"How did I get to where I am today?"

Just as Zhao Bing was thinking seriously, a war horse came,

Liu Dashan looked at him and said, "Old Zhao, the Spanish are here!"

Nodding silently, Zhao Bingyan came to the port and the two sides met briefly.

"Dear Mr. Zhao, here are three hundred qualified Kunlun slaves. They are strong and are definitely good at selling coolies. We hope to buy some silk and exquisite porcelain!"

Looking at Zhao Bingyan with a smile on his face, the Spanish businessman couldn't stop smiling at the moment.

It is much better than before, I used to buy silk and porcelain with gold, silver and jewelry.

What is Kunlun slave? Slave!

Africa is full of land, and you can catch a piece with a knife and a gun. Does it cost? No.

Since there is no cost, it’s not a big profit yet!

As for the other party’s unwillingness to follow them, what do you think Spain is doing here? Do charity! They are carrying swords and guns!

White knife comes in and red knife comes out. For money, what are they afraid of doing?

"No problem, we will arrange it as soon as possible!"

Looking at the Spanish businessman, Zhao Bingyan asked the interpreter to reply,

As for where the goods come from? Of course, it was the stock of the pirates. After all, that thing cannot be eaten or sold. Now it just fulfills Zhao Bingyan.

Since everyone is doing nothing, it’s perfect to cooperate!
Chapter completed!