Location Pulley Harbor.

After getting off the carriage,

Binghe: "Goodbye."

Binghe politely waved to the servants of the Yuyuan family. The servants of the Yuyuan family escorted the carriage to the Pulmonary Port also knew nothing, and waved goodbye to Binghe with a smile. Everyone looked like apart friends.

Under the eyes of these groom uncles in the Imperial Garden family, Binghe walked actively with the tool box and disappeared into the crowd.

After leaving the sight of the servants of the Yuyuan family, Binghu quickly wandered on the street. The streets were filled with the smell of whale oil fried food, horse manure, and flowers and perfume.

There were carriages walking through the streets, and there were also carriages pulled by donkeys. Binghe even saw bicycles, which were bicycles he produced in the imperial capital.

"It's all sold here." Binghe couldn't help but admire this

Compared with the pastoral economy of the Yuyuan family, the territory of the Plun family is obviously a port commercial economy. This family inherits from mechanics and sailors. The median profession is mechanical controllers and captains, and of course there is also a knight inheritance.

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The family's heritage is quite consistent with its marquis title. It has a considerable influence in the field of machinery. The exam questions for the Celestial Tower Mechanical Academy can also sell them a face and perform certain operations.

In the current steamship industry, the impact and economic capabilities of the pulsator family can be seen better in the factories of the current steamship industry.

For example, the mechanics and mechanical controllers of the Gun Flame family will be picked up by airships and trains to the pulsator port to participate in the production of ships during the off-season of military production.

So if Binghe came to the shipbuilding site of the Bolun family for death, he would be able to "surprise" to see the family's acquaintances.

After half an hour of wandering around aimlessly on the bustling streets, Binghe quickly took out his small notebook and began to list the plans. The first step of the plan was to buy a certain amount of food and two sets of clothing. Then finally buy a boat ticket.

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Forty minutes later, a statue stood in the center of the central voyage square of the Pulver Port.

The statue is a goddess standing on a boat holding up the night pearl, and the sculpture is erected on a three-meter-square stone platform. The bow of the statue raises the bulge to create a cool area.

Binghe was carrying a canvas bag and leaning against the base of the statue at the intersection of the street. Binghe was leaning against the dried fish he had just bought. Binghe leisurely swings his slender calves, and his leather boots swayed against the ground. Binghe was content with leisurely: "The world is so big, I want to go and see it."

After advancing to the median professional, I ran to this estuary, and the psychological pressure that lasted for several months gradually disappeared. Now it was a feeling of excitement that I was about to turn into a bird out of the cage.

After chewing the dried fish, Binghe came to the corner of the street, squatted down and took out ten copper plates. He asked the beggar who was squatting here, "There is a private boat here."

The beggar snatched the copper plate into his arms with a look of motionlessness, then closed his eyes and said nothing.

Binghe was stunned, and then continued to take out ten copper plates. The beggar silently collected all the copper plates.

Then he said, "There are private boats, but there is not the place you should find. Go home early."

Binghe was a little angry. He didn't do anything after taking the money and was very useless.

But suddenly seeing the beggar looks like a child looking at him. Binghe thought about it for a moment, and his anger was eliminated.

"Indeed, when you run out at this age, in the eyes of most people, you will die in the eyes of death." Bingli shook his head helplessly.

The beggar took the money and saw that Binghe was the child of a wealthy family. So he asked for money.

After asking for money from the beggar, he said that in his eyes, Binghe's best choice is to turn back, this kind of choice. To a certain extent, this is kind of kindness.

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"Don't worry about the poor for dozens of dollars. They are in a situation that they are not comfortable with. If you want to get the kindness of the poor, be careful not to step on his vitals." The core of the core read this sentence that seemed to have been said in his ancient memory.

Binghe took out his wallet, which was a total of twenty liras. Binghe hesitated for a moment, took out fifteen lira, stuffed it in the corner of the beggar's clothes, then smiled at the stunned beggar, said, "Thank you," and turned around and left.

The beggar looked at Binghe and was stunned and wanted to shout something, but before he could say anything, the innocent little man in front of him disappeared in the crowd

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Due to reincarnation, his temperament becomes extremely lively. He often can't help trying things when seeing new things (that is, the naughty thing in the eyes of adults), and did not notice some adverse consequences. Binghe has found that he can no longer calm down and keep so many rules as a hundred years old. If he is as concise as an adult, he will be suffocated to death at this age.

So Binghe only pays attention to what he thinks he should pay attention to. - Whether it is childish or impetuous, or perhaps when he gets old in the future, he will look down on most things in the world, but he will not change his true nature.

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That night.

Binghe found a private ship port, and there are slums in coastal areas. This type of slums is a blind spot in urban law enforcement and has its own rules.

When it was late at night, Binghe turned on the infrared spectrum vision. Standing on the commanding heights of the city, it was very easy to see. A sailboat on the beach lowered the sails and slowly entered the fishing port with man-powered paddles.

After seeing this scene from the tower in the room, Binghe jumped gently, jumped off the house, and quickly ran towards the destination in the darkness.

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The Black Fish Private Port in the common slum of the Plunge Port has been open for twenty years, involving smuggling, human trafficking, and a series of illegal times. For the nobles of the Empire, such large private ports can be easily destroyed, but they cannot intervene in this area for management. In the empire, ten percent of people are in poverty and hunger. Any business that can make money will gather people.

