Batavia, Dutch Governor's Palace.

"This is a naked threat, blackmail. Shameless Qing people." The Dutch governor threw the note from the Qing Prime Minister's Foreign Affairs Office forwarded by the Dutch government on the desk.

"Mr. Governor, what's going on? First, the Dutch government asked us to delay the street sweeps against the Chinese, and now it sent us this note." The Dutch garrison commander asked uneasily.

"See for yourself." The Dutch Governor threw the note in front of the garrison commander. "The Qing Ministry of Foreign Affairs actually asked us to protect those Chinese who are making trouble. Moreover, the main force of the Beiyang Fleet will bring nearly a thousand marines (he put the marines directly under the Beiyang

and the Huai Army sent separately) will visit Batavia soon." The Dutch Governor said through gritted teeth.

"Nearly a thousand marines? Even if a warship is cruising the South China Sea or visiting, there is no need to bring so many land troops." The commander of the Dutch garrison stroked his glasses that almost fell to the ground and said. "Is it possible that the Qing Dynasty wants to go to war with the Kingdom of the Netherlands?

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"I want to ask you, how many troops do we have in Indonesia, and what are our chances of winning if a war breaks out?" the governor asked with red eyes.

"We have a total of more than 10,000 soldiers in the entire East India region. But you have to note that this is a total force scattered throughout the jurisdiction. It is actually difficult to mobilize." (Historically, during World War II, the Dutch garrisoned troops.

It’s only 40,000, so I’ll count it as more than 10,000 here. I can’t find the information.) The garrison commander thought for a while and said.

"Aren't there still those natives? Count them in! Shoot them!" the governor said ferociously.

"Well, these natives armed with parang knives and muskets cannot really be called an army. Even if they are given modern weapons, due to lack of training and discipline, they are simply vulnerable and cannot even deal with Chinese armed forces.

"The commander hesitated for a long time and said. "And we can't go to war with the Qing Dynasty.

The warships of the home fleet are all small warships and lack long-distance navigation capabilities. Moreover, even if they can come over, I am afraid that Batavia, Pontianak, Semarang and other areas have already been swept away by the naval guns of the Beiyang Fleet, and there will be no bases at all.

The warships are going to dock, and our fleet in the colonies is even less impressive."

"The Qing people are far away from us. We can completely drag them down. The financial resources of the Qing Dynasty cannot support the long-term operation of the Beiyang Fleet." The Dutch Governor kept repeating like a drowning man who found a straw.

"But Lord Governor, you should know that the distance between your jurisdiction and the mainland of the Netherlands is even further. The Dutch government is even less able to provide effective support, and although the Qing government cannot rule this area, you hope to see a Paris destroyed by artillery fire.

The city of Davia? Leaving behind a ruined city that was scorched by the war and a severely damaged army, the Netherlands is also unable to rule this land." The garrison commander hurriedly explained.

"Then why did the Beiyang Fleet come here? If it can't get any benefits, let alone the Qing government, even Li Hongzhang, the actual controller of the Beiyang Fleet, would not throw his fleet away?" The Dutch Governor suddenly remembered something,

He turned around and asked.

"Well, it's said that some Chinese businessmen have established a connection with Beiyang personnel." said a person in charge of internal affairs on the side.

"Throw these people into prison. I will send them all to the gallows afterwards!" roared the Dutch governor.

"Do you want to declare war with the Qing Dynasty? You have no power to do so. Unless authorized by the cabinet, you cannot do so!!" the garrison commander who had always been humble said sternly.

"Then what do you want? Let's wait until the Beiyang Fleet has left before we take action?" The governor seemed to have lost all his strength in an instant and slumped in his chair.

"Actually, we can rely on the British." said the garrison commander.

"The British? This group of guys who have no absolute interest in participating will not help an army that is destined to defeat. And now I don't know who is running it. We sent our street sweeping plan and articles sympathetic to the Nanyang Chinese to The Times

Even if the British government wants to do it, it has to take into account domestic public opinion." A Dutchman shook his head and said.

"Then what should we do now?" the governor asked weakly.

"Actually, the Qing Dynasty just wants a guarantee, a guarantee that it will not harm the Chinese. I can try to live in peace with the Chinese. Even if I can't, this street sweeping operation cannot continue. Otherwise, no matter what, once the Beiyang Fleet really launches a campaign for this,

If we come over, the Netherlands will never be able to help us stop it. Even if we are given enough time, the Dutch government will not be able to enable our navy in the colonies to fight against the Qing fleet. This is a limitation of national power. There is no other way." A think tank.

He said rather frustrated.

"Absolutely, how can those Chinese enjoy the same rights as the Dutch? This land belongs to the Netherlands, and those yellow people do not deserve to own this land!!" the governor shouted hysterically.

"You have the right to express your own opinion, but you have no right to make your own decisions. You have to ask the government for instructions." The garrison commander emphasized that he was not willing to sacrifice his life for someone who could not understand the situation.

"Okay, then we will suspend all measures against the Chinese and wait for the government's instructions. You go out." After the governor said the last sentence, his eyes closed in pain.

At the same time, Peng Haifeng, who was far away in Guangzhou, handed a letter to Chen Ming beside him with a proud face.

"The Dutch are scared." Peng Haifeng said with a smile.

"I didn't expect that the Dutch would admit defeat like this? The police and gendarmes deployed in various Chinese communities were withdrawn? The indigenous people also returned to their own territory?" Chen Ming asked in surprise.

"What's so surprising? If the Dutch can't beat them, then they have to accept it. This is different from doing business. Power is everything, and winning is the last word." Peng Haifeng said.

"Will the Dutch retaliate against us in the future?" Chen Ming frowned and said uneasily.

"As long as the Beiyang Fleet continues to maintain its number one position in the Far East, as long as the people who speak for us are still there, and as long as we can maintain the cooperative relationship between the Beiyang and Nanyang business groups, we will never have to be afraid of the Dutch." Peng Haifeng said with a long sigh.

I really didn't expect that a person I met inadvertently would bring such a big change to the fate of myself and the Nanyang Chinese. "This is fate. A small change can affect the future." Many years later, Peng Haifeng wrote in his diary

This sentence was written on the notebook.

"Boss Peng really has a long-term vision. Mr. Chen is ashamed of himself." Chen Ming said with admiration.

"By the way, go back and tell Mr. Chen that Mr. Xu from Beiyang wants to meet Mr. Chen. He was recommended to Beiyang by Mr. Xue Fucheng. Now he is Mr. Li's disciple. To me

The Nanyang Chinese have a good impression." Peng Haifeng finally explained.

"Chen Ming must bring the words." Chen Ming saluted.
Chapter completed!