Chapter 261

Obedient to the pushing of the waves, the bow of the Jackdaw gently collided with the sandbag bound on the facade of the wharf, and the sound of the collision was dull and weak.

This feeble is like a starting gun.

The starting gun sounded and two thick cables were immediately dropped from the towering bow.

The dockers waiting at the bottom shouted to pull the cable up, tie the knot and put the stake on it.

At the same time, two anchor chains crashed into the water, and soon touched the silt beach at the bottom of the water. The iron anchor lay down and the anchor hook pierced deeply into the beach.

The flat planks hooked the freeboard and the trestle together. Lorraine stepped off the ship slowly and ejected an octagonal gold coin at the pilot from a distance.

"I like your sign, sir."

The pilot smiled, put the gold coins into his pocket and greeted Lorraine with a bugle flag.

"Mr. KENWAY, that's the flag language discussed by the pilot class. We don't think we need to be polite to our family. Being polite will only hurt our family."

"It's a wise decision. My crew like it very much. Please thank your class for me." Lorraine also gave a gift. "By the way, there is a batch of hot French wine on board. Since you have prepared the banquet, please let me provide the wine."

"That's great news!" the pilot was overjoyed. "Mr. KENWAY, Colonel Hamilton is waiting for you in the management office."

"I see. Bye, sir."

"Bye."

Avoiding the workers gathered on the plank road along the road, Lorraine came to the management office at the corner of the water tank alone.

Hamilton was pouring wine when he opened the door.

"The old rule, whisky on the rocks?" he asked.

"Of course, your wine is not easy to drink." Lorraine pulled away his chair and threw himself comfortably to the table. "Ammunition in cabin 7 and military uniforms in cabin 4 are free. Please accept it."

Hamilton skillfully pushed the glass in front of Lorraine.

"Even if the value of the goods is limited, the end of each contract round can best let us feel Mr. KENWAY's sincerity and goodwill to the United States. Everyone in the Continental Congress will bear in mind that you risked your life to bring us hope."

"It's really good not to haggle over every penny." Lorraine laughed. "Colonel, will the next round of contract continue?"

"About this..."

"What? What's the problem?"

"It's not what you think." Hamilton waved his hand apologetically. "I don't have the authority to talk specifically, kenvey. Mr. Adams wants to see you."

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John Adams, a hot political star in America, an independent leader deeply hated by Britain, an excellent diplomat active in Britain and France, a federalist community leader, a member of the Continental Congress, a member of the Drafting Committee of the declaration of independence, a quartermaster in Baltimore, and a close friend of Mr. George Washington.

From the first smuggling, Lorraine was ready to meet him, but it was Hamilton and a pudgy transactional civil servant who actually contacted Lorraine.

The invitation to meet came suddenly.

Lorraine certainly wouldn't refuse to communicate face-to-face with such a big man, but he had to care about the timing, reason and Hamilton's so-called problems.

While caring, I don't know where things will go.

But escape must be the worst idea

Dressed, renovated and hired a carriage, accompanied by Hamilton, Lorraine and Carmen, who put on their best clothes, came out and stopped in front of an insignificant villa in the suburbs.

The simple villa, with red roof and white walls, is similar to the rectangular floor projection. There are no fancy accessories and gardens. Only the clean barn and stables not far away reflect it, which is perfect in line with John Adams's [simple] political and human design.

In front of the door stood two middle-aged men and women of similar height. The man is a pudgy official Lorin has seen many times. The woman is wearing a dark purple dress, a wide hat and a veil. She has a dignified and elegant bearing.

Carmen smiled pleasantly.

The dress she chose today is beige. Although it's not clear whether the host or the guest is waiting under the car, Carmen is decent in dress color at least.

When the door opened, Lorraine jumped out of the car first and held out his hand to Carmen. The two stood arm in arm in front of the two guests. Colonel Hamilton came up and stood between the two sides.

"Kenvi, this is Mrs. Adams. Madam, he is America's most determined friend, Edward kenvi."

Abigail Smith Adams held out his hand with a smile. Lorraine bent down, hooked it with her fingertips, leaned close, and kissed the gaudy ring on her ring finger one finger away.

"I've heard of your name, madam. Paying attention to women's rights and interests is a subject that every gentleman needs to cherish. There are many excellent female sailors on my ship, and each holds the life and death of the whole ship."

"It's not my pursuit for delicate women to bear the sea breeze, Mr. kenvey." Abigail retorted with a smile. "I always think women need to take social responsibility like men, but they don't have to force themselves to work with men."

"That's the problem. Men's social status gives back. Without these contacts, women's speech can't jump out of the nest of gender, let alone win wide recognition."

Abigail frowned: "the so-called broad recognition is in the hands of men. Tolerance is like you. Can you imagine the tedious life in the kitchen and raising children?"

"I'm still unmarried and have no children. You can't expect me to have a say in the topics of the next generation. But when it comes to the kitchen, the world's most delicious Chinese food and French food kitchen are men's world. My boat kitchen is also men, and even the second and third values are men."

"Arrogance! All successful men seem to be like this," Abigail complained.

Lorraine laughed: "it's not arrogance, it's giving, and the confidence that comes with it, madam."

At the end of the brief confrontation, Hamilton rolled his eyes and raised his hand to point to Carmen.

"John, this is Miss Carmen. You are old friends. She is an excellent debater no less than Mrs. Carmen. Ms. Carmen, Mr. John Adams, congressman, is the general director of military supplies procurement in Baltimore."

Lorraine and Carmen frowned at the same time.

But only for a moment, Carmen had adjusted his smile and stretched out catkin to Adams.

"Mr. congressman, your identity is so hidden."

Adams gently squeezed Carmen's hand. The gentleman saluted and apologized to Lorraine.

"Kenvi, America is a new country. It is far from rich enough in manpower to perform its duties."

"Is that an explanation, Mr. congressman who conceals his identity?"

"It's an explanation." Adams didn't shy away. "My main battlefield is in Europe. Baltimore was originally given consideration. It was planned to entrust it to Alexander next year. Who knew you appeared."

He glanced at Colonel Hamilton: "considering that you are in charge of most of the arms needed by the Continental Army, once a stable channel is formed, you will become our most important friend. I think it is necessary for the future Quartermaster procurement responsible person to get familiar with you first. It is good for you and the United States."

"Once a stable channel is formed?" Lorraine smiled. "It seems that you didn't trust me much before."

"Not now, to tell you the truth," Adams sighed. "I'm a realist. While thanking God for blessing America, I'm ready for you to never come back."

"Because God will never interfere with the law of human development, will he?"

Adams raised his eyebrows in surprise: "it seems that you know much more about me than I know about you."

"Are you surprised?"

While the men were busy, there was a sudden exclamation from the women's conversation circle. It was Abigail.

"God, John! It's a theological paper written by Isaac. Look what Miss Carmen has brought us!"

"The omniscient merchant..." Adams chewed his awkward Latin vaguely.

Lorraine subconsciously wanted to continue. When he said something, he was suddenly surprised.

No! It's going to be cold!

On the occasion of a thousand uniform shots, Carmen saved the scene with a charming smile.

"Madam, is it a manifestation of male chauvinism to let women stand outside the house all the time? I've never tried to stand for so long, and my legs are sore."

The audience laughed.

Adams patted Lorraine on the arm and sidled out of the hall behind him.

"Go inside, Kenny. If you keep talking like this, the lady of Baltimore should pour tea in the kitchen."