Once large private ports are cleared, a lot of small private ports will appear, and these small ports are open from time to time, which is very difficult to check.

Therefore, the Plun family turned a blind eye to these large private ports in the area. As long as the Fengjin of the private ports here is handed over on time every year, the Plun family will temporarily tolerate illegal and disorderly behaviors in these slums. In the twenty years since its establishment, the Black Fish Port squeezed the business of other private ports in nearby slums.

On the one hand, the disciples of the Black Fish Gang in the Black Fish Port can fight, while on the other hand, they are aware of the current affairs and hand over the profits of the private port to the tax department of the Bollinger family every month. When the Bollinger family swept the slum gangs, they can always let the Black Fish Port go. They can also understand the situation in the slum based on the competition between these large private ports.

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Back to the present

The air currents of land blew towards the seaside, and various rotten smells in the slums mixed with the unique fishy smell on the pier. The people who quickly boarded the boat in the harbor held their breath. In the dim night, they could only hear the whispering urging of snake heads.

“Hurry up, hurry up”

"Get in and out."

"If you talk, I'll throw you down and feed the fish."

Through sound collection, I heard the situation in the port. Bingshu checked his luggage and ran towards the port quickly. His running movement was like a boy catching a bus at school. The sound of stepping on the wooden road on the dock was particularly harsh at night. Of course, he ran over so swayingly, which immediately aroused the vigilance on the dock. Six strong men ran over directly to see it. One by one, they even pulled out the knife.

Seeing that the people in front of them had only knives, Binghe breathed, and the people present had no guns.

Faced with obstacles, Binghe said in an innocent tone: "May I ask, are you a passenger ship?"

"No, get out of here" simply and neatly refused.

Binghe took a breath and said, "Isn't it really? If that should be nearby, then don't mind asking the people behind." Binghe's tone was getting higher and higher, and this tone was too loud in the dark night at this time, which also stimulated the people opposite.

"Swoosh" the knife was thrown directly, and the direction of the flying knife was Bingke's head. This move was very fatal.

However, Binghe's head twisted slightly and directly passed the knife.

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In the age of cold weapons, knights, rangers, and close combat, they are crushing ordinary soldiers.

In the dark night, most knights can use concentration techniques, sound collection techniques, and sound sensing techniques to judge the position. Binghe is now spectral vision. From an infrared perspective, the dock at this time is no different from the daytime for Binghe. And the opposite side is not even a professional.

The flying knife stopped from the left side of Binghe's cheek, and the handle of the knife was clamped by Binghe with his fingers. When he swung his finger, it was like a pencil. The knife immediately flew towards the person who had thrown the knife before and inserted it on his wrist. Everything was in between lightning and flint, and the six interceptors had no time to react.

After taking action, Binghe did not stop at all and directly bullied himself forward, just like the phantom approaching in the darkness.

With the sound of clicking, the wrists of the two people were directly dislocated. Three people were swept under the dock and splashed water. Binghu had already penetrated into the blockade of the six people.

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"Hero, stop." The hurried voice called Binghe. The biggest survival skill of this type of local snake is to immediately admit defeat when you see something wrong.

The person who spoke was a boatman in the blockade line, a ordinary boatman in the clothes. The other people on the dock now stopped after the boatman spoke. It was obvious that this was the person in charge of snacks in this group of private ports.

The shipman took out a bag and took out three long silver coins - silver coins were stacked together to form a pile of wrapped in newspapers to form long strips. This way of placing money is common. When the amount of silver coins is jingled in the bag, the nobles will dislike the nouveau riche. People at the bottom will be afraid of being targeted. The folk rules are that twenty silver coins are a large piece and five large pieces are a single piece.

Because the denomination of one silver coin is one lira, and the denomination of one long silver coin is one hundred lira. Three long strips weigh four kilograms. These hard currency can also be used when going abroad.

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The boatman placed the silver coins in the middle of the wooden road of the dock and then retreated. Binghe walked forward without hesitation and picked up the money. (He used ultrasound to check if there was anything else.) After putting the three pieces of money in his backpack, Binghe continued, "I want to get on the boat."

The boatman was stunned and whispered: "Hero, the rules on the road are not accepted by strangers on board."

Binghe: "You give me money, are we still strangers?" Binghe looked familiar

The boatman was silent for a while and said, "Then, please come up."

The port boss saw that he could not stop Binghe and would not drag him down.

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After entering the hull, Binghe asked about a foul odor. The cabin was divided into two layers. In the lower cabin, it was almost a few cups of livestock transport, and the floor was full of sewage. The toilet was directly fixed at the door of the cabin by iron chains, so it was a shame to use the toilet in the snakehead boat.

Of course, Binghe did not enter the cabin, but was invited to the cabin, a single room. This single room is only as big as a toilet, but it is basically clean and is considered a relatively privileged position in the hull. For this cabin, Binghe detected it through infrasound. There were only three such closed rooms in the entire hull.

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Half an hour after Binghe stepped on the boat, the sailing mast began to open its sails, and with the power of the sea breeze, it began to set sail slowly.

Binghe stood in the front of the deck and suddenly shouted sickly: "The great voyage has begun!" The thunder-like shout echoed in the dark night.

The crew around him were like thieves in the dark, and then he looked at Binghe who was angrily and yelled.

Note: This is a private port, and illegal business is unspoken. Binghu, who is in a stubborn mind, is still used to treating this as a nighttime public ferry.
Chapter completed!