First mate is not easy

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was still very bright, facing the first ray of morning light on the sea, Lando led the porters on the deck and went straight to the agreed place.

The place that Raymond made an appointment with those planters was right at the gate of the grape plantation. When Lando and the others arrived at that place by means of transport, those planters seemed to have been waiting for a long time—at first, these oily noodles, The potbellied planters were a little wary when they saw that the person who came was not Raymond but a figure like a gangster, but when Lando revealed his identity and took out the parchment of the contract they signed with Raymond yesterday , Those plantation owners immediately changed their faces.

They surrounded him, showed Lando a tour of the orchard enthusiastically, and generously let the black-haired young man watch the workers pick the plump and fresh fruits hanging from the vines, while emphasizing that "grapes are fragile" and "freshly picked are absolutely fresh". At several points, they took Lando to see how their workers carefully packed the picked grapes into boxes—at the same time, throughout the entire visit, they did not forget to bring Lando, the "son of Captain Barceloro," From the eyebrows to the toes, they flattered each other so much that they almost flew up.

The whole transaction process can be said to be very smooth.

The contract that Raymond gave to Lando stated that the planters would be paid a large amount of money only after the grapes were safely transported onto the ship and counted.

Probably in order to get paid as soon as possible, those guys moved very nimbly. After Lando watched them pack a dozen boxes of fresh grapes, the sun had completely risen. At this time, these planters said " In the name of summer escape, the black-haired young man was guided to rest in the building outside the grape plantation and enjoy a hearty breakfast by the way.These fat-headed businessmen are much more careful than they appear, and their positions are very ingenious, which allows Lando to clearly see the continuous flow of tons of grapes through the window of the cabin while chatting and having breakfast happily. After packing, they were transported from the plantation and handed over to the porter he brought. During the whole process, it can be clearly seen from Lando's direction that both sides have dedicated staff to verify and count the quantity.

Because grapes are a kind of extremely fragile fruit, compared with ordinary fresh fruits, their boxing and handling is destined to be a process of "slow work and careful work" - when hundreds of boxes of white grapes are all It was close to noon when the box was put into the carriage that had already been equipped with anti-shock measures. It was summer time, and the sun of the Babylon Sea was hot overhead, roasting all creatures on land like the most vicious torture.

Because the contract stated that "the special goods will not be returned or exchanged once they are transported to the wharf", so after all the grapes were packed and transported to the carriage, Lando paid extra attention to spot-checking a few boxes of grapes——to confirm with his own eyes After seeing that each box of fruit was freshly picked, he jumped into the carriage with satisfaction, and took the plantation owner representative who was sent by the plantation owners to go back with him to get the gold coins as a reward, and hurried all the way to Hurry to the pier where the Seaz is docked.

The representative of the plantation owner along the way looked so elated that he seemed about to give up at any moment.

Looking at this plantation owner with a round head and a face full of fat and sweat from the sun, Lando very much doubted whether this guy is a new upstart who has not had time in his life I've seen gold coins before—while feeling strange, the black-haired young man was even very kindly worried that people would just take them out of excitement.

……but.

Less than an hour after Lando arrived at the wharf where the Sheath was docked, he immediately knew why this guy was so excited—and, in fact, the person who was going to smoke was not the fat planter, It was Lando Barcelo himself.

This day is of great commemorative value. We can record it in history and name it "Buy a grape or be cheated day" or "Schitz's quasi-captain's flop day".

It is said that at that time, when dozens of carriages slowly drove into the pier, Lando, who was sitting in the front carriage, could see from a distance the big devil with a group of sailors and porters waiting for them in the shadow cast by the ships. Deputy——When Lando saw them, Raymond obviously also noticed the convoy pulling a large number of carriages to run over them. The moment the man heard the sound of horseshoes, his hands and feet Neatly turning over from the ground and sitting up, he conveniently stuffed the fresh coconut in his hand into the hand of a sailor beside him. The man lazily yawned and stretched, and generously spread his perfectly even The six-pack abs distributed in the abdomen are exposed to the envious eyes of the surrounding people.

Lando jumped out of the carriage, and rushed to the man with his head held high and his chest held high.

