Just as the Steward had said, on the third day a merchant ship appeared.
Chuzheng intercepted the merchant ship, confirmed that it really was loaded with cloth, and had the steward of the ship brought over.
Just like the previous steward, he was scared out of his wits, and as soon as he came over he started wailing like a ghost for mercy.
"Stop howling." Chuzheng got impatient with the noise. "I'm here to do some business with you."
Steward: "???"
The Steward suspected he'd misheard out of fear; otherwise, how could he be hearing a pirate say she wanted to do business with him?
Business in human heads?
Yet when Chuzheng actually took out silver notes and said she wanted to buy the cloth on his ship, the Steward had no choice but to go along.
"You… you're not going to kill us?" The Steward was still trembling.
"If you want to die, I can fulfill that wish too." After all, I'm a good person.
