Billy took advantage of the time before the banquet started to help Zhang Heng introduce some captains and businessmen he knew. Pirates usually work independently, but that does not mean that they have no intersection. Sometimes they encounter prey that cannot be eaten by one person. We will also ask other trustworthy pirate groups to help, so it never hurts to get to know more people.
Although the pirates attending the dinner tonight are all on the side of the Black Merchant Alliance, the two parties are only in a cooperative relationship. Unlike Malcolm, they have no hostility towards the Jackdaw. As long as it does not affect their money making, they do not care about the Jackdaw and the Who cooperates.
Half an hour later, almost all the guests had arrived, but the host, Malcolm, had not shown up yet. Instead, the butler who had greeted everyone at the door came in again, cleared his throat and said, "Before the dinner begins, Mr. Malcolm has prepared a little pre-dinner entertainment for the distinguished guests, I hope you all enjoy it.”
After saying that, he shook the bell in his hand again. This time, two black figures like iron towers walked in from the door. As soon as they entered the door, they gave all the guests a sense of oppression. They were naked and only wore a pair of clothes. The pants, feet and hands were all shackled, and the muscles all over his body were like cast iron, like two wild beasts breaking out of the forest, which made some female guests couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
In order to escort the two people into the manor, a whole escort team was used. The guards used their muskets to drive the two people to the makeshift stage on the west side of the hall, and then opened the shackles on their bodies. During this period, they all looked like this. The look of facing a powerful enemy.
Only the butler still showed no fear. He walked up to the two of them and said, "This is not the first time for you to participate in a performance. You should know the rules very well. I won't talk nonsense. As long as you kill your opponent within the specified time, you will be able to do it." Live, otherwise..." He pulled out the short musket from his waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation at a black waitress not far away who was carrying a plate and refilling wine for the guests. The latter's chest spattered with blood. , fell to the ground without saying a word.
The butler put the short musket back into his waist without changing his expression, waved his hand, and immediately two trembling black maids moved the body of their companion out, while trying to wipe away the blood on the floor.
Half a minute later it was as if nothing had happened in the banquet hall.
"I don't want this to happen to you. After all, Mr. Malcolm spent a lot of money to buy you. You are warriors and beasts. You probably don't want to be shot and killed without dignity. So, continue. Please be sure to bring some joy to our distinguished guests when you come down.”
After the butler finished speaking, he walked off the stage.
The remaining two strong black men looked at each other, a ferocious look flashed in their big copper bell-like eyes, and the next moment they pounced on their opponents without hesitation.
All the guests in the audience became excited when they saw this. The pirates screamed and cheered by tapping their cups with spoons. A wealthy businessman with a belly on the side also gathered around with his female companions.
No matter how many centuries pass, human beings still enjoy this kind of primitive competition that releases male hormones. Unfortunately, in the civilized world, there are fewer and fewer gladiatorial games similar to those in the ancient Roman arena. But now the emergence of black slaves has filled this gap. Whitespace.
In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, when black slaves were equated to goods, people could appreciate the fierce physical combat and killing of the same kind, but on the other hand, they did not need to bear any moral condemnation.
"Order, isn't it a good thing?" A voice came from behind Zhang Heng.
"If there was no order, these guys would still be in a small tribe in Africa, fighting each other for a few worthless prey and women, without any audience around them. But now they can use their strong bodies and hard training to His fighting skills will please us and bring joy to all the guests in this hall."
The speaker was a tall and thin middle-aged man with a serious look and deep eyes. He was wearing a tailored dress and he appeared in the banquet hall at some point.
"This sentence also applies to the other black slaves in this manor. Before the slave traders caught them on the Gold Coast, they all lived in a state of inefficiency and chaos, spending most of their days searching for They compete for food and territory, just like wild animals, wasting their strong physique."
The thin middle-aged man spoke very quickly, "Now, they are trafficked to the New World. We have set various rules of rewards and punishments for them, and divided the labor according to each person's different characteristics. Some people work in the plantations, and some people Go mining, and some, um... developed their recreational use, liberating them from the inefficient labor of finding food, and ultimately effectively using their bodies to create unimaginable wealth. This is exactly Isn’t that the meaning of order?”
"You are talking about creating wealth for yourself. For them, life now is not as good as when they were hungry before." Anne said bluntly.
While several people were talking, the fight on the stage also reached a climax. Among them, the black man with the scar on his eye took the initiative. He pinned his opponent down with a hug, then raised his fist and smashed the latter's head, bones and bones. The sound of the collision seemed a bit dull in the air, but as blood splashed on the stage, the crowd in the audience also became enthusiastic.
The thin middle-aged man did not deny this, "They are just goods and tools. Of course the wealth I create by using these tools belongs to me, but the Black Business Alliance is different. We are in a cooperative relationship. I need you to help us." We are constantly bringing back trophies, and you also need us to convert these trophies into wealth in the colonies, and none of us can leave the other."
"No matter how much people dislike it, they cannot deny the fact that the establishment of the Black Merchant Alliance has enriched the pockets of most pirates on the island. This is the value that a good and stable order can bring. ." The thin middle schooler said calmly.
"I know what you want to say, but no matter what order it is in, the rules always favor the stronger side, and this is especially true in Nassau. The Black Merchant Alliance is willing to give a higher purchase price to the captains here because they It is powerful enough to go to sea and bring back goods of higher value.
"Actually, the black market merchants on the island did the same thing before. It has always been an unwritten rule to give more dividends to powerful captains. But now we have standardized it more and listed it down into terms, so Our people in the previous negotiations were not deliberately trying to embarrass you."
