Jacob. Keith walked into the cabin, where Qin Lang was already waiting for him—more precisely, waiting for the good news he brought. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It only took two hours for the investigators to get Manuel . Portera. Torre Grossa handed over all his property. It was easy to pry open the plantation's mouth, or rather, Mr. Torre Grossa was less daring than his butler, and needed no intimidation, no bright light or noise, and Keith was terrified at the slightest mention of the word "pirate" in his conversation. The rest is easy and uninteresting.

And ridiculous. During the interrogation, Torre Grossa would give answers to at least three questions for each question asked by Keys, as if he had already made up his mind that as soon as he began to answer questions, he would spit out everything he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Keith interrogated many people, but none of them cooperated as much as the plantation owner.

"I very much doubt how a man like him would have the courage to collude with pirates." The investigator pouted, not hiding his contempt in the slightest.

"Obviously, he just didn't want his little secret to be spread by us, or he would be sent to the gallows by the end of the war. And that's a good thing for our actions. Qin Lang smiled, "So, where did our plantation owner put his wealth?" ”

Except for stocks and bonds, everything else is in the basement of his house. Torre Grossa dug a cellar in the basement. Besides, the boss, he owned more property than his butler knew, and the amount of gold was eight thousand ounces, and he and the pirates split half. ”

"Take them out immediately." After a pause, Qin Lang said again: "Investigator, I believe you have asked Mr. Torre Grossa to hand over his stocks and bonds to us as well, right?" ”

"Yes, boss." Keith replied.

"You're doing a great job, investigator, and I look forward to seeing your next success." After speaking, Qin Lang waved his hand lightly, and the investigator bowed to him before leaving.

Case's success was just the beginning, and the other investigators quickly completed their first assignment, and the next ones were completed faster and faster. In the process, the revelations of the Spanish tycoons were huge, and with a little hint and encouragement, the nobles and gentlemen, who had just lost all their fortunes, could not wait to shake out all the secrets they knew about their friends and rivals, and at some point, they began to leak them themselves before the investigators even began to hint at them.

Of course, the investigators did not find it surprising that the nobles and gentlemen of high society were usually like that: if their own life became difficult, they would have hoped that those who were of similar status to theirs would also have a hard time, because only in this way would the nobles and gentlemen be freed from their misery and in a good mood. And sometimes, these people will have some expectations, and if they give up the others, maybe there will be a chance to take back a part of the property from the marauders as a reward for their good behavior and perfect fit.

In Manila, there is a vivid example of this: almost everyone knows about Basilio. Augustine took back his property, and some of his close associates also heard about three million silver pesos. The plutocrats knew why His Excellency the Governor was so lucky, so everyone became very positive.

Qin Lang thanked them, of course, only in words, not in the actual actions that the Spanish tycoons would have hoped for. Qin Lang's mood had never been happier than now: the wealth looted from the Spaniards belonged to him and did not need to be distributed to the Coalition consortium or Washington, so the capital he owned was growing rapidly at an astonishing rate, increasing by an average of several thousand dollars per minute—or more.

Even according to the most conservative estimates, Qin Lang believed that he would be able to make a profit of twenty-two million dollars in this operation, and it was only the value of the gold (it should be noted that seven million of them were actually the commissions that Washington should have paid him, but settled with the Spanish gold he had surrendered, that is, Washington was playing the game of empty gloves and white wolves - provided that Qin Lang could find that much gold in the Philippines; But if he can't find it, his relationship with Washington will have to change somewhat), and it doesn't include jewelry, antiques, works of art, and bonds of all kinds, and it doesn't include the Spanish silver peso.

Qin Lang didn't need those silver pesos, and it was unlikely that he would convert them all into dollars. Silver prices have been falling ever since European countries abandoned the silver standard in favor of the gold standard, and American silver miners did not want large quantities of silver to enter the United States to affect their interests - unless Washington introduced the Silver Act in advance, but in theory it would still be done by the first disabled president in American history.

So, those silver pesos could only be used for one thing: unless the portion was given to Augustine, and the portion that was to be exchanged for dollars for Dewey and the officers and men of the fleet, the rest would be distributed to the mercenaries as war dividends. Qin Lang understood the emotions of his soldiers, these guys were already about to lose control of their emotions because they didn't get anything valuable.

In fact, there are already some mercenaries who are emotionally out of control; But interestingly, there are some that do the opposite.

Zhang Biao and William. Butz is one of the former groups, who have become grumpy, and have not yet picked up a gun and fired indiscriminately only because there is someone else who can stop them; And then the latter group of people...... As the two shouted at Wendesi, Vane, and Wachs, they saw a triumphant junior commander whistle past them.

"What's going on with that guy?" Zhang Biao pointed at the guy just now, almost unable to believe his eyes - in the eyes of a person with a dark psychology, everyone in a similar situation should be in the same mood as him, not in a diametrically opposite position.

