Oufovat's messenger did not receive the courtesy he deserved in Batavia because General Cornelis.van.de.Lijn was not satisfied with Taiwan's work.

In fact, the gentlemen of the entire Batavia Council were unhappy with Mr. Oufuwat’s actions in Taiwan.

Compared with the previous Taiwanese chiefs, Oufuwat did not defeat the Spaniards, or pushed the Netherlands' sphere of influence to the entire western Taiwan... and other outstanding contributions.

On the contrary, it was during Oufuwat's term that the indigenous peoples in eastern Taiwan completely broke away from the Dutch rule, making it impossible for the Dutch to make any profit from Eastern Taiwan.

The quality and quantity of deer skin produced in East Taiwan cannot be ignored. Especially the deer herds near Jelanzhe gradually disappeared, and Batavia was even more resentful about the loss of East Taiwan.

"I really don't know why Anthony trusts this mediocre and greedy guy." General Ryan slapped Oufot's letter on the table and complained to his friend, senior businessman, Cornlad Solomonson.

The senior businessman in the middle of the year just twitched his lips and showed an appropriate contemptuous look, and did not make a direct judgment. He had been in the United Company for a long time and had served as an assistant to Japanese chief Conelis Van Nyonrude. At that time, the company's business center was still located in Hirado.

With his qualifications, whether it is going out of the island to serve as the Japanese chief or the Gerranzha as the Holmosa chief, it is more than enough. There are rumors within the company that the gentlemen in Amsterdam seem to be suggesting that the Governor General let Cohenlad play a more important role.

Because of this relationship, Cohenlad felt that he was not suitable to evaluate Mr. Oufott's work.

"This is a letter sent by an official." General Ryan gently lit another letter on the table, looking only from the paper. It seemed more atmospheric and advanced.

"What did he say?" Cohenlad asked casually.

General Ryan leaned on the back of the chair and gently twisted his carefully trimmed beard - it could perfectly draw a wavy line, which was the general's pride.

"The official said," Ryan sat up and squeezed a strong voice from his throat. "The crown prince of Ming Dynasty hopes to trade with European countries. He will open the central left guard in the near future. Here is a list of purchases and sales goods they sent."

"This is indeed good news." There was no joy in Cohenlad's tone. If the Ming Empire was willing to open a trading port, the role of Shermosa would be limited to the source of raw materials - only deer skin there is still a best-seller. It is especially popular in the Japanese market.

"I think so too." Ryan moved his stomach and said, "But, my friend, don't you find it strange? The Ming Empire is willing to dispatch fifty warships and an army of nearly 10,000 people, with the purpose of driving us from Penghu to the Grand Secretary. Now their crown prince is willing to open the central left guard... an island larger than Gulang Island. Is this a miracle of God? I don't think God will look at the edge of this world."

"God is everywhere," Cornlad said casually: "They offered the same conditions for the Portuguese and the Spanish?"

"That's not." General Ryan said: "Obviously they were worried about the Spanish massacre of Chinese in Luzon, and only we and the Portuguese in Macau received the invitation."

"God. Almost fifty years have passed, and these Chinese people really hold grudges." Cohenlad's tone finally fluctuated.

"Yes, I'm very glad that the previous governor lost to the Chinese." Ryan said with a lip voice: "But I still don't believe that a closed power will be willing to trade without warning."

Cohenlad turned his neck: "It's very simple. I'm willing to lead a fleet to Zhongzuo and talk to Nikola. If this is a scam, our losses will not be too great. If the Ming Empire is really ready to trade, we cannot lag behind the Portuguese. When necessary, I think it's also possible to attack Macau again."

"You are always so wise." Ryan laughed, "the cunning Utrechts."

"I just think it's praise, dear Conneris." Cornlad stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

"My best friend." Ryan walked around the table and sent Cohenlad to the door. "I will work for two more years at most. Believe me, all seventeen gentlemen understand how important it is to be a governor who is proficient in Asian affairs. I will convince them with my own reputation that some are destined to be more suitable than others."

"Thank you, my best friend." Cornlad bowed slightly and saluted this friend and boss.

He hadn't left Batavia for many years, and the work of the Council and the Court made him relaxed and pleasant, rich, and he was unwilling to step on the disgusting deck and breathe the smelly sea breeze.

But he knew very well that Ryan had been in this position for three years, and it was time to bring his property of hundreds of thousands of gulf back to his motherland to enjoy his life. If the next governor was not willing to see a senior businessman who threatened him, he would have to consider his future position.

