This news is definitely bad news that almost made the Dutch Groning, the governor of the Netherlands, almost confused. You must know that the Dutch happened to send all its troops to conquer the Chinese country in Borneo. Now, if the British really appeared within the scope of his colony, Groning believed that the Netherlands had a huge area in the East and rich in resources would be ruined by himself.

Even if the army got the news and rushed back in time, the colonies would definitely suffer great losses, because the greed and shamelessness of the British were world-famous. Of course, although the Dutch were not bad, the national strength of both sides was not at the same level now, so the Dutch believed that they were one level lower.

"Governor, I swear to you that I have absolutely no intention of joking. If you listen to me and finish your words first, you will understand why I said that. Mr. Cruyff also agrees with my point of view very much. This is definitely a conspiracy of the British..." Special Commissioner Fanny cleared his throat and slowly told the story of the matter and his judgment.

The facts told from the mouth of the commissioner Fanny, Groning, who was shocked by Fanny's words, listened very seriously and asked about the details from time to time. However, the more he listened, Groning's expression became heavier, and it could even be said to be angry.

"...When negotiating with Governor Mr. Cruyff, although it was ostensibly an old Chinese pirate came forward, on key issues, there would always be a British pirate whispering something beside him."

"...A month before this disaster, a group of British merchants came here. During the massacre that night, people saw these British merchants guarding the port area with weapons, and were with some Chinese pirates who secretly sneaked into Makassar...."

"They are pirates, killing people like scattered, plundering money and robbing things for a living, but they act like gentlemen in Makassar. Yes, like those damn, hypocritical British gentlemen, who drove away the indigenous peoples and merchants from all over the world, without any crime, and had not even snatched even a pepper in the port area."

"But they only targeted us in the Netherlands. They watched us Dutch people fall under the swords of the natives who should go to hell, but they did not respond at all, watching coldly..."

"If there had been no promises before, if the other party was just a group of pirates who were surrounded and surrounded by people, the indigenous sultans would never be fools and would never dare to attack Makassar so boldly, and almost massacre all of us Dutch people. It was so terrible. My dearest wife, my poor daughter, and those beasts... Whenever I think of the miserable situation that night, I think I was going crazy and cruel. Those indigenous people should all go to hell and should not let them exist in this world." Fanny finally roared in Groning's ear. He waved his hands, his eyes as if he was seriously ill, his mouth was sprayed with foam, and his head was shaking as if he had epilepsy.

"Sir, think about it, pirates will go to occupy a city in a dignified manner and seize a colony of a country. They even made a request to free all slaves. My God, if it were a group of ignorant and barbaric pirates who only knew how to kill and plunder, then I think there would definitely be any more hooligans and criminals in the world."

"Enough, I said enough! Fanny, first, your mental state is very unstable. You need a little wine, preferably a glass of brandy. Give Mr. Fanny a glass of brandy, a large glass." Groning finally stopped Vanny and signaled that the servants would pour a full glass of brandy.

Fanny took the wine glass and almost drank it all. He closed his eyes. The haggard and nervous Vanny slowly sniffed a sip of the wine. The face that was purple-red because of excitement finally had a hint of calm.

"Very good, now, dear Fanny, I have a lot of sympathy for your experience, but now you need a rest. I don't want to lose a subordinate as good as you, take a shower, have a nap, and enjoy a good meal. This is what you should do, and I will do the rest, okay?" Groning's comfort finally worked.

Fanny nodded. "Okay, Governor, please save those Dutch people who are still in the hands of the pirates at this moment."

"I will, Fanny, I promise you this. Okay, take Mr. Fanny to the best room to rest. Remember, without my permission, don't let someone disturb him again, he will be almost collapsed." Groning summoned a confidant servant and whispered.

Seeing Fanny's lonely back leaving the room, the smile on Groning's face gradually faded, replaced by anger and reluctance. "British guys, you should all go to hell!"

"Governor, this is definitely an unfortunate news. I can be sure that this is definitely a conspiracy of the British. Yes, only the British are so shameless. They can use any means to deal with our Netherlands. For wealth and colonies, they can even betray God and they can." Van Persie, a confidant of Groning, a senior employee of the Dutch East India Company, who is over 60 years old, touched his beautiful silver beard and thought for about five minutes, and came to his conclusion.

"It is precisely because of this that I feel helpless. I even feel that the incident in Sukhadan was a conspiracy against us by the British. Otherwise, how could they grasp our movements so accurately? When our army was all sent to West Borneo, it suddenly appeared on Sulawesi. Why did the indigenous people dare to extend their hands to us Dutch people? If there was no strong country behind them, how could these indigenous people, who were as greedy and timid as a group of earthworms in the tropical jungle dare to massacre our Dutch people? Aren't they afraid of our revenge?" Groning clenched his fist and smashed it hard on the table.

"Dear Governor, we'd better respond now. We must use powerful means to respond to the humiliation and cruelty of the British to us. Otherwise, not only other countries think that our Netherlands has fallen to the point of weakness and bullying, but even the efforts and achievements of our Netherlands in the East for hundreds of years will become the trophy of the British." Another senior employee of the East India Company, the governor of Jakarta, Sneider, the fat face of the obese face was full of worries and tensions.

"You are right, Governor, I suggest that you immediately withdraw the troops and fleets that attacked the Borneo L'Fang Kingdom, and let them rush to Makassar, and teach those British men a lesson, and the damn pirates hired by the British, and of course, the murderers who killed our Dutch civilians must pay the price of bleeding to make the natives on other islands understand that the disputes between our European countries are not something they and these reptiles can benefit from." Old Van Persie gently poked the table with his fingertips, and a sense of coldness was revealed in his maroon eyes.

"I agree with Mr. Van Persie's suggestion." Another senior executive of the East India Company who attended the meeting also made his own statement. "The sooner the better. Otherwise, if the news comes out, it will be very unfavorable to our Dutch rule in this area. You must know that there are still many indigenous sultans who are still dissatisfied with us and must not let this matter become a fuse."

"So, okay, I will give orders as the governor of the Dutch colony..." Groning cleared his throat and made the final decision.

"The Dutch are recruiting soldiers in Jakarta. So far, about 3,000 soldiers have been recruited to speed up training and have begun to summon those armed merchant ships. According to the Dutch lieutenant Koku just said that a war was going to go, but he didn't know where their target was. However, it must be related to the special commissioner who returned to Jakarta a few days ago, that is, the young master's plan has been successful. The senior management of the East India Company crushed this matter tightly and did not want people to know what happened in Sulawesi." Arozo was in a fluent Chinese language in the backyard of a shop selling cloth on Caopu Street, and was talking quietly with Zheng Tianfang.

"Of course, the young master will definitely succeed. I firmly believe in this from the beginning." Zheng Tianfang clenched his fists hard, tried hard to suppress his excitement, and calm himself down.

"Okay, I admit that the young master is a great genius, of course he can succeed. But the key now is, does our plan still need to be implemented?" Arozo said with a dry smile.

"Of course it needs to be implemented. In addition, let me tell you a good news, which was received just yesterday..." Zheng Tianfang leaned into Arozo's ear and muttered quietly. Arozo's eyes suddenly widened, and his incredible expression remained on his face for a full two minutes before it subsided.
Chapter completed!