Chapter 162 Order

Taking advantage of the time before the banquet, Billy helped Zhang Heng introduce some captains and businessmen he knew. Most of the pirates usually do their own activities, but it doesn't mean that there is no intersection. Sometimes they encounter prey that cannot be eaten by one person. Other trusted pirate groups will also be called in to help, so it never hurts to get to know more people.

Although the pirates who came to the dinner tonight are all on the side of the Black Merchant Alliance, the two parties are just cooperative. Unlike Malcolm, they have no hostility towards the Jackdaw, as long as it doesn't affect their money, they don't care about the Jackdaw and the Black Merchants Alliance. Who cooperates.

Half an hour later, all the guests were almost here, but Malcolm, the host, hadn't shown up yet. Instead, the butler who greeted everyone at the door came in again, cleared his throat and said, "Before the dinner starts, Mr Malcolm has prepared a little pre-dinner entertainment for the honored guests, which I hope you will enjoy."

After finishing speaking, he shook the bell in his hand again. This time, two black figures like iron towers walked in from the door, which gave the guests a sense of oppression as soon as they entered the door. The two were topless, wearing only a pair of Pants, feet and hands are shackled, and the muscles of the whole body are like cast iron, like two wild beasts breaking out from the forest, which caused some female guests to gasp in amazement.

In order to escort the two people into the manor, a full guard team was used. Those guards drove the two people to the temporary stage on the west side of the hall with their muskets, and then opened the shackles on them. The appearance of facing the enemy.

Only the butler remained fearless. He walked up to the two of them and said, "It's 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 fine." Live, otherwise..." He pulled out the short musket at his waist, and pulled the trigger without hesitation at a black maid not far away who was carrying a tray to refill wine for the guests, and blood spattered on the latter's chest , fell to the ground without saying a word.

The butler put the short musket back into his waist without changing his face, and waved his hand. Immediately, two trembling black maids moved the corpse of his companion out, while trying to dry 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 soldiers and beasts. You probably don't want to be shot and killed without dignity. So, go on Come down and please be sure to bring some joy to our distinguished guests."

The butler walked off the stage after speaking.

The remaining two strong black men glanced at each other, a savage look flashed in their big copper bell-like eyes, and they rushed towards their opponents without hesitation the next moment.

All the guests in the audience became excited when they saw this. The pirates yelled strangely, knocked on their cups with their spoons to cheer, and the wealthy businessmen with their stomachs surrounded them with their female companions.

No matter how many centuries have passed, human beings still enjoy this primitive competition that releases male hormones. Unfortunately, in the civilized world, there are fewer and fewer gladiatorial fights similar to those in the ancient Roman arena, but the emergence of black slaves has filled this aspect. Whitespace.

In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries when black slaves were equal to goods, people could appreciate the fierce hand-to-hand combat and killing of the same kind on the one hand, 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 is no order, these guys are still in a small tribe in Africa at this moment, fighting and killing each other for a few worthless prey and women, without any audience around, and now they can use their strong bodies and hard work. To please us with the best fighting skills, and to bring joy to all the guests in this hall."

The person who spoke was a tall, thin middle-aged man with a serious expression and deep eyes. He was wearing a well-tailored dress and appeared in the banquet hall at some point.

"The same applies to the other black slaves on this estate. Before those slave traders caught them on the Gold Coast, they lived in a state of inefficiency and chaos, looking for Fighting for territory for food is no different from beasts, wasting this robust physique for nothing."

The thin middle-aged man spoke quickly, "Now, they are being trafficked to the New World. We set various reward and punishment rules for them, and divide the labor according to the different characteristics of each person. Let some work in the plantation, and some work in the plantation. To mine, and some, um... developed their recreational use, liberated them from the inefficient labor of finding food, and finally effectively used their bodies to create unimaginable wealth, which is exactly Isn’t order the meaning of existence?”

"You're talking about creating wealth for yourself, right? For them, life is not as good as when they were hungry before." Annie said bluntly.

While the few people were talking, the wrestling on the stage also reached its climax. Among them, the black man with a scar on his left face took the initiative. He hugged and threw his opponent under him, and then raised his fist to hit the latter's head. The sound of bones colliding seemed a bit dull in the air, but as the blood splashed on the stage, the crowd in the audience also became frenzied.

The thin middle-aged man did not deny this, "They are just goods and tools. Of course, the wealth I created 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. Continuously bring back loot, and you also need us to sell these loot in the colony and convert them into wealth, none of us can leave the other.”

"No matter how much people don't like it, they can't 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-aged man said lightly.

"I know what you want to say, but no matter in any order, the rules are always more in favor of the stronger side, especially in Nassau. The Black Merchant Alliance is willing to give the captain here a higher purchase price because they Strong enough to go to sea to bring back more valuable goods.

"Actually, the black market merchants on the island did the same thing before that. It has always been an unwritten rule to give more dividends to powerful captains, but now we have standardized it and listed it as a clause, so Our previous negotiators did not intentionally embarrass you."