Before the other party could speak, the black-haired young man glanced sideways at the dozen or so ships docked at the pier, pointed in the direction of the "Shitz" with his chin, and said with a calm and beating smile: "Can I give you some Time to say goodbye to the hot captain's throne before your ass-"

Before the black-haired young man could finish his sentence, he heard a disdainful sneer from a man not far away, and then his chin was pinched by a big hand—the hand that has always been rough on the belly of his thumb With a slight force, he twisted his head in the direction where the nearby fleet was docked. At the same time, the man holding his chin raised his other hand and pointed to the bottom cabin of the "Xize" which was closest to them. With a lazy smile in the corner of his eyes, he prolonged the sound as if on purpose and said slowly, "Did you see it?"

Ran Duo calmly patted the other party's hand away from his chin, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What the hell?"

"The bottom cabin," Raymond said with a low smile, paused, and added slowly, "the place where you will work in the future."

"The captain's cabin is in the hold?"

"The captain's cabin isn't there, but the gun ports in the bilge do need to be cleaned by hand—no technical content, but it's just right for you."

Realizing that he was being ridiculed, the black-haired young man smiled instead of anger. He opened his mouth and showed his big white teeth generously: "If you can make up for the emptiness of losing the captain's throne, you can continue."

Raymond suppressed his smile, looked over the shoulder of the provocative black-haired young man in front of him, and looked behind him. When his gaze swept around the crowd, it finally stopped at the man who was busy taking out a handkerchief not far away. When the planter wiped the sweat from his forehead, a trace of sharpness appeared in the man's pupils that were as blue as the blue sea under the sun.

The planter was shocked by the gaze, stopped wiping his sweat, raised his head, and looked around in a panic and unconsciously.

The opponent's actions were seen in his eyes, and the man narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a dangerous expression.He stretched out his hand and pulled the black-haired young man in front of him away from his front like a chicken, ignored the latter's protest and walked past him, finally, stopped at the young man who reached the height of his chest the fat planter, looking down at him.

Planter: "... Ray, Mate Raymond?"

Raymond: "Hmm."

Planter: "Oh, you, how are you?"

Raymond rolled his lips and sneered: "It's not very good. I heard that there was a heavy rain in the Balearic Islands last week. When I landed the day before yesterday, I still felt that wet feeling hadn't faded away. It's really uncomfortable."

The man's ordinary nonsense about the climate was spoken out, and others thought it was just an ordinary greeting. To the planter, it sounded like a death talisman from the Lord of the Underworld... and he became more and more angry because of the dangerous smile of the man beside him. When he was uneasy, the man suddenly put away the smile on his face as if changing his face, turned his head blankly and called a quartermaster next to him, and gave the order concisely: "Open the box."

At this moment, Lando, who was a little bit disappointed, came up and took a look at the man's face, and couldn't help interjecting, "There's no need to open the box to check, how could I forget—"

"To shut up."

"..."

Lando admits that he can sometimes appear unruly.

Like now.

So he obediently shut his mouth.

At this time, the old quartermaster who received the order from the first officer nodded, and without saying a word, he led a group of sailors towards the carriage full of fresh grapes—the strange thing was that they didn't open the box to check the goods in front of them. A few carriages, on the contrary, went around the last few carriages far away.

Just when Lando wondered why these people ran so far after a simple spot check, he heard the quartermaster yelling for them to unload all the grapes on the car and unpack them one by one. He wanted to ask what kind of mess this man was going to make, but at this moment, he heard someone gasp from beside them.

Lando was taken aback, turned his head to look, and saw at a glance that the face of the planter standing beside the man was already paler than the white silk handkerchief in his hand.

"..." The veins on the forehead of the black-haired young man twitched, and he had a premonition that something bad was about to happen, "Hey, why are you putting on such a desperate look?"

The planter was stunned by his yelling, his pale pig-headed face flushed red with anxiety, and he shook his head crazily—but at this moment, Lando heard standing beside him The man who didn't say a word suddenly chuckled, and a big hand fell on his head, stroking his hair like petting a pet: "Don't be fierce, monkey, it's not good to scare people."

The voice was too kind.

So much so that Lando could hear an unusual murderous aura from it.

Lando closed his mouth, not even thinking about moving the big paw on his head away... The number of people present who were worried was upgraded from one planter at the beginning to two.

But at this moment, when they were talking, the old quartermaster had already directed the sailors to unload all the wooden boxes containing fruit from the carriage, and the boxes were scattered all over the ground, as the last wooden box It was also unloaded and placed at the feet of the old quartermaster. The sailors stopped their work and turned their heads to look at their first mate—the latter raised the corners of his lips and squeezed out a word from his teeth :"open."

