Chapter 262

The full and cramped guest rooms are full of furniture.

There is a sofa opposite the fireplace and rows of bookshelves against the wall. The bookshelves are full of books, mostly history, literature and cooking. There are a variety of languages, basically everything except Chinese.

It's true that there are everything. Among a pile of Spanish knight novels, Lorraine even saw a rough printed "tale of Genji", which shows the wide range of Adams's involvement.

"Mr. congressman, your collection of books really opened my eyes..." Lorraine sighed.

Adams smiled with pride: "few people will pay attention to my books, but they are all reading materials. Only treasures such as Mr. Newton's papers are qualified to become my valuable collection."

"Reading can 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 John Wolfgang von Goethe."

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

Adams smiled and waved his hand: "Mr. alond's first German Dictionary is still being compiled. German still has a long way to go before it becomes a world language, so it's not shameful not to be familiar with them."

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

"Businessmen will boast about people, and you are the best of them."

It's a good opening.

Colonel Hamilton listened silently between the two.

He is also a top talent in the world, especially in the economic field. However, because of his youth, he was much worse than Adams in terms of both aura and roundness. Fortunately, he never avoided his willingness to learn.

Long talk with ADAMS is learning, and watching Adams treat guests is also learning.

Adams is eloquent. He seldom meets an equal opponent. There is nothing like Lorraine who is young and has little knowledge.

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. The afternoon tea party officially began, and the topic was directly introduced into the right path.

"Mr. congressman, 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 under the tea table and handed it to Lorraine: "look first. After reading it, you will have questions. I will answer them one by one for you."

Lorraine opened it suspiciously.

This is another new arms smuggling contract. The delivery point of the contract is Boston and the content is 2200 charlville.

This number obviously estimates the transport capacity of the Jackdaw. Chalville can fill Lorraine's cargo hold at 2200.

But the problem is that the price of this contract has not changed with the new contract, the total amount of the list has shrunk, and the distance is twice as far as Baltimore. In contrast, its only advantage is money before goods.

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

Lorraine had a question mark in her head.

Adams raised his glass to hide his expression: "as you can see, this is America's request."

"Request?" Lorraine put down the paper. "Is this the new template of the series contract?"

"No, no, no, Boston is an independent contract. Just like our supplementary contract, it does not conflict with or replace the series of contracts in Baltimore."

"It's the same as the supplementary contract..." Lorraine frowned. "The supplementary contract takes 11 days from New Orleans to Baltimore, and the previous order is worth 156000 pounds. This one... From New Orleans to Boston, it takes more than 30 days, and the goods are worth 220000 pounds. To be honest, I don't understand why I accept it."

"That's why I said it was America's request."

"Reason."

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

"There's no way." Lorraine pushed the contract, stood up and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I don't have enough reason to take the initiative to reduce my profits. If I refuse this request, what's the next order?"

"Everything is as usual," Adams sighed. "Although I want to force you with our deal, the Continental Army needs your arms. I am not qualified to coerce in this matter."

"In that case, I'll see you in October."

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"A special contract to Boston... Does Boston have a big play to play?"

At dusk, loaded with corn from the new world, the Jackdaw set sail.

Lorraine pondered Adams's strange request all the way.

Obviously, Americans have urgent arms needs in Boston. However, the French restricted the access of the Continental Army to arms. With a huge number of more than 2000 muskets, they had to transport them by themselves in addition to turning to Lorraine.

This is not a fantasy.

The Continental Army is based on both sides of Chesapeake Bay, that is, Virginia and Maryland. They have great advantages at both ends of the sea and land.

In addition, no matter going south or North, the front lines of the United States and Britain are cut off, land transportation is difficult to connect, and at sea... The sampan fleet may not even be able to rush out of the bay mouth.

This may be a great opportunity for Americans to sell human feelings.

In a contract cycle, the loss of money is actually limited. In contrast, Lorraine may be able to establish real friendship with American founding fathers such as Washington and Adams, which will be immeasurably helpful to the future development of Drake chamber of Commerce.

As for galvisna, Lorraine can use customer needs as a prevarication. Anyway, the French have always restricted Americans from buying more, but they can never forbid Americans to buy less or not.

The only thing that made Lorraine hesitate was that he was not allowed to know the details until the contract was signed.