If the Ming Empire had started trading, then it would be likely to become the chief of the Ming Dynasty's trade point; if the Ming Empire had just set a trap, his courage would be enough to gain a higher reputation in the Council, and both Japan and Shermosa could choose at will. As for the danger, it might only exist in people's imagination, even during the war, the Chinese did not kill Dutch prisoners.

Of course, the best position is the Governor of Batavia.

Cornrad came out of the Governor's residence and first went home to change into cool clothes, then went to meet his friends, preparing to go to the center-left guard when the south wind blew. He was not as timid as General Ryan, and following Mr. Nyonrud's experience trained his courage and boosted his appetite, so he decided to take some private goods to the center-left office to earn some travel expenses for himself.

"Where did the lady go? Paramount." Cornlad returned to his small building near the Governor's residence, and did not see his wife, so he had to ask the servants at home loudly.

Paramount described the whereabouts of the hostess in stuttering Dutch to attend a tea party for a Chinese businessman.

The United Company prohibits employees from participating in private business operations. This rule is written on the company's rules. It would be too unwise to ignore it. For Mr. Neunrud, who has mixed praise and criticism, he was a capable person in the eyes of the board of directors when he was alive, favored by several generals, and was even trained as a governor for a time.

However, before he died, he transported the nearly 30,000 ruts of his accumulated collection in Japan, just a part of his property, to Batavia, and wanted to transport it back to the country... but was confiscated and auctioned by the company and confiscated into the company's vault, because the Justice Court believed that the huge sum was obtained through improper private trade.

Cohenlad knew very well that the company would not make jokes in terms of this.

However, as a Dutch, it would undoubtedly be very stupid to come to this place that has great health damage just for a salary. Moreover, with the salary paid by the company, it would be completely insufficient to maintain decentness in Batavia. So the best way is to let women come forward and deal with private business issues, including borrowing money to Chinese merchants and collecting interest.

In order to help its employees in the Far East solve their life problems and serve the company better, the board of directors of the United Company once transported a ship of European women to the Far East in accordance with the request of Governor Jan Pitson Cohen, but it was not accepted by local employees. After the 1930s, the board of directors had to make a decision not to transport European women, but employees themselves looked for a marriage partner in Asia.

Because everyone knows that with the Netherlands' land area and population, it is impossible to completely replace the locals and occupy the East Indies.

The Batavian authorities immediately issued an order, ordering the delivery of women of appropriate age at various trade sites.

These undeveloped girls are sent to school to learn the truth—the teachings of the Protestantism of the Netherlands, and to learn good behavior before getting married. Through this education, they will become qualified Batavian housewife and mothers of the "tropical nobility".

This is how Cohenlad's wife cultivated women. This actually does not match his senior staff identity, because the Dutch people do not like locals as wives, they prefer Japanese women of Western ancestry or Japanese women. However, Mrs. Solomonsson has another identity that adds "pursuableness" to her, that is: widows.

Generally speaking, the staff of the United East India Company will leave a will: so that his family in the Netherlands can obtain all the salaries that the company still needs to pay after his death, and at the same time leave the property he has accumulated in the East India Islands to his family here.

This makes marrying a widow of a colleague popular because everyone knows the family background of a colleague. According to Dutch law, once married, the husband has the power to control his wife's wealth, so marrying a widow is an investment.

The return on investment is high and low, but it will never lose money.

Cohenlad gained 300,000 ruts through such a marriage - his wife was not only a widow, but also a widow twice.

Finally, when Mrs. Solomonsong, whose skin was dark and whose nose bone was slightly concave, came back, she brought back a good news for a silver gain of 500 taels.

Cohenlad sat on a rattan chair on the balcony, blew the sea breeze and said easily: "If we were to do business with the Chinese, what should we sell to them?"

"China? There is everything there, and I can only buy their goods with silver." Mrs. Solomonsong said: "I heard that they have a very clear silver mirror. If it is as good as the legendary one, it will definitely be worth a lot of money."

"I don't want to take huge risks to find the legendary goods," Cohenlad said. "Talk to your Chinese friends, I need a list. Oh, yes, do you know if Batavia has a tragic painter? I can introduce him to a good job, but he has to give me the first three months' salary."

"There will be." Mrs. Solomonsong giggled: "They are like lice, everywhere."
Chapter completed!