Chapter 19

Elgin's theater is a standard echo wall structure. The high dome is supported by rows of rib like arc beams to support the flat bottom egg like space inside.

The front end of the theater is a round stage. Near the door, there are two or three hundred seats around the stage. The inclined arch is upward. There are six small balcony private rooms on both sides. Although they are only four or five flat, they are richly decorated.

Lorraine took Haina in her arm, nodded goodbye to the piddiks, and stepped on the thick Scottish wool carpet into the private room.

There were only three purple wide back chairs with flannelette, surrounded by a small round table.

On the table are three small sight glasses with handles, black tea and refreshments, and a sign decorated with red and green Scottish checkered patterns, with huge [VII] written on both sides.

Lorraine first moved her seat to the seat next to Mr. piddick and lifted the bone china teacup in front of her.

"Tea?"

Haina lifted her veil: "the one with sugar and milk?"

"You can also add nothing."

Haina thought, "yes."

Lorraine poured tea for Haina with a bitter smile. It was amber and full of seven points. The bitter aroma was curling and refreshing.

Haina picked up the cup with both hands, took a sip, frowned, and began to add milk and sugar, a lot of milk and sugar.

She tinkled and stirred a whole cup of amber jade into milk white. Only then did she feel satisfied with her mouth. She licked her lips and said, "it tastes good."

"Sweet milk must taste good..."

The theater is brightly lit, and the complex glass chandeliers are shown on the dome, emitting a blurred glow, illuminating a podium in the middle of the stage.

On the podium stood a young gentleman with a straight figure and a five point resemblance to Mr. piddick.

Mr. piddick poked his head out of the partition: "that's my nephew Ramos. He served in the Royal Navy and later hurt his back. He retired to run black harbor. He's a capable young man."

"Little Mr. piddick... Looks like a talent." Lorraine complimented.

"After the meeting, I'll introduce you. You are all young people. How close should you be?"

Lorraine smiled and nodded, "there's Mr. loupidick."

Ramos stood on the stage and waited for a while. He saw that the businessmen attending the meeting were almost all together.

A hundred and fifty or sixty people sat scattered under the stage, and six of the twelve private rooms were full.

His uncle, Mr. piddick, pointed a sign at lower Lorraine, indicating that this was the Derek abandoned son specifically mentioned to him two days ago.

Ramos cleared his throat and knocked the hammer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the elgen port auction. I'm your master of ceremonies Ramos piddick. There are many exotic treasures participating in this meeting. I sincerely hope you can return with a full load."

"First of all, today's first auction, exquisite canvas from lotsmouth..."

Lorraine was absentmindedly tasting black tea in the private room.

Tea is generally produced in Scotland. Its taste is far less mellow than that of Ceylon and India, but the milk is good and the tea is also very good.

Lorraine has seen many auctions on TV, including art auctions, charity auctions, and land auctions... Of course, TV dramas.

According to the general auction process, the first three auctions are used to warm up the market, which is generally not anything of value.

It's like the canvas of losymoutz.

The main sail of a sailing ship is often larger than the ship. Even if it is broken during the voyage, it is usually mainly repaired. Who will occupy a valuable warehouse to store a large piece of sail?

It is true that there is no way to make up for it. The ship will enter the port. Naturally, there are sails to buy in the dock, and few change hands, and the price is cheap.

Why bother to bring your own sails?

The auction went smoothly all the way to the third item.

Ramos asked the workers to push a large cart and remove the tarpaulin to reveal a delicate... Crossbow made of teak leftovers.

The catapult was the main naval weapon before the popularity of artillery, including base, turntable, crossbow, arrow, long rope connected with arrow and winch for retracting the whole long rope.

After the popularity of artillery, this kind of auxiliary connection, which can barely smash the backward weapons of small fishing boats, once lost power until the rise of whaling industry turned it into a sharp claw on fishing boats.

So it also has a more familiar name, called fishing fork gun.

This is the first goal of Lorraine's auction, ranking third in priority.

Ramos said: "bell dock is famous in northern Scotland. This fishing fork gun is a water test work designed and made by the dock apprentice Karen Scott. It is made of high-quality materials and excellent workmanship. It is attached with three spare fishing forks and a 500 meter long standard fork rope, and Mr. Scott promised to install it himself. The starting price is five pounds, and the price is increased by ten shillings each time."

Lorraine motioned to Haina to raise her card.

Ramos immediately shouted, "private room 7, five pounds!"

Before his voice fell, four or five cards competed to hold high under the stage. The price of fishing fork gun rose all the way, and soon rose to eight pounds.

Lorraine could not help wondering whether Elgin's auction venue was particularly popular with whalers?

Otherwise, why can a fishing fork gun that should enter the museum still set off a climax?

He leaned over the baffle and looked at Mr. piddick. "Would you like to solve my doubts, sir?"

Piddick had been waiting for Lorraine to ask.

He smiled and explained, "this is not a gun, but an opportunity to contact Mr. Scott."

"Contact? An apprentice?"

"He's not an ordinary apprentice." piddick sold it. "Riley bell is the best boatman in Marilyn in recent decades. Ten years ago, he was a first-class craftsman in Devon dock. Later, he retired to Los Angeles and opened bell dock."

"Karen Scott is Mr. Bell's disciple, and he is the best disciple. He has been an apprentice for a long time. Only because Mr. bell is in poor health, he stays with the teacher in the name of an apprentice."

Lorraine was interested: "you mean... An apprentice is not an apprentice?"

"In the past six years, bell dock has been basically operated by him. The reputation of the dock has not fallen, but is better than Bell's reputation when he was self-employed. Do you think he is an apprentice?"

When piddick said this, Lorraine was confused.

"Sir, according to you, he is loyal and valued. Why..."

"Bell died years ago."

"Dead?"

"Yes, bell died, and his son hired a new master craftsman and manager less than a month after he inherited the dock. Mr. Scott is still an apprentice as a sign of the dock. Why do you say that?"

Lorraine's eyes lit up.

In a short time, the bidding price of the crossbow had risen to the high price of eleven pounds. Lorraine smiled and took the sign from Haina.

"Fifteen pounds."

The venue was suddenly quiet.

The noble man in the private room made a bid for the second time and raised the bid to eight at a time, which was obviously a must for Scott.

Most people began to hesitate until Ramos began to count down, and then someone tried to raise the row: "fifteen pounds and ten first..."

"Thirty pounds," said Lorraine, standing up and bowing around the boxes, "you are laughing at the lack of manpower on board."