On July 15, 1786, Wesley Street Bar, Boston.

The bar Munich is the tavern run by Lieutenant Borg. It is famous for its authentic Munich beer in the North. It is not only one of the strongholds set up by the Royal Secretariat in Boston, but also the joint location selected by Sieg during the auction commission.

But it is said that it is the connection location, but it is actually the first time it is being launched today.

At 10:15 pm, the tavern servant opened the door of the private room. Sieg came in wearing a bright pink dress and showed a big and bright smile at Lorraine and her group.

"Yeah."

"Miss Lieutenant Colonel... This is a very difficult name." Lorraine held the wine glass, "Miss, you are 15 minutes late."

"God has given beautiful women the divine right to be 15 minutes late." Sieg held his slender neck high, "because this world belongs to you men. In order to please you, we always waste many 15 minutes before going out to dress ourselves up beautifully."

"Since even your God thinks the world is a man, He probably won't allow you to deliberately waste man's time." Lorraine pulled open the chair and said, "Please sit."

Sieg sat down with a smile: "It sounds like, don't your Neald agree with the rule of men?"

"Men dominate the sea, women dominate the land. Viking society is simple. As long as the world is Viking, we do not force the gender of the ruler."

"However, the great kings of Vikings seem to be all men, and the women who rule the land have never really received the scepter."

"That's because of their own choice, just like my mother." Lorraine recalled the sincere happy smile on Hennaren's face when she was with Elia. "But I can understand that the choice they took for granted is indeed a bit unreasonable for you. After all, you have always been a great woman who is unique."

"I finally understand why I'm so bored with you." Sieg opened his eyes, "It turns out that nothing needs a reason. Sometimes, bored is bored."

Lorraine smiled and gently stroked her chest: "I'm so glad we finally found a consensus on cooperation. So, what interesting things happened to Hartford these days when Carmen left?"

"The super ironworks project is a very inferior name. I obviously recommend Mr. Biloni Green to think of a majestic name that can be comparable to the steel city, but his imagination does not allow him to do so."

Sieg swayed his palm and complained.

“Basically, he claimed that he had found a funder and was willing to support this large-scale project.”

“Provide support?”

"The most basic financial guarantee and top technical guarantee that can continue to operate the project, and investment guidance that can enable stable appreciation of book funds is collectively referred to as project support."

“Going of the New Testament?”

"Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?" Sieg rolled his eyes. "Anyway, Mr. Green, who was supported, launched an unlimited financing in Hartford. He promised investors a 7-day and 40% return efficiency. The first phase raised 87 pounds and 6 shillings, and the second phase ended at 7 pm on July 12, with a financing of 996 pounds and 12 shillings and 8p."

Lorraine couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "What a good city that is profitable!"

"Who knows?" Sieg shrugged, "I just handed over the plan you prepared to Mr. Green as he readily understood the principles of business, nor did he understand his determination to fall into the trap."

"For your Lord said that greed for money is the source of all sin."

"I've had enough!" Sieg's face was full of boredom. "I've done my job well, don't tell me you haven't finished your job yet."

"The Drake Chamber never disappoints his collaborators." Lorraine held the cup and sipped the beer. "After returning from Hartford, Carmen arranged for people to register for admission."

"The auction system is more interesting than I thought. The invitation requires us to complete the admission registration at the Morgan Chamber of Commerce by the 18th, and replace it with the invitation to the ignorant in Boston with the ignorant ticket. This means that until the moment before the Door Just landed, even the Morgan Chamber of Commerce did not know who would actually appear in the Shelter Villa."

"We also got a chart specifically for navigation instructions," Lorraine pulled out a roll of parchment from her feet, spread it out on the table, pointing to the curve above, explaining, "Along the main channel of Massachusetts Bay, we were asked to detour north on the east end of Saug Rock Island and dock to Pier 17 on the south bank of Outer Quest Island."

