Cai Feiming smiled, nodded around, and then stepped down. He was very skilled in this job. When he was in Cape Town, he often organized such bags with a strong rural atmosphere, and the black uncles usually bought it. However, no one in the time travelers cared about what he was saying just now. It was just a simple occupation ceremony, and it was a formality. Everyone is very busy now.

Most of the Dutch people were unable to understand what the fake slander presided over by Cai was the meaning of. They were soon distracted by the following activities - the invaders began to dispose of prisoners in a classified manner.

Some people were locked up in an empty warehouse with the smell of demonic saliva, while others were unexpectedly treated: a man in a green onesie stood behind the table, clamped cotton balls with a shiny iron clip, brewed a strong liquor to clean the wounds for the wounded, and then bandaged them with white cotton cloth. The whole process was fast and weird, and the wounded would scream one or two times from time to time.

This group of people were detained in that small hospital. This is already very good. At least everyone can get a hammock or wooden bed. Those with leg injuries can live in the lower bunk.

A few senior managers of the store were treated differently. The Johnnis Van der Hagen and the other three members of the Council were not injured. They supported Lieutenant William Janes, who had injured his thigh, and lived in a single room - this was the room of missionaries, and now the servants of God have been driven into the warehouse. The imaginary torture and torture did not come. The invaders just told them in that weird Dutch language: "There is no time now", let them: "Stay in the room and be quiet."

William Janes was picked up from the pile of corpses outside the mall. Mr. Lieutenant standing at the back of the right side of the team avoided the 12.7mm burst warhead, and the flying prefabricated fragments only pulled a fifteen-centimeter-long crack on his thigh. He was lucky because he survived, and not many of the people who went out with him at that time survived.

As the only Westerner who enjoyed the treatment of anesthesia-free suture due to his different identities, William Janes did not know that he had created a new history. The veteran is now lying weak in bed, discussing the incredible wound suture on his thigh with Van der Hagen. They will guess the origins of these mysterious invaders, discussing whether they are civilized people and those terrible weapons. In short, for the rest of today, they are also very busy.

Time always passes quickly, and the traveling team is busy all afternoon. First, disinfect the functional buildings such as the chief's office, barracks, hospitals, warehouses, chapels, and arsenals. Then, detain the prisoners and then clean the battlefield.

The last work was quite troublesome: there were many corpses and broken limbs scattered everywhere to be dealt with. The plan was to load a boat and feed the fish, but there was no boat now. Just as the cannon fodder team shouted and rushed into the mall from the gap in the west, behind the mall, the side of the pier near the Taijiang Inland Sea, the Japanese merchants, Fujian fishermen, Pingpu natives, and Banda slaves who had gathered in shantytowns to watch the fun suddenly scattered. These people hopped onto the fishing boats and sampans beside the pier, crossing the Taijiang Inland Sea, and ran to the main island of Taiwan. There was only a lonely Dutch speedboat on the pier, mocking the helpless travelers with soft sails and ropes.

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The crossing people are facing such an embarrassing situation: no one will drive the captured Dutch ship, and the boat and the sampan are all on the other side of Taijiang. The two sand ships they brought cannot be used to hold corpses and flesh. Moreover, the two sand ships are also very busy now. The sunken sampan in the channel needs to be cleaned. The lighter Yuandou has already turned the boat into the channel and is sending sailors to the sea to tie the sunken sampan, preparing to launch an outboard engine to drag the sampan out of the channel.

In the end, there was no way. Chen Dong, who was responsible for infrastructure and management of all labor, could only order: go to dig a big hole in the distance to bury people. This work occupied all resources, and the rest of the time today was spent on it.

A few senior executives of the company, led by Xia Xianze, naturally would not deal with dead bodies. When these people entered the mall, they focused on a more standardized job: cleaning up the spoils. The front foot locked up the Dutch, and the back foot hurried into the warehouse. The strong smell of disinfectant could not stop their eager thoughts.

From the first time traveler Xia Xianze to today, the company is actually in a state of "entering super". In other words, the expenses of various light and dark plans, as well as all personnel and materials, are actually from "import". The time travel team even the money for buying vegetables is obtained by Cao Chuan's reselling of "local products". There is nothing else about time travelers in between. Everyone is like children at home, with pure consumption and no output at all.

In addition to the little wealth and land deeds from the leader of the Beggars' Sect, strictly speaking, the Dutch property seized in the Grand Secretary's Store today is the first investment in the company in the true sense. It is like a child growing up and finally earning pocket money by helping his neighbors walk his dog. The amount is small, but the meaning is different.

When Xia Xianze, Feng Jun, Cai Feiming and others walked into the Dutch warehouse, they found that someone had already taken the lead. Wang Liguo, who was in the Baibaixuanxuan, was taking several people to count the goods.

The largest piece of the trophy is a piece of Indian sandalwood with white outer skin, thigh thickness and dark brown tree core. Sandalwood is a few goods that can knock on the Ming market in its infancy by the Dutch colonists. At this time, other products are not very useful for the Ming Dynasty. Only various Buddha statues, furniture, incense-filled Indian sandalwood, which can make various Buddha statues, furniture, and incense-filled Indian sandalwood, are indispensable consumer goods for the top Ming Dynasty.

Those present more or less understood the trade status of sandalwood in the early 17th century. Feng Jun walked forward, grind the sandalwood core with his middle finger, pretended to smell it, and then smiled and said, "It's quite fragrant. To be honest, I haven't seen the logs before. I don't know if this thing can be sold at the price when Mr. Cao transported it back."

"A pound of 5,000 is easy to take. The white sandalwood in southern India is about to be extinct many years ago, and the market has long been out of stock."

Hum? When I heard someone popular science, everyone looked back and said, "Oh, it turned out to be Professor Luo, no wonder."

Professor Luo, who everyone mentioned, has a unique appearance: one hard and straight inch, and earrings are strung on his left ear. He also has circles that old men in the entertainment industry like to keep. His face is relatively tough. Although he has black hair and yellow skin, he has a bit of a mixed-race feeling, which looks a bit like Robert Baggio.
Chapter completed!