan glanced at it and found that some of the words on it were very interesting.

"Of course, this gentleman... these books of mine come from that mysterious East!"

The stall owner was a bony middle-aged man, who smiled at Fang Yuan, showing his black and sparse teeth.

Just from his physical signs, 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 interjected, "I can't say anything else, but the words in these books are obviously written in the Star Islands!"

This group of merchants likes to associate their goods with the East, which means double the value.

"I swear, most of it is really obtained from an eastern merchant ship!"

The stall owner swore swearingly, pulled his collar, revealing a centipede-shaped scar on his stomach: "See, in order to get it... I got such a slash in the chest!"

"..."

Fang Yuan was speechless: "Are you sure you didn't stick this scar on, the top part has started to fall off, remember to find a better one next time..."

"Oh...damn it!"

The stall owner blushed, and covered the skirt of his clothes as if nothing had happened: "It's because Daraman claims to be the best tattoo artist in the neighborhood."

"Okay, anyway, I'm not being taken advantage of, the price of three gold Galleons for a book, you are dreaming... However, I do have some interest in Eastern culture!"

Fang Yuan randomly picked out a few big bricks: "These are a total of one Galleon!"

"God, you might as well kill me!" The stall owner's eyes turned red immediately, as if what Fang Yuan wanted to take away was his life: "It's impossible to have less than five Galleons!"

"Two!"

"Four gold Galleons and four silver Gnars, I won't make any more concessions!"

...

"Go find a bar!"

After a while, Fang Yuan paid three Galleons and got what he wanted.

"Your Excellency, Captain...do you know Eastern characters?"

Bill followed Fang Yuan, asking with some expectation.

"No... I don't know each other!"

Fang Yuan rubbed his fingers against the cover of a big brick book.

The inner pages of this book are made of high-quality parchment, which has a heavy sense of history, and the dark red cover has a hint of mystery.

Crash!

Using a little force with his right hand, he tore off the cover, and immediately pulled out a broken map from the interlayer.

"Treasure Map?!"

The eyes of Bill and other pirates brightened.

After plundering, pirates often find a hidden place to bury their savings. In order to avoid forgetting, they also draw various treasure maps.

Of course, its value cannot be determined.

Nine out of ten of the treasure maps circulated on the market are forged, and the remaining one, even if found according to the map, may only be a small bag of copper gleam or a worthless torn sock.

Only a very lucky few will unearth the treasures left by the great pirates and become rich overnight.

"It's just a remnant picture. Before we get it all together, we can't see where it wants to take us, and what is waiting for us..."

Fang Yuan stuffed the fragments into his pocket indifferently, but he was not as contemptuous as he seemed on the surface.

After all, his system has already given a clear reminder that this seemingly inconspicuous fragment of the treasure map has the property of being indestructible and is an extraordinary item, which is somewhat interesting.

What it points to must not be too ordinary.

"The Pig's Head and the Chimneys?"

Fang Yuan raised his head, looked at the name of the bar, and was speechless.

It was not evening yet, and there were not many people in the bar, so they found a relatively empty corner, ordered honey barbecue and a big glass of beer, and ate to their heart's content.

"Boss, the merchant is here!"

Just when Fang Yuan had drunk half of his beer, Bill came back, followed by a man in black with a high collar.

"The new captain of the Mockingjay? My lord, McGuire, it's an honor to serve you!"

McGuire said in an enthusiastic and false tone: "I wonder if you can show me the list of goods?"

"sure!"

Fang Yuan handed over a piece of parchment, on which was the type and quantity of the spoils harvested this time.

"Um?"

McGuire's expression was calm, showing no signs of happiness or anger, but Fang Yuan grasped the restlessness in the other party's heart from the slight trembling of his body and palms.

"The quantity is very large... It is a bit troublesome to sell... 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 jointer bent his right index finger and tapped the table.

"Too few... My valuation of these goods is 3,000 Galleons, and once you change hands, you can sell them for at least 5,000 Galleons!"

