Vol 4 Chapter 103: Smuggled online

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In the Swan Continent, a typical non-king capital town is composed like this-
The nobility, bishops, big merchants and high-level professionals together constitute the uppermost layer of a city; through the system of city guards, churches, chambers of commerce, mercenaries, and administrative officials, they will influence the tree towards the middle and lower levels of the city. diffusion;
The real bottom-level order is actually laissez-faire, which is generally assumed to be controlled by gangs.
In the stories described, ordinary people have something to find the city guards to preside over justice ... in fact, there is no such thing. The city guards don't care about these things. Not to mention the grievances and blame, how dare the people at the bottom? The worst that can be done is the civic class living in Midtown.
Gangs are often part of the city's management system-there is light and shadow.
Until the economy cannot maintain a large civil service system that can penetrate the grassroots, it is an open secret for the nobles to control the lower levels through the gang.
However, this control must first exclude the families radiated by the nobility and the city guards, then exclude the small craftsmen who join the chamber of commerce, then exclude the people who are sheltered by the church, and then exclude the professionals who hold the group ... Finally, the gang can truly control Only the bottom of the poor people, the semi-slaved sub-clan and the unemployed.
Port Chantil is such a port town.

In the evening, in the port area, the night was low, and the boat sailed and anchored.
A fast-paced piano sound floated out of the tavern, tickling the sailors off work.
Just listening to the sound of the piano, they seemed to be able to imagine the dice that Ding Ding Dong rolled on the table, the passionate prostitute with her big white chest, and the things in the cup that made people care about it. After a long day of exhaustion, go to the tavern to drink and drink, play with two dice, by the way bragging!
That is a joy in life! This life is too difficult to refuse.
The Gu family's men had left the dock in a dark mood and walked towards the dark streets; the men who didn't care were arrogantly walking towards the tavern, running towards the only light.
Even if the pockets are the same clean tomorrow morning, at least they are different tonight.
"I don't know if Sherlock will really cut off Antonio's pound of meat ..." Many people are still wondering about the story I heard in the pub yesterday-this is one of the reasons why the sailors can't give up. The story told by the poet is really wonderful!
The story of The Merchant of Venice has no market in most parts of the Penlin Peninsula-because the merchants of this world are very safe.
They belong to the class exploited by the nobility, and they will be legally robbed if they do not agree. This kind of soil is difficult to produce real profiteers.
Only in the dock area, this story is very popular among sailors! Because for the marginal businessmen, the cost of squeezing sailors is almost their natural instinct, so the one who hates businessmen most is the sailor. The story almost speaks to them. Exploiting some of their copper plates is about as painful as cutting off a pound of meat from Antonio.
When several sailors walked into the tavern, they couldn't help but feel discouraged.
Because I was hesitant about the wallet before, I came in a little late. As a result, the story of the minstrel has already been told halfway, and there are already plenty of people near the prostitutes who are exposed-most of them ca n’t sleep, but not too many people want to mix eyes.
"A glass of beer, grilled fish, and dice!" They shouted at the receptionist, then sat down by the door and started tossing dice while listening to the story with their ears upright.
Unconsciously, the time was mixed at eight or nine o'clock, and the tavern became more and more lively, and even some people were standing and drinking. At this time, the bard finally sang today's story. He used his hat to collect money and returned to his exclusive place by the bar, and used up dinner.
Sitting far has far-reaching benefits. Although the pub ca n’t hear the story when it ’s lively, it does n’t have to throw money to the poet ... as long as the face is thicker.
This is the daily routine of the terminal. After a stable order has been formed, even gang management can keep most people alive.
There are gangs behind the prostitutes, and there are gangs behind the sailors, even the minstrel ... I heard that someone greeted someone. Everyone worked together to empty the money in their pockets and worked hard to earn the next day. This is a day-to-day cycle. As long as there is a little brain, no one will do the work of killing chickens and taking eggs.

