The wind blows from the South Sea

Chapter 2 Doug’s Tavern
  If you want to gain a foothold, you must first make money and have a job that can guarantee a decent life.

Feng Guohui was originally a hairy remnant, and now he has a soul reborn from later generations. He is not very interested in so-called classes and rules, and he acts without any scruples.

But he has his own bottom line as a person. He doesn't bother to make a living by setting up gambling stalls, selling opium, running brothels and human trafficking, which are harmful and huge profits. That is extremely immoral.

But besides

Only the establishment of mines and plantations can be considered serious business. Java Island has a typical tropical marine climate and is also a world-famous spice archipelago. There are countless plantations of various tropical specialties.

The Dutch colonists basically monopolized the European spice trade and obtained huge profits from it, which accounted for nearly half of the income of the Kingdom of the Netherlands. The spice trade contained astonishing wealth.

It is precisely because of this that the Dutch colonists implemented a strict monopoly system for the spice trade. Trading merchant ships that were not licensed by the Dutch East India Company were not allowed to engage in the spice trade.

As long as it is discovered, it will be a dead end.

It is not easy to open a mine. First, you must have substantial capital to buy a mine and operate it yourself. You must also obtain a mine operation license from the local official council and pay taxes on time. You must have deep relationships to rely on.

in short

That is to say, a large portion of the profits were used to bribe the local powerful white Dutch official committee members and military police.

For example, Qiao Yunnan, a wealthy Chinese businessman, does this. More than 60% of his mining income needs to be used to manage important officials in the Dutch Governor's Office in Batavia, such as the Chairman of the Parliament, Linke von Biederings, etc. Only ghosts can keep the business stable for a long time.

Otherwise, do you really think that the white Dutch colonists are dead?
  He has no moral integrity at all, and he doesn't even know what happened to him when he was eaten alive.

Qiao Yunnan, a wealthy Chinese businessman, worked hard to support the Anxi Assembly Hall. He also had a private army of more than 200 people, just to hold the knife handle in his hand and avoid being slaughtered at will by others.

Feng Guohui thought about it for a long time and finally made up his mind.

At this moment

His stomach was already unbearably hungry, and he began to grumble, so he put the money in his purse and tied it around his waist. He inserted six willow leaf flying knives into the left and right sides of his back, and put down his coat to cover it up.

Then he opened the firewood door and walked out. After a while, he returned to the shack carrying a rice bag and a large bag of things.

He bought a few kilograms of rice and a piece of bacon, washed out some rice and put it in an iron pot. He chopped half of the bacon and put it in the pot. He covered the pot and lit firewood to cook.

About 20 minutes later, the rich aroma of rice mixed with the aroma of bacon spread, attracting the attention of residents in the nearby shanty towns, and spreading far and wide.

It's late afternoon

Most of the poor shantytown residents living here are hungry and preparing to close the door and go to bed early, so as to save money on oil lamps and a meal.

It is really unbecoming of a man to release poison at this time!
  In this era, the poor at the bottom generally did not have enough to eat, and the normal diet was two meals a day.

You should eat a dry meal in the morning, because the day's work has just begun, and you need to have enough physical strength to cope with it. Even if it is a little sweet potato or salted fish in the porridge, you should eat better.

I'll cook some porridge or vegetable porridge for this afternoon meal, and if I finish it in a hurry, I can survive until the evening no matter what.

Close the door and go to bed as soon as it gets dark at night. Lying in bed without moving will reduce physical exertion and not feel too hungry.

Salted fish in Surabaya Port is not uncommon, and it is also very cheap. Even the poorest families can afford it, but only a little.

Bacon is different. When paired with rice, it is a high-end ingredient. When the aroma wafts out, it is definitely a weapon of mass destruction.

Feng Guohui suddenly appeared, and the sound of swallowing saliva quickly came from the surrounding shacks.

Then there were children crying non-stop, and the voices of men and women beating and complaining came from next door, and the originally silent world suddenly came alive.

Damn, this group of dead slaves finally made some movement. I thought they were all burping.

Feng Guohui didn't have any disturbing consciousness. He opened the lid of the pot, and the rich aroma of rice and meat hit his face. The steamed rice grains were white and plump. After eating through the oil and water of the bacon, the salty aroma hit his nostrils.

The cooked bacon has a crystal clear color, which makes people want to eat it with their index fingers.

After eating two mouthfuls of rice and one bite of sizzling bacon, Feng Guohui ate like a storm. When he was thirsty, he drank a large mouthful of cool well water, which was so refreshing.

After eating most of the iron pot of rice and about half a pound of bacon, Feng Guohui burped happily, looked up, and was almost startled.

In the crack of the firewood door, several children's eyes were lying on it, looking inwardly. The sounds of hissing, hissing and swallowing were very real.

Mother Puli, I was shocked.

At this time, Feng Guohui was sitting in front of the pile of firewood, and the light of the burning bonfire shone from bottom to top. His eyes suddenly turned white, his expression was ferocious, and he turned his head like a zombie, revealing his white teeth, and said in a low voice;
  "Hehehe... I feel like I'm not full yet. I really want to catch a child to eat meat. Children's meat is the most tender and delicious. If you take a bite..."

