An hour later, Lorraine returned to the dock with two dedicated and strong workers, and saw a magical scene in her eyes.

Lake stood on the deck with great enthusiasm, chatting and laughing with three well-dressed gentlemen.

There are still more than a dozen dock workers on and off the ship who are busy raising goods.

Their movements were standardized and neatly. A group of people lined up in a row, lifted out the vegetables from the bottom cabin like an assembly line, carried them off the boat, and sent them to the large carriage parked on the side, and were neatly stacked into the carriage.

Lorraine squeezed onto the boat with a question mark and walked to Lake with the workers he hired: "Sir, this is..."

"Little Lorraine, I'll introduce you." Lake laughed and dragged Lorraine into the circle. "Mr. Martin, Mr. Thomas and Mr. Pitt. They are generous local merchants who have just bought our whole ship of cargo."

Lorraine saluted the three gentlemen one by one, and only gave a few polite greetings before apologizing, pulling Lek aside.

"Sir, you said just now?"

"Uh..." Lake's face turned slightly red, "It was just that I got off the boat just now... Mr. Pitt happened to be on the side."

"Then what?"

"He apologized for the coachman's actions of laughing at me and invited me to eat at his restaurant. I heard that he was a catering person, so I tried to tell him that our boat was filled with fresh vegetables in the whole cabin."

"Then he ate all the goods?"

"For him, we have a lot of goods." Lake carefully corrected Lorraine's words, "so he contacted his friends. Mr. Martin runs a tavern and Mr. Thomas is a usury..."

Lorraine couldn't believe it: "For the sake of buying vegetables, do they still borrow usury?"

"What are you saying!" Lake hurriedly dragged Lorraine further, "Mr. Thomas raised more than thirty thugs and needed ingredients. He was the buyer!"

A boat of vegetables, three buyers, Lake used seasickness to sell the goods in his hands at a high price of 36 pounds, and the money was paid.

Considering that the cost of this ship cargo was less than 28 pounds, Lake spit out nearly 30% of the profit.

This money is too easy to make...

Lorraine looked at Lake with a complicated look: "Sir, you may be a natural businessman..."

"Is that?" Lake liked the compliment very much, "Little Lorraine, what did you do just now?"

"I'll find some people to clean up the traces of your spell casting along the way..."

Unfortunately, as a devout Protestant, Lake denies his relationship with witchcraft.

In his opinion, Mr. Peter was his first nobleman in Black Port. He not only bought all the dishes from the Yatis Chamber of Commerce, but also introduced him to the second nobleman, Mr. Thomas, who was usury.

Lake learned from Mr. Thomas that a black market businessman was recently selling a batch of porcelain from the East, with high quality and low prices.

This coincides with the information Lake bought from the broker.

He was so excited that he immediately left Lorraine to watch the boat, and took the carriage of Mr. Thomas and entered the port area with great enthusiasm, preparing to take advantage of this demonic wind to buy exquisite oriental porcelain from the black market merchant named Old Barry, and return to Plymouth to make a fortune.

Lorraine had no choice but to smile bitterly.

So, it's at night.

The cargo on the ship was emptied, and Mr. Martin and Mr. Pete left with the workers with a full load. The workers hired by Lorraine also completed their work, cleaned up the stern cabin, and the fragrance of sea water was everywhere, and there was no strange smell.

Lorraine is very satisfied with the cleaning effect.

He readily paid a shilling for each person, then put away the board, sat on the deck bored, dazed towards the clear sky.

The pier is very quiet at night.

The harbor cannot find the anger during the day, and there are only scattered lights left in the mooring boats, silent everywhere, and no one is far and near.

Everyone ran to the port area.

There was solid land, enchanting women and spicy spirits, each one, a demon that was enough to make sailors sell their souls.

If they don't spend the last penny on them, they will definitely not be willing to board the ship and leave the port.

Lorraine suddenly missed the heir.

There is Sir Layton there, and he never needs to worry about his vigorous energy without venting, unlike now...

He actually wanted to tie the knot again.

Are you crazy?

I've called it only once two hours ago...

He stood up irritably, rushed up the sail net several times, and climbed to the high observation deck.

Only at this moment did Lorraine feel a little calm when she was twenty-two meters high.

"It's so weird..."

He stretched out his palm to circle the brightly lit port area not far away in the center, frowned and pondered.

From the time he returned to the sea again, his energy became extremely vigorous.

In the previous three days, he manned the Attis Beauty, a standard crew of eight people, at sea alone, and had to distract himself from taking care of the land duck, Lake. He had less than two hours of sleep a day, but he never felt exhausted.