Lando was dumbfounded as he watched the sailors magically pull out special box-opening tools from various parts of their bodies. As countless nails were pried open and wooden board covers were pushed away, a gust of sea breeze mixed with salty and wet breath blew Come on, the black-haired young man sniffed his nose, and when he faintly smelled an unusual smell mixed in the sea breeze, he paused, took two more breaths, and finally smelled the "different smell" He suddenly changed his face when he was wondering what the "normal smell" belonged to.

With a movement that almost broke his own neck, he twisted his head viciously, his black pupils were like irritated puppies, staring viciously at the man who had almost shrunk into a ball at this time, trying to reduce it. A planter with a sense of his own presence.

At the same time, he heard Raymond sneer beside him.

The man took a step forward and strode towards the wooden boxes that were opened one by one—as more and more boxes were opened, the strong smell of stinky wine in the air became heavier and heavier, that kind of The smell can be guessed by anyone who smells it. It is definitely the smell of stale grapes that have fallen from the vine and been picked up for preservation.

Lando followed behind Raymond, watching helplessly as the man removed the top layer of a box of seemingly fresh grapes, and the dull, moldy grapes below were exposed to the sun majestically. Underneath, those grapes were scattered, and some of them were even broken one by one—this kind of absolutely defective product, not to mention the good price agreed in the sales contract, in this kind of grape harvest. Season, I am afraid that only unscrupulous vendors who sell cheap liquor on the street will use the extremely low price to buy it in a way that is almost equivalent to cleaning up garbage.

Lando's face changed again and again, and he came to another box of grapes, and lifted the top layer of fresh grapes - the defective products that were exposed underneath were in exactly the same condition as the previous box, which made him feel his stomach Almost fell to the bottom of the crotch.

He left the crate full of rotten grapes that gave him a headache just looking at it, and came to the third crate—he stopped and remained silent for a few seconds. This time, he didn't reach out to open the top crate again. Instead of checking the layer of grapes, he directly raised his foot and kicked over the heavy box without hesitation!

There was only a loud "bang", and the strong wooden box was kicked into pieces by the black-haired young man. The grape juice with a strong smell of wine splashed everywhere, and it was hanging loosely on the branches and leaves. The fruit juice on the table easily fell off due to the vibration, and rolled silently to the ground, and the peel was covered with dust from the pier.

Dirty as hell.

At this time, in Lando's mind, Raymond's words that sounded like he was complaining about the weather inadvertently -

[I heard that there was a heavy rain in the Balearic Islands last week. When I docked the day before yesterday, I still felt that the wet feeling has not faded...]

last week.

rainstorm.

Ah yes, no wonder - no wonder there are so many bad grapes for them to sell as shoddy.

Lando turned around abruptly, and stared viciously at the plantation owner who had seen his deeds revealed and he was in a bad state. The latter's face was pale and trembling. The black-haired young man who traded with him and brought back the rags like treasures was cut to pieces!

He glanced at Raymond quickly with those mouse-like eyes, and then glanced at Lando even more quickly. Then, under the circumstances that no one expected, this guy didn't know that he was scared. Stupid or whatever, he opened his throat and raised his head to laugh out loud. While laughing, he said in a trembling voice: "Who told you to send this ignorant idiot to make a deal—now, now you found out and How about it! You guys have to give me the exact amount of gold coins agreed in the contract!"

"Oh?" Raymond rolled his eyelids, and made a puzzled voice without much emotion.

"Yes! Contract! That's it!" The planter's eyes lit up, as if he had found a life-saving driftwood, he hurriedly took out a crumpled and Lando bag from his pocket The parchment that is like the contract in the book, "in two copies, it is clearly written, we will hand over the grapes to you, and you must give me [-] gold coins as the equivalent price!"

Hearing the shameless words of the planter, Raymond was not in a hurry, and showed a hesitant expression as if he was really helpless: "But, if you sell me grapes of this quality—"

"Then I don't care!" The planter looked so proud now, he waved the parchment in his hand like an octopus, and shouted red-faced, "It's clearly written in the contract." , The inspection stage is over after the box is loaded onto the carriage—afterwards, regardless of the quality of the grapes, you have no reason to return the goods! No reason! Return the goods!"

Hearing his words, Lando almost turned his back in anger—however, seeing the man who was about to bear the [-] gold coins, he smiled unhurriedly... He didn't even give him a glance The dancing farmer glanced at him, raised his foot, and kicked over countless fruit boxes full of defective grapes along the way. When the planter calmed down, the scene was surprisingly quiet. The man's heavy leather shoes stepped on the ground. Those grapes made the sound of "puff puff puff" juice splashing, that sound...

