Assassin’s Adventure

After stepping on the dirt road full of mud, stepping on the stone stairs, and going up the narrow road, I came to a beautiful house.

The old carpenter's tavern is the name of this place. If there is no one to lead the way, first-time visitors will not be able to get here.

"Do taverns have such names? What old carpenter, old oak, captain's daughter?"

Gordon can't stand the taste of these people's names. It's much better to call the Iron Tavern.

"Sir, you can solve your sailor problem here. I know a person who just arrived in Hong Kong two days ago to help people solve the problem of insufficient manpower."

"hope so."

Gordon was noncommittal about what the person in front of him said. It is not so easy to recruit privateers. Unlike ordinary merchant ships, this high-risk occupation has higher benefits, but its essence is similar to that of pirates. Everyone wants to get on board.

"How do other privateers solve this problem?"

He asked Mitch in a low voice that his knowledge of privateers was limited to what he had heard of. After all, there were not many privateers when Gordon went to sea.

"They recruited people from the permanent port, and they also recruited from the pirate port. They even captured merchant ships from other countries and fell into the sea. Captain, I think we need a permanent port."

Mickey explained in a low voice, then looked at the French man who led the way and shook his head: "I don't think this guy can solve our problems, and even if he can, the quality will be worrying, and the loyalty will not be guaranteed."

Gordon just cracked his mouth and chuckled: "A few big men, what are you afraid of, maybe there really is a channel?"

Mickey spread his hands, then pushed open the door of the tavern, and a group of people filed in.

Bonnet found the bartender at the bar: "Where's Mr. Hasson? There's business looking for him."

Bonnet was obviously a regular here, and the skinny bartender just wiped the wooden mug helplessly, then glanced upstairs.

Bonnet turned his head and saw the fat bald man in shorts and a towel who had just climbed out of the room, and if he guessed correctly, he got up from the woman.

Hasson creaked as he stepped on the green wooden stairs, ignoring the somewhat cold weather, and even looking a little awake.

Without waiting for him to approach, he could smell the stench on his body. It was a unique smell of long-term sailing, and of course it also had the smell of inferior perfume. It didn't take much, and a person could be judged by this.

"A sloppy and wretched man."

This is the first evaluation given by Gordon.

"Bonnet, long time no see!"

Hassan saw the well-dressed old friend from a distance, rubbed his somewhat stiff face, and then filled with smiles.

He casually took a red nightgown from the stairwell on the side, and tied a belt to himself as he walked, covering his black hair and belly full of fat.

"It's so cold, Bonnet, you're a diligent boy."

He stroked his moustache, trying to make himself look kinder.

"Hassen, a slave trader, what is the name of this young... captain?"

He recognized the attire of the sailor behind Gordon, and to be honest, it was rare for a captain of his age.

When Gordon said it, the disgust in his heart deepened by two points, and he almost turned his head and left.

But out of courtesy, he said to Bonnet: "Mr. Bonnet, I think I made it very clear that I need privateer crews, not slaves, farewell!"

He barely looked directly at the so-called slave trader Hasson, and was about to leave.

"Sir! I think you may have misunderstood the slave merchant a little."

Hasson stopped Gordon, who was about to leave, with his usual eloquence.

"We are only responsible for finding a good home for these slaves. You know, so many plantations, taverns, and slave trade are inevitable. We are just merchants. Bring me a glass of ale."

The next words were addressed to the skinny bartender. A glass of ale was placed on the bar. He raised it and took two gulps, then sat on the stool casually and looked at Gordon, the boss.

The corner of Hasson's mouth is disgusting, but it seems to have two points of truth. If it was in the original era, Gordon might have drawn a knife to face each other. Unfortunately, after seeing more, he began to realize that slaves and pirates were created by the age. Yes, killing one or two slave traders is of no use at all. The source is the capitalists and nobles who control the lifeline of the world economy.

"I want privateer's crew, not slaves!"

"It doesn't make any difference. Many ships have slaves who are responsible for rowing. In the pirate kingdom of Nassau, aren't there escaped slaves who act as pirates? If you are not satisfied with black slaves, I have yellow skins from Asia. Slaves, no, they should be called workers, and if you want, I can give you a little bit."

This completely stopped Gordon from wanting to leave. Of course, he knew that starting from the fifteenth century, when the fleets of various countries were colonized by the world, how many people were plundered from Asia. Perhaps in this world, Shao Feng blocked He has taken away from the Straits of Malacca, but a lot of people have been taken away from Singapore, Malaysia, Myanmar and other countries. He has a natural intimacy for the yellow race.

Not because of the country, but the yellow race is indeed more industrious than the black people, and the long-term feudal rule has also made them more obedient and easier to manage.

"Those are sovereign nations, so, they're all workers, and you need to pay them about three pounds a year for your crew. It's more profitable for you, young captain, I think. No one will turn down this deal~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hasson picked up his glass from the bar seat and walked down with a smile on his lips. Of course he knew what to say to people. If it was those French people, he would Will call those yellow people yellow pigs, which will make people laugh and of course bring business.

These people are basically the prototype of the later generations of Chinese workers. In the name of workmanship, they acted as slaves, participated in construction around the world, and buried countless dead bones.

"Oh? You say that, I'm a little interested, but I don't think my ship needs too many people."

Slaves and Asians could not make up the majority of the crew after all, and language communication and loyalty were problematic.

It is believed that after these experiences, the credibility of these people to the Europeans has dropped to a very low level. Even so, it can indeed alleviate the crew's problems to a certain extent.

"As you wish sir."

Hasson was full of smiles. He knew that this business was negotiated. Although it was not big, it was a good start after all. Privateers needed more people in the future.