Chapter 269 Fox!

At the seemingly narrow gate of Jakarta, the Dutch guards were leaning against the root of the wall made of the boulder and coral reef, talking about the cigarette with Chinese characters, whispering and laughing, telling some vulgar jokes. From time to time, some alcoholic soldiers took out small wine pots from their arms and said. Fill it with a sip.

"Look, that upstart Arozo is here again." A sharp-eyed Dutch soldier saw the figure on the horse in the distance and stabbed his companion beside him.

"Wow, this guy is really diligent. He went out to recruit hard work so early. It seems that this guy must be very stingy with his salary. Otherwise, why did those hard labors leave after doing it for him for a few days? The companion spit the cigarette butt on the ground, patted his military uniform and walked to the gate. Several other soldiers also stood aside with a smile, but when they looked at the approaching horse, their eyes were full of jealousy and greed.

"Hey, look who it is. Good morning, Mr. Arozo. I didn't expect you to leave the city so early today. The second lieutenant of the Dutch soldier guarding the city gate took off his hat and greeted the upstart, who was riding a purebred Arabian horse, wearing a gorgeous robe, and several white guards.

"Good morning, gentlemen. Yes, what else can I do when I go out of the city? It's not because of those damn laborers who have only worked for a few days, and there are only a few left. You know, the salary I give them is not low, two guilders a day, but let's see how they treat me? I've only done it for a few days, and I didn't even want my salary to run away. Is it because I'm not generous enough or not close enough? The chestnut-haired middle-aged man sitting on the horse shook his hand with a huge ruby ring and spit to complain about the injustice he had suffered.

Although those soldiers maintained listening and sympathy on their faces, in fact, their hearts were full of contempt. Two guilders a day, only 60 guilders a month, which is only one-tenth of the salary of these soldiers. Even if the Governor's House gives those indigenous salaries, there are at least 120 guilders per month.

Despicable anniper, shameless vampire, brazen upstart. This is a classic in the many comments of these soldiers on the Spanish upstart who has been in Jakarta for less than two months.

However, Arrozo did not realize it, but complained that he had to provide them with food and shelter in addition to the wages paid to those damn workers every day, which was a large expense.

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Finally, under the reminder of the attendant, Arrozzo realized that he had been delayed at the gate for too long. I'm really sorry, everyone. I'm glad that you can listen to me talk about all this in return for your kindness to me. Valencia quickly took out the little gifts I asked you to bring.

"Oh, how embarrassing, dear Mr. Arrozo." The leading Dutch second lieutenant looked embarrassed, but he stretched out his neck and looked at the pocket on the back of the waiter behind Arrozo.

"Don't be embarrassed, distinguished soldiers, without your loyal defense, how can we civilized people taste wine in the moonlight and listen to elegant music so peacefully, instead of facing the poisonous arrows and knives and guns of those barbarians? So, please accept me, the friendship of a Spanish friend. Arrozzo's answer won the favor of all the Dutch soldiers present. Although they were still jealous of the upstart's wealth and despised the upstart's sting and greed, they must also admit that if he was generous, he was indeed a friend worth making.

At least now they think this Arrozzo is quite good, with a bottle of Bordeaux wine, a large piece of bacon, and top Italian cheese. In addition, there is a pack of high-end Qing cigarettes per person.

"My God, you are such a friend. You have indeed won our friendship." Seeing the bottle of French Bordeaux wine, the Dutch second lieutenant's eyes were almost red. This bottle of wine alone was worth his monthly salary.

Now France is in a mess, making it very difficult to export French Bordeaux wine. Similarly, it has greatly increased its value. Such a bottle of wine, even the governor will be greedy.

"The upstart is worthy of being an upstart. He can even do this kind of thing well and give it away. It's really..." The Dutch second lieutenant really has nothing to say. He thinks that it's good to have the friendship of this upstart, at least if he can taste this kind of excellent wine from time to time.

"A bunch of idiots!" After the horse left the gate for a while, an extremely smooth Chinese word came out of Arozo's mouth. Hearing this, the group of attendants around him all laughed.

