Lu Ming

Chapter 74 Busy
Cai Feiming smiled, nodded in all directions, and then stepped down.He is very skilled in this job. When he was in Cape Town, he would often organize this kind of local luggage exhibition, and the black uncles usually bought it.However, no one in the crowd cared what nonsense he said just now. It was just a simple occupation ceremony. It was enough to walk through the scene. Everyone was very busy right now.

Most of the Dutch also failed to understand the meaning of Tsai's phony clichés.They were quickly distracted by what happened next - the invaders began sorting and disposing of their captives.

Some were locked in empty warehouses that smelled of demonic saliva, while others, slightly wounded, were rescued unexpectedly: a man, also in a green jumpsuit, stood behind a table, using a shiny iron clip. The wounds were cleaned with a cotton ball, brewed with spirits, and then bandaged with white cotton cloth. The whole process was fast and strange, and the wounded would make one or two screams from time to time.

These people are being held in that small hospital.This is already very good, at least everyone can be allocated a hammock or wooden bed, and those with leg injuries can live in the lower bunk.

A few high-level businessmen were treated differently.Johannes van der Hagen himself and three other members of the Council of Lords were uninjured. They helped Lieutenant William Janes, who was injured in the thigh, to live in a single room - this used to be a missionary's room, and now those servants of God have been driven out into the warehouse.The imaginary torture and torture did not come, the invaders just told them in that weird Dutch: "There is no time now" and told them: "Stay in the room and be quiet."

William Janes was picked up from a pile of corpses outside the store.The lieutenant standing at the right rear of the team dodged the 12.7mm explosive warhead, and the swirling prefabricated fragments only pulled a fifteen-centimeter-long crack in his thigh.He was lucky because he survived, and not many of those who went out with him at the time survived.

As the only Westerner to enjoy anesthesia-free suture treatment because of his identity, William Janes didn't know that he had made a new history.The veteran is now lying weak in bed, discussing with Van der Hagen the incredible stitching of the wound on his thigh.They will then speculate on the origins of these mysterious invaders, explore whether they are civilized people, and those terrible weapons.In short, they were also very busy for the rest of the day.

Time always flies, and the time-travel team is busy all afternoon.The first is to sterilize functional buildings such as the officers' offices, barracks, hospitals, warehouses, chapels, and weapon depots, and then detain the prisoners.Then sweep the battlefield.

The last job was more laborious: there were a lot of dead bodies and amputated limbs scattered all over the place to deal with.The plan was to load a boat to feed the fish, but there is no boat at the moment—just as the cannon fodder team shouted and rushed into the business hall from the gap in the west, the back of the business hall, that is, on the side of the wharf near the Taijiang Inland Sea in the northeast corner, originally Japanese businessmen, Fujian fishermen, Pingpu indigenous people, and Banda slaves gathered in the shanty towns to watch the excitement.These people swarmed onto the fishing boats and sampans by the pier, crossed the inland waters of the Taijiang River, and ran to the main island of Taiwan, leaving only a lonely Dutch speedboat on the pier, laughing at the helpless passers-by with soft sails and ropes them.

At the moment, Chuanzhong is facing such an embarrassing situation: no one can drive the captured Dutch boat, the boats and sampans are all on the other side of the Taijiang River, and the two sand boats that he brought cannot be used to hold corpses and flesh and blood, not to mention The two sand boats are also very busy now - the sunken sampan in the channel needs to be cleaned up, the lighter Yuandou has already inverted into the channel, and is sending sailors into the sea to bundle the sunken sampan, ready to start the outboard to move the sampan. Tow out of the channel.

In the end, there was really no other way. Chen Dong, who was in charge of infrastructure construction and management of all labor, could only order: dig a big hole in the distance to bury people.This work took all the resources and the rest of the day was spent on it.

Naturally, the few senior executives of the company headed by Xia Xianze would not deal with corpses.As soon as these people entered the business hall, their attention was focused on a more demanding job: loot cleaning.The Dutch were locked up on the front feet, and the people on the back hurried into the warehouse. The strong smell of disinfectant could not stop their eager thoughts at all.

From the time of the first transmigrator, Xia Xianze, until today, the company is actually in a state of "superlative".In other words, the cost of various light and dark plans, as well as all the personnel and materials, were actually "imported", and the money for the crossing team to buy vegetables was exchanged by Cao Chuan by reselling "local products".There is no other traveler in the middle, everyone is like a child at home, pure consumption, no output at all.

In addition to the small amount of floating wealth and land deeds from the owner of the Beggar Gang, strictly speaking, the Dutch property seized in the Daguan Business Hall today is the first income of the company in the true sense.It’s like when a child grows up and finally earns pocket money by walking the neighbor’s dog. The amount decreases, but the meaning is different.

When Xia Xianze, Feng Jun, Cai Feiming and the others walked into the Dutch warehouse, they found that someone had already arrived - Wang Liguo, who was in vain, was taking a few people to count the goods.

The largest volume in the booty is a piece of Indian white sandalwood with a white outer skin, the thickness of the thigh, and a dark brown core.Sandalwood is one of the few goods that the Dutch colonists could knock on the Daming market without hindrance.At this time period, other commodities are not very useful for the Ming Dynasty, except for the manufacture of various Buddha statues, furniture, handles, and incense Indian white sandalwood, which is an indispensable consumer product for the top people of the Ming Dynasty.

Those present were more or less aware of the trade status of sandalwood in the early 17th century.Feng Jun stepped forward, rubbed the core of the sandalwood with his middle finger, pretended to smell it, and said with a smile, "It's quite fragrant, to tell you the truth, I haven't seen a log before, and Mr. Cao can't bring it back. Know if you can sell it at a price."

"5000 per pound is easy to sell. The white sandalwood in southern India will become extinct many years ago, and the market has long been out of stock."

Um?Hearing some popular science, everyone turned around and said, "Oh, it turns out to be Professor Luo, no wonder."

The appearance of Professor Luo in everyone's mouth is relatively unique: he has a straight head and an earring on his left ear. He also has the hoops that old men in the entertainment industry like to keep.The lines on his face are relatively tough. Although he has black hair and yellow skin, he feels a bit mixed-race, similar to Robert Baggio.

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