Chapter 315: Some are happy, some are sad!
Kalimantan, East Vanlut
In the Lanfang Juyi Hall, Captain Aryan Penghe picked up a pipe, but deliberately did not take out a match.
There was a smart young man next to Uncle Gu Liu, the general manager of Lanfang. He immediately took out a box of matches, and the match was lit with a "click". He carefully held it in the palm of his hand and lit a cigarette for Captain Arjan Penh. .
But he never thought that Captain Arjan Penh would kick the young man in the stomach. The kick did not retract, causing the latter to suffer from severe pain.
"Do you have any dissatisfaction, sir? Let me light your cigarette first!" Gu Liubo directly stepped over the young man who fell to the ground, still showing a respectful look.
The captain raised his head and glanced around the lobby.
"I don't want you to light a cigarette for me, I want her to come!"
At this time, Gu Liubo looked embarrassed, because the person chosen by the other party was Song Qibo's granddaughter, who was also his recent daughter-in-law.
Lanfang Company has been declining in recent years and has had to resort to internal marriages to consolidate its power.
"Well... Sir Aryan, please take this girl off for my sake. She is the old man's unmarried daughter-in-law."
Gu Liubo had a flattering look, thinking that he was a Kapitan after all and should be a bit thin-faced.
"You old thing! Do I agree to your son's marriage?"
The captain's arrogant attitude made Gu Liubo's son, Gu Shishan, want to rush over and chop up the red-haired ghost, but was stopped by his father-in-law.
"A little impatience will ruin a big plan, Xianxu."
On the other hand, Gu Liubo, who was angry in his heart, still put on a smile and gave himself a big slap in the mouth.
"Look, my memory!"
Immediately, Gu Liubo took it out from his arms, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Even Aryan Penhe was so frightened that he sat upright.
"Uncle Gu Gu, I'm warning you, our Dutch East India Company still has ten thousand mercenaries in Batavia!"
At this time, Gu Liubo took out a gold sticker and two gold bars from his arms and handed them to the horrified opponent.
"This is for you, please bear with me."
Aryan Penhe returned to his usual stinky face after seeing the gold and continued.
"Stop smoking and let's get down to business."
"You said it, you said it."
"I can't pretend I didn't see you arbitrarily starting a war with the Wanna Kingdom." Penhe said unhurriedly.
"It was King Wanatu who started it. Many of our brothers died at his hands. Countless civilians were killed and injured, and the mansion was burned down."
"I don't care! Now the headquarters is calling for peace! And you crippled those natives, who will pay our taxes? This year, your Lanfang tax will be increased by two levels!"
"Mr. Al Yang, we really have no money. Please give us a few more kind words!" Gu Liubo said.
"No money?! What is this without money?"
Penhe sneered, took out the two gold bars and waved them in front of Uncle Gu Liu, then stuffed them into his pocket, then put his hat on his head and strode out.
"I'm telling you! If you can't pay your taxes, you won't be able to smoke anymore!"
Uncle Gu Liu had no choice but to lead the crowd to kneel on the ground and try to block Captain Aryan Penhe's way, but the latter left without looking.
In the end, Gu Liubo could only hold back a translator named Qian San.
"Master Qian, you can't ignore us. We are all citizens of the Qing Dynasty."
Qian San was originally a miner in Lanfang, but because he was injured while competing for minerals with other companies, instead of receiving compensation and treatment from the company, he was even left to fend for himself near Crocodile Beach.
But he didn't expect that Qian San's life should be cut off. A group of missionaries happened to pass by and rescued him. Later, he learned Dutch as a blessing in disguise, and through his own efforts, he became a commissioner of the Dutch East India Company, specializing in Chinese affairs.
On the island of Kalimantan, even Arjan Penge, an authentic Dutchman, has to pay three respects to him.
Qian San didn't have any feelings for Lan Fang and said casually.
"Send that girl to the fortress tonight, and I'll help you think of a solution."
Seeing Gu Liubo's hesitation, Qian San just sneered and walked away.
"Third Master! Third Master!"
At this time, Gu Liubo felt physically and mentally exhausted. He had spent so much money and spent so many years to finally climb to this position. He originally thought that he could make a fortune and return to his country to spend his remaining years in peace, but who would have thought that this would be the case? At the ending, I couldn't help but sigh.
Different from the sadness of Lanfang Company, the Santiaogou Company and Dagang Company next door were so happy that they couldn't sleep all night when they heard that the Dutch were going to increase Lanfang's taxes. The brothels, casinos, and tobacco pipes were all brightly lit.
In the main hall of Tianhe Company (Tiandihui), which had been marginalized, the four leaders gathered again after many years.
"Isn't this Hall Master Zhang of Xuanwu Hall? Your black goods business is really getting better and better!"
"Where. Where. The British are not easy to fool. When it comes to making money, who doesn't know that your Baihutang's brothel and casino can make tens of thousands of dollars a day."
"When it comes to making money, you have to look at the Zhuque Hall. The firearms they obtained from the foreign devils are a huge profit! Is that what I said, Hall Master Liu?"
At this time, Zhao Tianyuan, the master of Qinglong Hall, walked in, followed by two light coughs.
"I said, old guys, you have done well over the years!"
"Thank you, big brother, for taking care of me!" the three hall masters responded in unison.
"Back then, the head of the hall was killed by someone named Luo, so our brothers had to start a new business. But God had a vision, and Lan Fang had no successor. Not only did he become a lackey of the Dutch, he was even oppressed by the natives.
I think back then, the surnamed master (Zheng Chenggong) beat these red- and yellow-haired dogs and begged for mercy, but these pure dogs were willing to be slaves. It is really disgusting!
Brothers, Emperor Yongli's letter asking for help finally arrived in Europe. The heavenly troops of the imperial court have arrived, and the day to restore our Han family's mountains and rivers is coming! "
Although Zhao Tianyuan, the leader of Qinglong Hall, spoke with great energy, the other three leaders only thought of him as the eldest brother and went crazy again. After all, after Jusheng Company became Lanfang Company, this eldest brother had engraved on his body the restoration of our country and the fight against the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty. That's not normal.
Hall Master Wu was right when he said that fighting against the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty was just a slogan, and there was no need to take it too seriously. Just like a monk reciting Amitabha, power and money are real, and everything else is just a cloud.
Seeing the lack of interest among his old brothers, Zhao Tianyuan couldn't help but talk about his experience of the detailed work he had arranged in Dongwanlu.
"Brother! Don't be ridiculous. Brothers all know that you are a loyal minister of the Han family. But how can you kill three thousand indigenous soldiers with one shot and be driven away by Lan Fang's bastards? This is simply bragging!" Zhuque Hall Hall Master Liu said.
"Yes, brother! If the heavenly soldiers of the imperial court are like the rumors, they come and go without a trace, they can fly in the clouds, and they can capture people's hearts. Why are they still helping those Tatar lackeys to fight?" Hall Master Zhang of Xuanwu Hall said.
"Yeah, why didn't they just rush into Dongwanlu and kill those dog Tatars! I think it's probably the foreign gun team invited by Lanfang Company! Only the Dutch have this ability!" said the leader Hu of the White Tiger Hall.