Fang Yuan shook his head.

"But... we also bear the risk of distribution!"

McGuire emphasized that he was trying to keep prices down.

"No matter how great the risk is, it will not be greater than our real swords and guns to get goods from merchant ships!"

Fang Yuan said indifferently: "Three thousand galleons, not one less."

"impossible!"

The connector flatly refused, but he didn't get up to leave, which made Bill's eyes light up.

Talking about business is naturally a process of you coming and going, constantly testing the bottom line, if you don't leave directly, you still have to talk.

In the end, the two parties directly agreed that 2,700 Galleons was a more suitable price.

In this regard, the connector is a bit disadvantaged.

His inner thoughts were seen through by Fang Yuan, knowing that the goods were very popular, he naturally had the upper hand.

"We paid a lot of sincerity for this price..."

McGill repeatedly emphasized: "But because it is the first transaction, our Chamber of Commerce is willing to make a friend like Your Excellency!"

"Of course, may our friendship last forever!"

Although he knew that in the eyes of the pirates and the chamber of commerce, the so-called friendship was nothing, but Fang Yuan still performed a full set of plays and raised his glass to congratulate each other.

"How about we trade on the pier when I go to raise funds?"

More than 2,000 gold Galleons is not a small amount, and it will take time for the sellers to raise money.

"Can!"

Fang Yuan nodded, went to the bar again, and threw a silver Gnar over.

"My lord, what can I do for you?"

The bartender behind the bar was all smiles.

People like them often also serve as intelligence agents. Here, they can be regarded as the most well-informed type of people.

"Well, I'm a captain, and I need to recruit some sailors, and I also have a first mate, a navigator!"

As soon as this was mentioned, Fang Yuan felt a little sad.

Most of his team members are captives, and their authority is very unstable.

If it hadn't been for the continuous display of miraculous abilities and the extremely generous shots, maybe this time when he landed, he would become a lonely family.

And even with the previous foreshadowing, it is estimated that after going back this time, there will be fewer manpower.

This is the case where the butcher's iron rod is specially reserved there to stare!

At this time, the only ones in Fang Yuan's hands who could be regarded as his confidantes were the captain of the charge, the butcher, and Bill, the second officer.

"I don't know what requirements the crew has?"

There was something wrong with the bartender's gaze.

After all, how could the captain of a ship rush out to sea without even the first mate and the navigator being prepared?

"Well, I need ten, no, twenty strong crew members, all of whom must be able to fight, and the chief mate and navigator need experienced veterans!"

Fang Yuan deliberately emphasized words such as 'able to fight' and 'veteran'. I believe the bartender will understand what he means.

"I see!"

The bartender nodded: "I don't have any suitable candidates for navigators, but Mr. Wilson has many years of experience in sailing and first mates, and the current financial situation is relatively difficult. Maybe he will apply for this job! I will contact him for you. There are other sailors, you can meet them by tonight at the latest..."

Having said that, he hesitated to speak.

"You can tell them that if they come to the interview, they can at least get a free dinner!"

Fang Yuan naturally understood the meaning, and threw another Galleon in the past: "This is your reward for this time, if I am satisfied with the candidate for the evening, I will give you an additional reward!"

"Well, I think I can get Mr. Wilson now!"

After getting the tip, the bartender immediately showed extraordinary initiative.

Fang Yuan retreated into the sofa, watching his subordinates flirt 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. He is about thirty-five years old. His hands are thick and knuckles, but his forehead already has some wrinkles.

"Your Excellency, this is Wilson!"

The bartender said something, and then backed away, giving space to the two.

"Well, sit down and have a drink?"

Fang Yuan pushed a glass of wine over. Judging from his clothes, this man was indeed in a very difficult financial position, but there were some things that had 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 large amount of money in a short period of time! Now, even if it is a contract handed over by the devil, I have no choice but to accept it!"