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... Mr. Aryan, please, for my sake, let this girl go. 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 inside, still put on a smile and slapped himself in the face.

"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 first. Many of our brothers were killed by 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 say some kind words to the superiors!" 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 Uncle Gu Liu's hesitation, Qian San just sneered and walked away.

"Third Master! Third Master!"

At this time, Gu Liubo felt exhausted physically and mentally. 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, eldest brother, for taking care of me!" the three hall masters responded in unison.

"The headmaster was killed by Luo's scheme, so we brothers had to start a new business. But God has eyes, Lan Fang has no successor, not only became the running dogs of the Dutch, but also was oppressed by the natives.

Thinking about the red-haired and yellow-haired people who were beaten by the King's surname (Zheng Chenggong), these Qing dogs are willing to be slaves, which is really disgusting!

Brothers, the letter of help from Emperor Yongli finally arrived in Europe, the heavenly soldiers of the court have arrived, and the day of restoring our Han country is coming!"

Although Zhao Tianyuan, the head of Qinglong Hall, said it with great spirit, the other three heads just thought that the eldest brother was crazy again. After all, since the Jusheng Company became the Lan Fang Company, the eldest brother who engraved "Restore our mountains and rivers" and "Anti-Qing and Restoration of Ming" on his body was not normal.

It was still the head of Wu who said it right. Anti-Qing and Restoration of Ming was just a slogan. There was no need to take it too seriously. Just like a monk chanting Amitabha, power and money are real, and everything else is floating clouds.

Seeing that his old brothers were not interested, Zhao Tianyuan could not help but talk about the experiences of the spies he planted in Dongwanlu.

"Brother! Stop joking. Brothers all know that you are a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty, but how could you kill 3,000 native soldiers with one shot and be driven away by the bastards of Lan Fang? They are just bragging!" said Liu, the head of Zhuque Hall.

"Yes, brother! If the imperial soldiers are really as rumored, they come and go without a trace, can fly on the clouds, and can capture people's hearts. Why do they still help those Tartar running dogs to fight?" said Zhang, the head of Xuanwu Hall.

"Yes, why don't they just rush into Dongwanlu and destroy those dogs! I think it's probably the foreign rifle team invited by Lan Fang Company! Only the Dutch have this ability!" said Hu, the head of Baihu Hall.