The rooms are full and cramped, full of furniture.

Opposite the fireplace is a sofa, and against the wall is a row of bookshelves. The bookshelves are full of books, mostly history, literature, and culinary arts. There are many languages, except Chinese, basically everything.

It really has everything. Among a bunch of Spanish knights, Lorraine even saw a rough-printed "The Tale of Genji", which shows the breadth of Adams's exploration.

"Mr. Senator, your collection of books really opened my eyes..." Lorraine said with emotion.

Adams smiled complacently: "Very few people pay attention to my books, but they are all reading materials. Only treasures like Mr. Newton's papers are qualified to become my precious collection."

"Can readings surprise me more than collections?" Lorraine shook his fingers up and down, "English, English, French, French, English, French..."

"The third is a German book, "Faust" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe."

"Oh, German, no wonder I saw some strange writing."

Adams smiled and waved his hand: "Mr. Arond's first German dictionary is still being compiled. German is still a long way from becoming a world language, so it is not shameful not to be familiar with them."

Lorraine shrugged: "In fact, your erudition is the source of my shame, not German."

"Businessmen will praise people, and you are the best."

Very good opening remark.

Colonel Hamilton listened silently between the two of them.

He is also one of the top talents in the world, especially in the economic field. But because of his youth, whether it is aura or mellow, it is still a lot worse than Adams. Fortunately, he never evades his willingness to learn.

Long talk with Adams is learning, and watching Adams hospitality is also learning.

Adams is so eloquent that he rarely meets evenly matched opponents, and it is even rarer for him to be as young as Lorraine and not much knowledgeable.

So he looked at Adams and listened to Adams, but in fact, Lorraine gave him a deeper and stronger feeling.

Carmen and Abigail served tea and refreshments together, and the afternoon tea party officially began, and the topic was directly brought into the right way.

"Mr. Member, I heard from Mr. Colonel that you have something to discuss with me. The content... seems to involve our contract?"

Adams nodded, took out a document from the coffee table and handed it to Lorraine: "Look first, you will have questions after reading it, and I will answer them one by one."

Lorraine opened it suspiciously.

This is another new arms smuggling contract. The delivery point of the contract is in Boston and the content is 2,200 Charville.

This amount obviously estimated the Jackdaw’s transportation capacity, and 2,200 Charville could fill Lorraine’s cargo hold.

But the problem is that the price of this contract is unchanged from the new contract. The total amount of the invoice has shrunk, and the distance is twice as far as Baltimore. In contrast, its only benefit is only money first and then goods.

Such a trivial guarantee obviously cannot offset Lorraine's loss. In that case, why do Americans think Lorraine will accept it?

Lorraine had a question mark in his forehead.

Adams concealed his expression by a toast: "As you can see, this is a request from the United States."

"Request?" Lorraine put down the paper in his hand, "Is this a new template for the series of contracts?"

"No, no, no, Boston is an independent contract, just like our side contract, it does not conflict with the Baltimore series of contracts, let alone replace it."

"It's the same as the contract..." Lorraine frowned. "The contract takes 11 days to go back and forth from New Orleans to Baltimore, and the last order is worth 156,000 pounds. This... from New Orleans to Boston, it takes more than 30 days to go back and forth. The value is 220,000 pounds. To be honest, I don't understand why I want to accept it."

"That's why I said that this is a request from the United States."

"reason."

Adams struggled for a moment and shook his head: "I can't say until you sign the contract."

"Then there is no way." Lorrain pushed the contract and stood up and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I don't have enough reason to actively reduce my profits. If I refuse this request, then place an order?"

"It's business as usual." Adams sighed. "Although I really want to use the deal between us to persecute you, the Continental Army needs your arms. In this matter, I am not qualified to coerce."

"In that case, we will see you in October."

...

"Special contract to Boston... Could it be that there is a big show to be staged in Boston?"

As night fell, the Jackdaw embarked on its homeward journey, laden with corn from the New World.

Lorraine was thinking about Adams' strange request all the way.

Obviously, the Americans have an urgent need for arms in Boston. But the French restricted the Continental Army’s access to arms. With the huge number of more than 2,000 muskets, apart from asking Lorraine for help, they had to transport them by themselves.

This is nothing short of fantasy.

The Continental Army's land and sea foundations are on both sides of the Chesapeake Bay, namely Virginia and Maryland, and they have greater advantages on both land and sea.

In addition, no matter going south to north, the front lines of the United States and Britain are in a dog-toothed cut-off state, land transportation is difficult to connect, and the sea... that sampan fleet may not even be able to rush out of the bay.

This may be a huge opportunity to sell favor to Americans.

In a contract cycle, the money loss is actually limited. In contrast, Lorraine may be able to establish true friendship with the founding fathers of the United States such as Washington and Adams. This will have an immeasurable impact on the future development of the Drake Chamber of Commerce. help.