Lando just felt as if his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were pulled out and placed under his feet, and he stepped on them all the way.

With this frightening sound, he came straight to the pale black-haired young man, stretched out a finger silently, raised his chin, and let those black pupils that were dazed with anger look at him .

"You can't beat me in a fight, you can't do business as a profiteer, and you can't do it if you come to Wuhan, and you can't do it—the fleet is handed over to you. Are you going to open up a new route to lead us to a new future?"

"..."

The man stretched out his hand to cover the eyes of the black-haired young man, feeling the other party's aura subdued slightly, he raised the corner of his lips and asked, "What did you see?"

"It's pitch black." The black-haired young man who was asked the question answered very honestly.

"Well, good answer, remember this darkness, this is the so-called 'new future'."

"..."

"Do you know how high the sky is?"

"..."

"Do you know how deep it is?"

"..."

The man lowered his eyes and looked at the black-haired young man who was half a head shorter than himself in front of him, and then, in the silent staring at each other, the expression in those blue pupils finally softened a little, and he raised the corners of his lips, Showing that wimpy smile that still looks very unbeatable: "It's good to know."

Letting Lando go, he stretched out his hand and spread it flat in his eyes: "Here's the contract."

"..." Lando stared at him stiffly for a few seconds, and then when the man raised his eyebrows, he honestly took out the contract and stuffed it into his hand.

The man who took the contract opened it unhurriedly, glanced at it, then closed it again, turned around, glanced sideways at the straightened planter with a victorious face, paused and then He said lightly, "Look at the contract in your hand."

The plantation owner immediately stared at this: "Why, want to deny it? It is completely in compliance with the relevant laws and regulations on trading commodities, and there is no suspicion of being invalidated because of violations - I read it [-] times yesterday, and there is no problem at all!"

"Why are you excited? Does it make sense if you speak louder?" Raymond sneered, "I mean the position of the signature."

"What's the matter with the signature, we signed the contract on the spot - look at it," the planter patted the contract vigorously, as if poking a hole in the signature place, "You replace Barrow The name signed by Barcelo - don't deny it, I know that your chief mate has the right to make decisions for the captain. Correspondingly, this contract also has the seal of your captain Barceloro, double guarantee, don't try to deny it !"

"..."

Hearing his father's name, Lando's eyelids twitched.

He raised his head, glanced blankly at the tall man standing beside him, and then glanced even more blankly at the planter not far away who looked like he had been bloodied... After waiting for a while, he blinked: "... Signed in my father's name?"

Raymond nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

The planter's nostrils were turned up in anger.

Ran Duo's eyes became even more bewildered: "But my dad is already pissed off. According to the contract stipulated by the chamber of commerce, the recipient must sign in person. This...does this contract still count?"

The planter turned his nostrils to the sky, opened in anger, and after a pause of three seconds, closed in anger.

He stiffened his neck, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, his eyes flicked back and forth between the smiling man not far away and the bewildered black-haired young man, then stood up, and finally gradually widened his eyes.

The sea breeze blew, and a group of seabirds fluttered and sang in the sky.

"Of course not. The captain has just died, let him be buried in peace-oh, or, you can try to burn this contract for him to sign?"

Facing the livid-faced fat pig's head not far away, the biggest iron rooster in the Sea of ​​Babylon smiled slightly, threw away the parchment in his hand like a piece of waste paper, and then, with unrestrained steps, chin Amidst the sound of landing, he swaggered away.

The representatives of the plantation owners were left messy in the wind.

Leaving behind the wind messy Captain Barcelolo's son, Lando Barcelolo.

……

night.

Captain's lounge.

Standing in front of the large captain's desk, the young black-haired young man gritted his teeth and watched the man relax in the armchair that should have belonged to him. The latter held a wine glass in his hand and arrogantly stretched his two long legs Standing on the edge of the table... It seemed that he felt the murderous gaze of the black-haired young man, but the man sitting in the soft armchair chuckled unsatisfactorily: "What are you staring at me for? I remember that I seemed to say that this Seems like a task that can be done with a normal human IQ?"

"..."

"Oh, tsk tsk, sorry, I actually forgot that you are not a normal human at all, you are just a monkey."

"..."

"It's my fault, it's really hard for you."

"Raymond! Grandson! You did it on purpose!"

"How can you say that, I just have confidence in the lower limit of your IQ."

"..."

"I'm willing to take the bet, monkey. As I said, it's time to dust the gun ports in the bilge. Go, goodbye... Oh, no, it's best not to see each other forever."