"But Arozo, you son of a bitch are too much to give the Bordeaux wine given by the young master to these idiots who guard the gate." Next to him, the leader of Arrozzo's waiter first looked around carefully before lowering his voice and scolding the other party in extremely smooth Chinese.

"You don't understand this. The role I want to play is an upstart, an upstart who has money and looks generous when dealing with friends. If I give one or two gold coins, how can I show the generosity of an upstart to win the favor of these fools? How can I make them not guard at all? Do you want us to smuggle people and weapons in?" Arrozo explained after taking off the wig on his head and scratching his scalp.

"But that's Bordeaux wine, my God, that's simply the gospel that God has given to us believers." A servant next to him came up, and his face was full of resentment, which made his face wrinkled like an 80-year-old woman.

"Are you doubting the young master's decision to make me fully responsible?" Seeing the waiter's dissatisfaction, Arrozzo asked. With one sentence, all the attendants shook their heads quickly.

"Of course not, how can we doubt the young master? You are simply insulting our personality." A servant suddenly recovered from the pity just now and confessed with indignant face that if Liang Pengfei stood here, he would even be willing to dig his heart out of his heart to show his loyalty.

"Since everyone has no opinion, we don't need to discuss this issue anymore. Don't worry, the young master once promised me that as long as we complete the task perfectly this time, he will give each of us a box of Bordeaux wine as a reward, and everyone will Get a beautiful Filipino maid and two pounds of gold, isn't all this enough to make up for the hurt in your hearts? Arrozzo's words immediately turned the expressions of the attendants into excited patients who had just beaten chicken blood.

"Of course, it's completely enough. Oh, my God, a box. I think my heart is about to explode." A servant exaggeratedly covered his left chest. In exchange for Arozo's kick. Well, the conversation time is over. It's not far from Caopu Street. I don't want to see expressions and movements beyond your identity on your faces and actions.

"Yes, sir, please..." Valencia, the head of the servant, was the first to restore humility and respect and expressed his respect to the employer.

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Caopu Street is a gathering area for Chinese people outside Jakarta. Since the Battle of Red Creek for decades, it has slowly developed a Chinese settlement outside Jakarta. So far, the number of Chinese living in Jakarta has reached 40,000, but because the shadow of the past massacres is still in those Dutch. The Lan butchers circled their heads, so they asked the Chinese to live outside Jakarta. If they want to work in the city, they must have Dutch or Western businessmen to protect them.

However, due to the hard work and diligence of the Chinese, it is more popular to hire Chinese as labor than the local indigenous people, which is also for this reason, except for a few Chinese who have their own industries. The vast majority of the tens of thousands of Chinese on Caopu Street survive by selling their labor.

"Tianfang, come out and get ready to eat." In an inconspicuous house on Caopu Street, the Chinese were sitting in the inner room, carefully pouring some powder into a small oil paper tube. The Chinese heard the suppressed voice from outside. They paused, continued to move, and whispered, "I know, Uncle Huang, I'll come over in a moment. Thank you."

"Hmm!" After a slightly dull answer came from outside the door, Zheng Tianfang finally successfully put those powders into the special paper tube as the footsteps faded away. The detonator is thirty-seven, and the lead is 300 meters. For the sake of safety, a dye bucket needs two to three detonating detonates, which is still at least 25 pieces, my mother..." Zheng Tianfang sighed with great resentment and put this special paper tube into the small box stuffed with cotton next to him. Continue to load with a new detonation. Because of the important and confidential surnames of Ray Mercury for the military, among the 300 elites sent to Jakarta this time, only Zheng Tianfang and another student who knew the use of Ray Mercury and the process of making detonating detonated tubes.

For the sake of safety and confidentiality, it is not clear where the student is on Caopu Street now, and he doesn't need to know. However, his task is to complete all the detonator and leads before receiving instructions from the north, and be on standby at any time.

The old man, who was called by Zheng Tianfang, bowed his waist and walked into another room. The table in the room had already prepared rice. A girl, about sixteen or sixteen or seventeen years old, was staring at the room where the door was not opened, even the old man Huang. I walked into the room and didn't notice.

Seeing the girl's appearance, Uncle Huang shook his head: "Xiaoxiu, don't go to help your grandma. What are you doing here?"

(to be continued)