As for Galvesna, Lorraine can use customer demand as a prevarication. Anyway, the French have only restricted Americans from buying more, but it has never been possible to prohibit Americans from buying less or not.

The only thing that made Lorraine hesitated was that he was not allowed to know the details before the contract was signed. Think twice

What is the situation in Boston now? Has it become a pot of porridge? Has the shore of the dock been blocked by the second formation of the Continental Squadron? Will the Jackdaw crash into the eye of the hurricane?

Everything is a mystery.

Risks, benefits, costs...There are so many, Lorraine cannot make a reliable feasibility judgment, so based on the current situation, the best conclusion is that it is not feasible.

"Ah! I always feel like I would miss something..." he muttered irritably.

Henna came over curiously, and there were Jenny and McCarthy who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"What did you miss?"

"It's just some uncertain benefits and risks." Lorraine stretched out his arms helplessly, letting Jenny fly over, "Are these two birds still on board?"

"Carmen has been raising them. There is no worries about eating and drinking here, where do you think they will go?"

"Uh...maybe eaten by White Ears."

"White Ears can't even catch a mouse."

"Maybe I made my home on the coast of the New World."

"It was true last time."

Henna cocked her finger, and McCarthy cried out to be reunited with her husband.

"In April and May, they flew to the coastal cliffs of New Orleans to give birth to children. Carmen thought they were gone, and was sad about it. You know, when the chicks grow up, they fly by themselves. I came back, just before the last departure."

Lorraine thought he had heard the scriptures: "My child... no more?"

"The king also knows where they build their nests. It seems that the children have learned to find food."

"They... are back?"

"Haiyan is also a swallow. Maybe it's the nest. Carmen is very happy anyway."

"Really symmetrical parents." Lorraine flicked Jenny's little head. "It seems that your girls talk about a lot of private matters, like this to the little guy, I don't know at all."

"The captain is not God, and it is impossible to know everything." Henna said with a serious expression, "By the way, I need your opinion on one thing."

"It's also a private matter between girls?"

"Yes, not." Henna thought for a while, "Katerina wants me to get rid of Bart."

('°Δ°`)?

"He recently cooperated with Chris Emmons, and the two were reselling Bermuda's military intelligence in New Orleans. Catalina was worried that Emmons would be exposed and wanted me to kill Bart and cut off his channel for reselling intelligence."

Lorraine opened her mouth exaggeratedly: "This kind of thing is beyond the scope of private topics anyway? Why didn't Catalina discuss it with me?"

"Bart has broken your business before. Katerina is worried that you will throw their family into Lucy's plantation. You know, Bart's daughter is Katerina's goddaughter, and Katerina likes her very much."

"So she asked you to kill her goddaughter's father?"

"She likes the goddess, and Bart's life and death have nothing to do with her."

"It really is……"

Lorraine flicked Jenny's head again, this time heavier, and the sea parrots screamed and flew out of Lorraine's shoulder in panic.

"Go and tell her that Bart's business is my permission."

Henna tilted her head and looked puzzled.

"Nothing strange." Lorraine explained, "Emmons has always had the bad habit of reselling intelligence, and this time it is impossible to sell the things to Bell only to the exclusive. He found Bart, and Bart came to me."

"Considering that the information was too detailed, Shaq might die miserably if it was obtained by the French, which would destroy the current situation in North America. I asked Bart to disassemble the information, roughly into three pieces. Then mix in a lot of specious false information and sell it at a high price."

"In this way, even if the algorithmic people buy all the intelligence, they cannot judge the true or false of each link. If it is obtained by smugglers, those who are lucky enough to break through will exaggerate the truthfulness and reliability of the intelligence, and further increase the price. This repeats the cycle, Emmon Si can't do without Bart, and the possibility of losing control is small."

Henna blinked: "Will Shaq's death destroy the existing North American war?"

"The Americans will win too easily." Lorraine looked away with a guilty conscience. "When the war is over, our cash cow will fall."

"That's it. So I don't need to kill Bart?"

"Know in a small area, just let Katerina know."

"No need to let Bell Judea know?"

"No need ~lightnovelpub.net~ Lorraine rubbed his eyebrows, "I have been reluctant to think about a possibility, that is Bell..."

Before Lorraine's words were finished, a series of loud cannons rang in his ears without warning.

Splashes of water in the sky blew up around the Jackdaw, and the mist obscured the line of sight, making it impossible to tell the way forward.

This is the Chesapeake Bay, the waters of the Americans and French, who are on their way home, at the end of the valve economy unimpeded.

The Jackdaw was unprepared for the attack, and for a time the hull shook violently, and the sailors turned on their backs.

Pierce's voice resounded in the night sky.

"Enemy attack! Galen at nine o'clock, Brigentine at eleven o'clock, another Brigentine at three o'clock! The closest distance is 330, shelled, port side bombed, evade!"

boom! Boom boom boom boom!

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