Today, he had a good journey, and there was nothing to do when he arrived at Black Harbor. When it was late at night, he simply began to get irritated.

There seemed to be a fire in his heart. Something was about to emerge in the fire...

Are you sick? Or are you eager to achieve success?

While thinking, Lorraine saw the three troikas driving out of the port area. The fat Lake was sitting on the shaft of the leading carriage, waving to him excitedly from afar.

"Little Lorraine! Put down the boat board! Open the bottom cabin! We are going to make a fortune!"

...

Going rich...

Standing side by side with Lake on the stern deck, Lorraine watched seven or eight burly men walking awkwardly on the boat, carrying bags of spices into the bottom cabin, and she was not only confused but also alert.

Spices are the harvest of Lake's trip.

He followed Mr. Thomas to discuss business in Old Barry's warehouse, and planned to choose a set of appropriately priced oriental porcelain to return to Plymouth to make a lot of money.

Lorraine never thought that Lake could make a lot of money.

Although it is impossible to distinguish the authenticity of porcelain from ancient times to present, Lorraine knows the depth of porcelain industry better than 99% of Europeans.

What blue and white porcelain, cloisonné, Junjiu, Dingjiu, Doucai porcelain...

Porcelain is a work of art, and its value is never judged by its weight. Lake is just a qualified cobbler. What can he know?

The best result of his trip was to find a set of tea sets that were loved by the upper class in England. Because tea sets have both luxury goods and daily necessities, as long as they are better, they will not lose money no matter what.

But who knew that Lake actually bought three carts of spices, nearly 500 kilograms...

Things suddenly became weird.

Lorraine subconsciously touched the sword on her waist and asked in a low voice: "Sir, don't you think today's things are a bit too smooth?"

"This is God bless us." Lake drew a cross on his chest with gratitude, "Little Lorraine, more than 400 kilograms of spices... Even if it is just a poor product soaked in sea water, we can easily sell one hundred pounds back to Plymouth. That is more than 25% of the profit!"

"This is the problem, isn't it?" Lorraine frowned deeply. "Spices are not as easy to track down as porcelain. If they could be sold for one hundred pounds, why would Old Barry sell for forty pounds?"

"He doesn't have a ship!"

"Isn't it enough to sell it to the French?" Lorraine chased after him, "This is a spice, a shortage of goods in Europe!"

"This..." Lake finally woke up a little, but still couldn't help but be lucky. "Little Lorraine, Mr. Barry is a black market businessman, and specializes in supply and marketing for pirates. I guess his identity should be a wanted criminal. Once he leaves Black Harbor, he has to go to prison."

"You even think of him as a wanted criminal, and you still dare to do business with him?"

"Is this Black Harbor..."

Lorraine felt a threat.

Dunninger once said that when the profit reaches 10%, merchants will be ready to move; when the profit reaches 50%, merchants will take risks; when the profit reaches 100%, they dare to trample on all laws in the world; and when the profit reaches 300%, they dare to risk hanging.

Lake has obviously surpassed the risk of taking action now, but Old Barry seems a little too rational...

"Sir, I think..."

"Two noble gentlemen."

A humble greeting suddenly came from behind his ears. Lorraine was creepy and subconsciously protected Lake behind him, holding the hilt of the sword tightly.

He turned around and saw clearly that the person who was speaking was the leader of the spice worker. He seemed a little scared by Lorraine's reaction, took a step back and was cautious.

"Sir, I am a worker under Mr. Barry, look..."

"We know who you are." Lorraine interrupted with a squinted eye. "Is your work done? Why do I see that more than half of the spices are still in the carriage, and you are wandering in front of us?"

The leader swallowed, crossed Lorraine, and looked at Lake sincerely.

"Sir, there are too many goods, and the workers have worked hard for another day... Can you ask the people on the boat to help? We are willing to give appropriate rewards."

Lake shook his head apologetically: "Sorry, there are only me and Little Lorraine on this ship, and there are no other sailors."

"Really?" The leader took a few steps back, and even his voice became deeper.

His voice and his response suddenly made the scene nervous. Lorraine pulled out the sword with a clang, and despite Lake's opposition, she pushed him to the stern, leaving nowhere to retreat.

Lake was struggling and nervous, and had to pay attention to his most cherished credibility. He muttered along the way: "This is very impolite, and educated people should not be questioned!"

"Sir, enough!" Lorraine led the sword, sank her shoulders, and pierced the gods. "He doesn't care if you are lying, he just wants to know if there are any of us on the ship."
To be continued...