Sieger covered his chin and looked for a long time: "Pier 17?"

Lorraine spread out the second picture with a silhouette, this time it was a detailed land image of Waijust.

"The Morgan family built a total of 30 small marinas with single or double stacks along the island coastline, which are neither adjacent nor visible to each other. There are coastal villas for guests on the pier, and there are special forest roads connecting with the sheltered villa in the center of the island."

"The opening hours of the island of Waijust are July 19, and the auction starts on July 20, and lasts for two days. Three auctions are held every day, including early, midday and night games, and the auction ends after six. However, the island's closing time is July 28, which is significantly loose after the meeting compared to the compactness of the schedule before the meeting."

"Then...the entry and exit of the ship during the auction is allowed, which means that we can not only choose to participate in one or several of the six auctions, but also freely choose the time to land and leave the island."

Sieg raised his eyebrows: "Where is the design of the Fury?"

"I don't know." Lorraine slowly rolled up the map. "The list and introduction of the lot will be delivered to the villa's mailbox by the Morgan Chamber of Commerce 2 hours before each auction, and before that, only the organizer knows the directory."

"Are they really businessmen?" Sieg asked depressedly, "they don't seem to care about anything except confidentiality."

"They really don't care," Lorraine said. "Because the confidentiality of the lot is relatively common, especially some heavyweight lots, the publicity and hype work had been rolled out through various channels a few months ago."

"So the people at the auction come with their own goals, perhaps their own, or as agents like us as other people or forces."

"People without goals will voluntarily withdraw, such as Mr. Green of Hartford. Those who are not strong will be attacked. In the competition for survival of the fittest, only businessmen who are rich and smart enough can step on the beach of Waijust."

"The competition for invitation letters is the first auction of the Morgan Chamber of Commerce. Those who are qualified have prepared to compete with others. The complete catalogue of lots and bidding order is secondary in this auction. It is because the Morgan Chamber of Commerce sees this clearly that it will suppress such core information at the end."

Sieg had to admit that the business war was indeed an area she was unfamiliar with. Although she was inseparable from the root of the matter, once details were involved, she was still a little reluctant to make it difficult for her intelligence to be consistent.

Experts in this area are Lorraine and his team.

"Add to your arrangements on the auction." Sieg gave up thinking, "The last thing, how about those pirates?"

"Those pirates..." Lorraine pondered for a while, "It is very likely that we will encounter an attack on our way to the venue..."

...

Meanwhile, the Royal Navy Dock of the Bermuda Islands.

The once glorious Continental Fleet anchor port has been relocated to the garrison of the security fleet, and the owner of that year is the same as today's guests.

Shaq gently smeared the mimeographed text until it touched the edge of the paper, weighed it up, and threw it into the brazier.

"Emmons, where is the source of this information?"

"An old friend of mine in Nassau, who is one of the code guardians of the Brotherhood at the Sea."

"Those retired old pirates?"

"Most of them are indeed that way, but my friend is just a timid coward, and he is not very old."

Shaq frowned: "Do you think a coward may be involved in such an ambitious plan?"

"The reason why he was caught in was probably because of his cowardice, General. The Brotherhood of the Sea has a special status in the Caribbean. Ambitious pirates can leave most of the guardians alone, but not all of them."

"An unexpected surprise..."

Shaq pondered, and slowly raised his head until the flames in the basin dissipated.

"Tell Lieutenant Colonel Amani that I need the Nepton to complete the sailing preparations within two hours."

"yes!"

"Schedule someone to bring my apology letter to Sir Hashed of Kingston, tell him I'm sorry and wish him good health."

"yes!"

"The order that the Nepton will immediately interrupt the original patrol plan and return to Newfoundland north, and this order is third class."

Emmons snapped and stood attentively: "I received the order, third-class combat readiness! The HMS Nepton, which belongs to the North American fleet, headed north and returned to the voyage!"
Chapter completed!