"Jean! Is there anything new? Tell everyone about it!" Seeing the minstrel eat almost the same for dinner, someone took the opportunity to coax, this is free. Compared to these dock sailors, bards are already an enviable profession.
At least they seem to be able to "freedom" as long as they have a flexible tongue and go wherever they want.
Like Jean, this young man was not stationed in this marina tavern. He walked around in several nearby cities to make money. I heard that he was the lover of a noble lady! It's an enviable life.
"King Sauvalier is about to go north. At this time, who dares to make trouble, hehe." Jean said to put down the tableware, but he thought about it and said, "But speaking of it, there has really been a thing recently in Schelles event!"
"Let's talk, let's talk! What a big deal, who is dead!" When everyone heard that it was a big deal, or it happened in the nearby town of Schelschall, everyone's eyes glowed! This is true even for the bar owner.
Do n’t see that the bar owner also sells intelligence, but he also heard from customers-this year is well-informed, and no one can be a bard!
"Cough ~" Jean lowered his head and coughed twice.
"Give Jean a glass of beer, I invite you!" Some local tyrants generously attracted applause.
With a sip of refreshing beer, the young man Jean continued with a smile on his face. "Do you know the black tiger gangs of Schelshale? That's the top gang in the city! Than us, we ... we're embarrassed, we don't give examples, in short, it's a big one!"
His words caused a lot of laughter. Everyone knew that he was afraid to offend the gangs in the city, but it was too much to dare not even mention the name! Look, I dare to scold # ￥% @ # ￥% @ 帮 ...... I am not slurred, I just drink too much.
"Hurry up and talk, what about the Black Tiger Gang?"
"It's gone!" Jean flicked the table and waved his hands exaggeratedly like telling a story. "Overnight, the black tiger helped the smoke to disappear! The whole group heard that there were more than 30 professionals who disappeared overnight. Net! No one lives, no dead bodies! "
"No! It's so scary?" The tavern was quieter now, and many people looked at each other! More than 30 professionals ... I ’m afraid they can be ranked in the top five in the port of Chantil, no wonder that Jean just did n’t dare to give an example.
"Then ... what happened?" Ai Ai asked after a while.
Jean drank himself with a gulp of wine, and then said the answer with a lingering fear. "I heard that they provoke a group of werewolves! It turned out that the Black Tiger Gang has been working with the Werewolves and quietly doing smuggling business. Although the werewolves are fierce, they are very honest in doing business. But the Black Tiger Gang does not know if it is a crime. What evil, even wanted to take advantage of the werewolf!
As a result, during the siege, they killed several werewolves, but let the werewolf young master escape. Then he was brought back by the werewolf young master and killed the black tiger gang up and down! I heard that even the corpse has been eaten up ... that's a werewolf! Cannibalism! Alas ~ miserable, really miserable! "
Jean shook his head while talking, and was drunk after a while, and was carried to the back by the proprietress of the pub.
After hearing the news, the sailors in the tavern also made comments.
"Are you saying it's not good to make money? You have to be greedy for money, and you end up digging into yourself." One by one, all felt worthless for the shortsightedness of the Black Tiger Gang. Speaking of smuggling business, can't help but YY, how good are the werewolves to cooperate with me.
It is difficult for Asians to do business in human cities-I must suppress the purchase price at most, and I must not offend them ...
The sailors talked and danced, and their mouths fluttered, as if they were already a bunch of masters.
Only one middle-aged man with a scar in the corner was listening in silence. He waited until there was nothing new, he dropped the copper plate and left without notice.

"Boss! About this business ..." Scarred middle-aged man said hesitantly after bowing to the man in the seat.
"What's wrong with the business?" The water shark helper in the seat raised his head and looked at his hands with white and black eyes.
"I heard a little bad news ..." Scarface thought for a while and repeated what was heard in the tavern without daring to add any modification.
"Is the black tiger gang?" The lord thought for a while, and he had no impression-although he had been to Schelschal a few times, he must have been a man with his tail on the other people's site. The depth of the black tiger gang.
However, there are actually more than thirty players, and the strength must be above the water shark gang, and it must not be underestimated!
"Can the news be confirmed?"
"The bard is a familiar face and has been running back and forth in several nearby towns. Everyone knows that he is still covered by our help ..." The scarred middle-aged man thought about it, but he couldn't remember when Jean was. Appeared ... It must have been several years, maybe it was grown up nearby.
This is a fellow, and it is worthy of trust. So he added another sentence, "Surely no problem!"
"Well, then I know ... the arrangements on the side of the pier, withdraw first." The host felt a headache. "Worgen, it's trouble!" He thought of the wolf eyes of the boy opposite him every time he traded with him, and he believed 80%!
In fact, the so-called gangsters are all toilet papers of noble masters.
Some time ago, for the sake of family safety, the baron master wanted to form a team of private soldiers, so that the water sharks could find channels to help buy military weapons from smuggling channels. The Water Shark Gang introduced them to the wolf-eyed boy.