As he spoke, he looked in the direction of Chaimen with terrifying eyes. He immediately heard the screams of the children outside Chaimen. He was so frightened that he ran back crying all the way with urine on his buttocks.

Needless to say, at least it left a deep shadow on my childhood.

It's okay now, it's finally quiet. “Tick, I thought these little brats could be so bold, but it turns out they can’t help but frighten them.” Feng Guohui put away his face of trying to frighten the children, and casually hid the remaining half of the bacon in the rice bag.

Then he walked out of Chaimen carrying the rice bag and iron pot. He saw that all the children outside had already run away, and there were faint sounds of curses coming from the neighbors.

After living here for more than ten days, the neighbors all knew that he was not a kind person and suffered a lot during the conflict, so they only dared to complain and curse in secret.

Feng Guohui didn't take it seriously and threw the remaining rice bags on the roof, as well as the iron pot. His shabby shack didn't even have a lock.

As soon as you turn around, the rest of the things will disappear immediately.

Feng Guohui is different from these poor people who go to bed at night. His life really begins after dark.

He returned to the shack and picked up a bag of things he bought earlier. He turned around and walked out of the shack, quickly disappearing into the dark night.

In a tavern in the city

Feng Guohui pushed open the door and walked into the tavern. More than a dozen white people who were playing cards and drinking in the tavern turned their heads and saw a Chinese, and immediately showed an unkind look on their faces.

"You yellow-skinned monkey is not welcome here. It's too late to turn around and leave now, otherwise you will regret it. I guarantee this." The bar owner is Doug, a stout middle-aged white man. He is holding a dirty rag in his hand. Wiping the wine glass, he said in a fierce tone.

As if he hadn't heard anything, Feng Guohui walked to the bar, raised his hand and threw out a piece of broken silver worth about three cents, and said in an unchanging tone: "You can't guarantee anything, give me a glass of whiskey first, I need to wait here. personal."

"Keep the money, you can get out." Doug still looked fierce and arrogant, and reached out to touch the piece of silver.

Feng Guohui suddenly slapped the oak wine cabinet with his backhand, making a "bang" sound. This made the white people drinking around jump up in shock and gather around him with unkind expressions on their faces.

"You damn yellow skin..." Doug was immediately irritated, but his words were stuck in his throat halfway through his words, and he looked at Feng Guohui in disbelief.

Feng Guohui just took out a three-cent piece of broken silver, and all of it was slapped into the oak cabinet, as flat as if it were embedded in it.

The bar counter is made of heavy dismantled old ship wood, and the oak cabinet board is extremely hard.

This slap deformed the broken silver and embedded it deeply. How much explosive power is needed?

The guests standing on both sides of the bar counter saw this scene. They stretched their heads in disbelief and saw a bearded guy who reached out and picked it a few times without moving.

Looking at Feng Guohui again, his expression had changed. They were indeed reckless, but not stupid. No one felt that their heads were harder than a thick oak board?
  "Well, that's right, I'm going to rip off your idiot's head and play it with a ball..."

Among the three rude white men who came from behind Feng Guohui, the leading white man did not see this scene, but cursed and started to attack directly.

He grabbed Feng Guohui's shoulder and punched him head on.

Feng Guohui's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his fists were like heavy hammers thrown out, and they smashed into the face, hitting the target first.

Hearing a teeth-piercing muffled sound, he punched the opponent directly and knocked him unconscious.

The man fell straight onto his back and lost consciousness at the moment he received the punch.

As for the two companions behind this man, Feng Guohui slashed left and right like a tiger descending the mountain. Using their fists as hammers and their palms as knives, after hearing a few muffled crackling sounds, the two men were almost knocked unconscious one after another.

In just ten seconds, the three strong men were dispatched neatly.

Feng Guohui glanced at everyone again with sharp eyes. Several white people raised their hands to indicate that they had nothing to do with him, and they dispersed consciously.

Are you kidding me?
  It's just an ordinary tavern fight for fun. When you encounter such a fighting master, it's all for nothing.

As long as people with a slightly clear head will not take the initiative to seek abuse.

in this world
  As long as you have strength, everyone will take a high look at you.

"Man...that's enough. This is your whiskey. I don't want the guests of the tavern to be hurt anymore. You can also wait for your friends here." The tavern owner Doug took a cup and raised the bottle in his hand to The cup is filled.

Feng Guohui waved his hand, then walked back with satisfaction, picked up the cup on the counter and drank it down in one gulp, feeling the hot wine flowing through his throat and straight into his stomach.

He nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's a very good Scotch whiskey. It's really strong. Give me another glass."

"I'm Doug, the tavern owner. Welcome to your presence. Do we have an agreement, sir?"

"OK, this is a good start. I don't want to cause trouble. I have a prior appointment with Mr. Mills on the British sailing cargo ship. He is a first mate and a senior drunkard."

"Then it's no problem. Mills gets himself drunk here every day. By the way, they won't have a problem, right?" Doug poured another glass from the bottle, rolled his eyes and fell down. The three rough and strong men on the ground asked with concern.

Feng Guohui said, "I act in a measured manner. If I give them a basin of cold water, they will wake up faster."

"That's good, let them lie down first."

(End of this chapter)