What's going on in Boston? Has it been made into a pot of porridge? Has the dock coast been blocked by the second formation of the mainland sub fleet? Will the Jackdaw hit the eye of the hurricane?

Everything is a mystery.

There are many risks, benefits and costs. Lorraine can't make a reliable feasibility judgment, so according to the existing situation, the best conclusion is infeasible.

"Ah! I always think I'll miss something..." he muttered irritably.

Haina came over curiously, teasing Jenny and McCarthy who had not seen for a long time.

"What did you miss?"

"Just some uncertain benefits and risks." Lorraine helplessly stretched out his arm and let Jenny flutter over. "These two birds are still on the ship?"

"Carmen keeps them all the time. Don't worry about food and drink here. Where do you think they will go?"

"Er... Maybe white ears ate it."

"White ears can't even catch mice."

"Maybe he made a home on the coast of the new world."

"That was true some time ago."

Hannah raised her finger, McCarthy screamed and made a circle with her husband.

"In April and may, they flew to the coastal cliffs of New Orleans to have children. Carmen thought they had gone and was sad for a while. Unexpectedly, when the chicks grew up, they flew back by themselves, just before the last departure."

Lorraine thought he heard the heavenly book: "son... No?"

"Wang also knows where they nest. It seems that children have learned to find food."

"Are they... Back?"

"The petrel is also a swallow. It's probably the nest. Anyway, Carmen is very happy."

"What a competent parent." Lorraine flicked Jenny's little brain. "It seems that you girls talk about a lot of private things, like these little guys, I don't know at all."

"The captain is not Allah. He can't be omniscient." Haina's face was serious. "By the way, I need your opinion on one thing."

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

"Yes, it's not." Hannah thought. "Katrina wants me to get rid of Bart."

(´° Δ °`)？

"He has recently cooperated with Chris Emmons. They resell military intelligence in Bermuda in New Orleans. Katrina is worried that Emmons will be exposed and wants me to kill Bart and cut off his channels of reselling intelligence."

Lorraine exaggeratedly opened her mouth: "this kind of thing is beyond the scope of private topic anyway. Why doesn't Katrina discuss it with me?"

"Bart has been bad about you before. Katrina is worried that you will throw their family into Lucy's plantation. You know, Bart's daughter is Katrina's goddaughter, and Katrina likes her very much."

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

"She likes the goddaughter. Bart's life has nothing to do with her."

"Really..."

Lorraine bounced Jenny's head again. It was heavier this time. The Nautilus screamed and flew out of Lorraine's shoulder in panic.

"Go and tell her I allowed Bart."

Haina tilted her head and looked puzzled.

"It's no surprise," Lorraine explained. "Emmons has always had a bad habit of reselling intelligence. It's impossible to sell bell anything exclusively this time. He found Bart, and Bart came to me."

"Considering that the information is too detailed, once it is obtained by the French, Shaq may die miserably, which will destroy the current North American war situation, I asked Bart to split the information into three pieces, and then mix in a large number of plausible false information and sell it at a high price."

"In this way, even if the French buy all the information, they can't judge the authenticity of each link. If smugglers get it, those who get lucky to break through will exaggerate the authenticity and reliability of the information and further raise the price. In this repeated cycle, Emmons can't live without Bart, and the possibility of losing control is small."

Haina blinked: "will Shaq's death destroy the existing North American war situation?"

"It's too easy for Americans to win." Lorraine looked away with a guilty conscience. "The war is over and our money tree is down."

"I see. So I don't need to kill Bart?"

"Just let Katrina know."

"Don't let bel Judea know?"

"No need." Lorraine rubbed his eyebrows. "I've always been reluctant to think of a possibility, that is bell..."

Before Lorraine had finished his words, there was a series of loud guns in his ear without warning.

The water all over the sky exploded around the jackdaw, and the misty fog obscured the line of sight, making people completely unable to distinguish the way ahead.

This is Chesapeake Bay, the sea area between Americans and French. They are on their way home, at the unimpeded end of the valve economy.

The Jackdaw was unprepared for the attack. For a moment, the hull shook violently and the sailors turned upside down.

Pierce's voice resounded through the night sky.

"Enemy attack! Galen at 9 o'clock, brigantine at 11 o'clock, another brigantine at 3 o'clock! The nearest distance is 330, artillery attack, port shot, evasion!"

Boom! Boom, boom!