Did something go wrong when the first crossing hit a hydrogen bomb?

Chapter 83

Jacob von Anstoria twisted his fat butt that was sunk in the chair, took a glass of iced drink from the local aborigine and mixed-Dutch maid, and flipped through Mr. Dogman's submission Upcoming report.

In less than a minute, Jacob threw the report, which didn't have two or three pages, on the table, and waved the maid to leave his office. After the door was closed, he barely straightened up, leaned forward slightly, and looked straight at His subordinate Dougman:

"Okay, Dogman, can you be more careful next time with your nonsense report? Everyone in Batavia knows that the generous Mr. Raditz from his home country hired at least six cargo ships, three A passenger ship, even if you falsify the data, you have to be more reliable!"

Dougman rubbed his hands shyly: "Well, Your Excellency Jacob, in fact, on the way, five ships unfortunately sank into the sea due to disrepair and encountering pirates, so the data on this will be reduced so much many."

Jacob glanced at Dogman, and tapped his right hand on the table unconsciously.

Dogman immediately understood, and took out a small airtight iron box from the briefcase he was carrying with great effort, and pushed it over the table silently.

Seeing this, Jacob took the iron box over with a quick swipe with an agility that didn't match his fat body, weighed it casually, his eyes lit up, as if nothing happened Put the iron box in the safe behind him.

Jacob, who sat back on the chair again, coughed dryly, and said in a compassionate tone: "Well, Mr. Raditz is so unfortunate that such a thing happened, alas, those guys in the Navy, even though the capital ships have been transferred back They have landed in the mainland, but the remaining ships should be able to deal with some pirates. They are salary thieves, so I will remind them next time.

There are also the owners of those ships that sank due to poor maintenance. Because of their negligence, they caused such a huge loss to our important guests. to some compensation. "

Hearing what Jacob said, Dogman hesitated for a moment, and said: "Your Excellency Jacob, it is difficult for us to get a hand in the navy, and what's more, the owners of the sunken cargo ships, uh, they I have already paid all my remaining assets to Mr. Raditz."

Jacob's eyes widened, and he said sharply, "Compensation to Mr. Raditz?! Who told them to compensate without official instructions? It doesn't count!"

Hearing Jacob's words, Dogman cursed secretly at the greedy jackal, endured the pain and took out another gold bar from his pocket, and handed it to Jacob: "Your Excellency, this is Mr. Raditz's Your tea money."

Is it because I didn't mention this just now that you kid dared to pay for the tea that people honor me?
However, Jacob, who knew clearly what kind of people his subordinates were, didn't make it clear. He just gave Dogman a look and skipped the talk.

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 was pretending to be Raditz, a descendant of the landless nobles in the Netherlands. He scoffed at this identity and didn't believe in any mother country. status of landless aristocracy.

Think about the manpower Lu Yi recruited in Batavia during these days, the supplies he bought, and the munitions he displayed later and the guards who had obviously undergone formal military training, and then think about the things they bought from the Land Division of the Colonial Bureau. The location of the island, and those strange conditions agreed upon.

Jacob felt that this group of people might be another group of daring colonists. They probably wanted to develop an archipelago, close the door and play the trick of establishing a country by themselves, so as to enjoy the addiction of being a king.

This kind of people was not uncommon in the past, or there were quite a few 200 years ago. These bold and surprisingly colonists, after finishing their addiction, they brought the messy kingdom they ruined to join the East India Company , Selling for a sum of money or becoming a shareholder of the company is a very risky business, but the rate of return is also very high.

But after entering the 19th century, especially after the land was taken over by the East India Company and owned by the state, this situation was very rare, let alone the present in the 20th century.

But Mr. Jacobs thought about it, the European war is so fierce now, especially this war is different from all previous wars, it is so bloody and cruel, maybe Mr. Raditz and his party are Countries such as Britain, France and the Netherlands could not bear the pressure of war, so they ran to Nanyang with all their wealth 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 enough "sincerity" has been received, is it enough for such a fat sheep to only accept this amount of "sincerity"?Why don't you just--

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

Hearing the question from his greedy chief, Mr. Dogman was taken aback for a moment, but immediately understood the real meaning of the jackal.

Ma Dan, actually want to eat these bold gentlemen even the belt bone?
This was Mr. Dogman'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 six Maxims with steel plate shields that Lu Yi unloaded from the ship to the shore, as well as the more than 6 guards who ordered and prohibited them.

Dogman found a reason for himself very reasonably, and at the same time he also found a reason to persuade the chief 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 come from the regular army."

Jacob said "Oh", as if he had simply greeted his important guest's safety issues before, and there was no more to say.

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

In the house, Jacob took another cup of black tea with extra milk, sugar cubes and ice cubes from the returning mixed-race maid, and after pondering for a while, he shook his head, and finally gave up his alluring idea.

After all, he is just the head of the commercial department, and he doesn't have enough power to plunder wealth from a standard marine platoon with excess firepower. Even if he unites the colonial military and other forces, he will still be the one who will share the majority. A small director of the commercial department can only get some leftovers, and even be thrown out as a scapegoat afterwards.

Not worth it.

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　　I was very relieved to see so many people accompanying me to work together, um, I continued to code with a balanced mind.

　　I found that some people still expressed doubts about why the main bed city accepted other survivors in the first place... I will ignore the tone and so on. , he wasted time to search the world alone?Just pay some supplies, and let a group of small people search for supplies. Wouldn't it be better for the protagonist to have more time to improve himself?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)