Jacob von Anstoreia twisted his fat butt sunk in the chair, took a glass of ice drink from the hand of the local indigenous and Dutch maid on the side, and flipped through Mr. Dogman's handover. Report coming up.

In less than a minute, Jacob threw the two- or three-page report on the table and waved the maid to leave his office. After the door was closed, he reluctantly straightened up, leaned forward slightly, and looked straight at His subordinate Dougman:

"Okay, Dogman, can you be more careful with your nonsense report next time? Everyone in Batavia knows that Mr. Raditz, a Kangxi man from the mother country, hired at least six cargo ships. Three passenger ships, even if you falsify the data, you still have to be more reliable!"

Dougman rubbed his hands shyly: "Well, Sir Jacob, in fact, during the journey, five ships unfortunately sank into the sea due to disrepair and encounters with pirates, so the data on it was reduced so much. many."

Jacob glanced at Dougman, and tapped his right hand on the table as if unconsciously.

Dougman understood it immediately, took out a small sealed iron box from the briefcase he carried with him, and pushed it silently from the table.

Seeing this, Jacob took the iron box with a quick speed that was not suitable for his fat body. He weighed it casually, his eyes lit up, and he took the heavy weight as if nothing happened. The iron box was put into the safe behind him.

Jacob, who sat back on the chair, coughed dryly and said in a pitiful tone: "Well, Mr. Raditz is so unfortunate that something like this happened to him. Alas, those guys in the Navy, even though all the battleships have been transferred back. We have reached the mainland, but the remaining ships should be able to deal with some pirates. They are a bunch of salary thieves, so I'll give them a try next time.

There are also the owners of those ships that sank due to poor maintenance. Because of their negligence, they caused such huge losses to our important guests. This cannot be brushed off. You can go there later and see if you can get some. Get some compensation.”

After hearing what Jacob said, Dogman hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Sir Jacob, it's difficult for us to get involved in the Navy. Also, the owners of those sunk cargo ships, uh, they I have already compensated Mr. Raditz with all the remaining wealth I have."

Jacob's eyes widened and he said sternly: "Compensate Mr. Raditz?! Who told them to compensate privately without official instructions? This doesn't count!"

Hearing Jacob's words, Dougman secretly cursed a greedy jackal. He endured the pain and took out a gold bar from his pocket and handed it to Jacob's hand: "Sir, this is from Mr. Raditz. Your tea money."

Is it because I didn't mention this just now that you dare to take away the tea money that I paid for my courtesy?

However, Jacob, who clearly knew what his subordinates were, did not clarify his words. He just glared at Dougman and ignored the words.

Knocking on the table casually, the more Jacob thought about it, the more he felt that Lu Yi and his group were really weird, especially Lu Yi who pretended to be Raditz, a descendant of a landless nobleman in the Netherlands. He scorned this identity and did not believe in the mother country at all. status of a landless noble.

I thought about the manpower Lu Yi recruited in Batavia during these days, the supplies he purchased, as well as the arms he subsequently displayed and the escorts that had obviously undergone formal military training, and then thought about the things they purchased from the Land Department of the Colonial Bureau.

The location of the island and the strange conditions agreed upon.

Jacob felt that this group of people was probably another group of daring colonists. They probably wanted to develop an archipelago, close the door behind them, play the game of founding a country, and enjoy the addiction of being a king.

It’s not like there were no such people in the past, or rather there were quite a few of them a hundred or two hundred years ago. These incredibly courageous colonists, after having their fun, took their ruined kingdom and joined the East India Company.

, selling a sum of money or becoming a shareholder of a company, in short, is a transaction with extremely high risks, but the return rate is also extremely high.

But after entering the 19th century, especially after this land was acquired by the East India Company and became national property, this situation became very rare, let alone now in the 20th century.

However, Mr. Jacob then thought about it. The European war is so fierce now, especially since this war is different from all the previous wars. It is so bloody and cruel. Maybe Mr. Raditz and his party are...

Unable to withstand the pressure of war, Britain, France, the Netherlands and other countries took all their wealth and ran to Nanyang for a special refuge?

But in this case...

Thinking of this possibility, Jacob's greedy brain prompted him to come up with a new idea.

Yes, although I have received enough "sincerity", is it enough for such a fat sheep to only accept this amount of "sincerity"? Why not simply——

Thinking of this, Jacob and his confidant Mr. Dogman said indifferently: "The Banda Sea side is not very safe recently. Is Mr. Raditz's power enough to protect their safety?"

Mr. Dogman was stunned when he heard the question from his greedy chief, but he immediately understood what the jackal really meant.

Damn it, you actually want to eat these generous gentlemen right down to their skin and bones?

This was Mr. Daugman's first thought, and then he thought: Why didn't I have this idea on the road before?

Then Mr. Dogman's brain helped him recall the four 75mm artillery pieces and 6 Maxims with steel plate shields that Lu Yi unloaded from the ship to the shore, as well as the more than 30 guards with forbidden orders.

Dogman reasonably found a reason for himself, and at the same time he also found a reason to persuade his superiors to give up this stupid idea.

"Sir, Mr. Raditz has 4 Miss 75s and 6 Maxims with wheels and shields, and his guards may all be from the regular army."

Jacob said "Oh", as if he had just asked about the safety of his important guests before, and there was nothing more to say.

He waved his hand at Dogman, and Mr. Dogman, who had begun to sweat under the equatorial sun, immediately ran out.

In the house, Jacob took another cup of black tea with an excessive amount of milk, sugar cubes and ice cubes from the returned mixed-race maid. He pondered for a while, shook his head, and finally gave up on his tempting temptation.

idea.

After all, he is just the director of the Department of Commerce. He does not have enough power to plunder wealth from a standard marine platoon with excess firepower. Even if he unites the colonial military and other forces, they will still get the lion's share. He

A small Secretary of Commerce can only get some scraps, and may even be thrown out as a scapegoat afterwards.

Not worth it.

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I am very happy to see so many people accompanying me to work. Well, I can continue typing with a psychological balance.

I found that there are still some people who are confused about why Bedlord City accepted other survivors in the first place...I will ignore the tone of things for now, let me ask, the protagonist doesn't know where the door of Bedlord City's gold shop opens.
Chapter completed!