That's something that shouldn't have happened.

Butts, Vane, and Wachs couldn't answer his question, and only Wend's knew a little bit of the inside story, but he was still hesitant to say it.

"Something must have happened that I didn't know about." Zhang Biao bit his lip and guessed, "Maybe that guy got some dividends in private, and he is the commander...... Maybe the boss acquiesced to him. ”

"Nothing like that." Wen Deji almost blurted out.

"So, tell me what's going on, Wen Si." Zhang Biao glared at him. Now, he has a rather bad attitude towards this old friend. Twice! Wen Deji has already ruined his good deeds twice. It's better not to have a third time, or he's bound to turn his face. Zhang Biao swore that he would turn his face.

As he swore it, he was still hesitant to tell the inside story. Until now, only a few well-informed people knew about the secret, but they all kept it strictly secret; If it is leaked, it may cause some unnecessary trouble.

He hesitated, but Zhang Biao couldn't wait. "Speak quickly!"

"Okay." Bundeji shrugged, "But you have to promise that you won't leak this secret." ”

"I swear." Not only Zhang Biao, but three other people also said the same. They were interested in that secret.

It's the same kind of people, Wendeji sighed, and explained, "The guy you just saw, Commander Ford, hooked up with the wife and daughter of a Spanish merchant......"

"What!" All four screamed - but they didn't have the same concerns.

"Wife and daughter? Meantime? "There is no doubt that Vochs was envious of Commander Ford.

"You're kidding!" Butz didn't want to believe this fact.

"How did he do it?" Zhang Biao cares about the details.

"I think the boss's new rules prohibit rape." Vane was worried. He didn't believe that a black man had the ability to hook up with two Spanish women. Clearly, Ford violated the ban. What struck him as strange was that if someone violated the ban, he must have been invited over for tea by the housekeeper.

Of course, the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs have been a bit busy lately.

"You want to know why?" Bundeji shrugged his shoulders and continued to reveal the secret, "The reason is simple, Ford used his Spam luncheon meat as bait to seduce the two women, and that cuckold fool turned a blind eye to the matter so that he wouldn't nibble on the moldy dry bread every day. And ......"

"And his actions are not rape, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs will not care." Vane shook his head, "Clever." ”

The other three, however, were frustrated. Spam luncheon meat, something disgusting to the mercenaries, they could get one a day, and sometimes two, if the sergeant in charge of the food distribution was in a bad mood. But all the luncheon meat was thrown away by them, or given to the Filipinos, who knew how much of a temptation that thing would have for the Spaniards......

"If you only eat half a pound of moldy brown bread and two spoonfuls of salty mashed potatoes a day, you'll be like the Spaniards who make luncheon meat the most delicious thing in the world."

A voice suddenly interjected, and Wen Deji raised his head, then jumped up and shouted, "Lizheng! ”

Zhang Biao, Butz, Vane, and Wachs also hurriedly stood up and saluted the commander who caused the panic. Commander Thomas returned a solemn military salute, and then said, "Don't envy that fool Ford, sooner or later he will run into unsolvable trouble, and I can bet you on it." ”

It sounds more like saying that grapes are sour if you can't eat them, and of course no one has the guts to say so, and they don't dare to show a corresponding expression on their faces. The four mercenaries who envied Ford were just thinking in their hearts that they would save their rations of canned luncheon meat from today to tempt the Spaniards to see if they could get anything good. Wen Deji glanced at them, and seemed to already know what a few guys were thinking, but said nothing.

And Thomas couldn't see anything. However, he didn't come to these guys because of Ford, in fact he didn't care about the guy either, the commander just came to look for his staff sergeant. There were orders for him to convey to everyone. "Wen, inform everyone to the old military camp of the Spaniards, the boss has something to announce." After a pause, he added, "Very important thing. ”

Something very important? He didn't know much about what was very important. War with the Filipinos? Maybe. But it was a little too early, the Spaniards had not yet dealt with it, and the ammunition consumed had not been replenished...... However, he is only a staff sergeant, and this matter is not within the scope of his concern, the boss's order is.

It took him a moment to find the other mercenaries in the company, and then rushed to the Spanish barracks north of Manila. When he arrived, the mercenaries who didn't need to be on guard were already there, gathered in groups of three or five, whispering about what the "very important" thing was. Wen Desi's ears were full of mosquito-like buzzing.

Then the voices disappeared as if they had never existed. Because Qin Lang had already walked out and stood in front of the mercenaries.

He has something to say.

"Gentlemen, there is one thing I must inform you." Qin Lang's speeches are usually very simple, very direct, and never go around in circles, and this time is no exception, "As a reward for your good performance in this military operation, the company has decided to take a part of the proceeds as your special allowance. He used a long pause to emphasize the importance of this special allowance, and also asked the mercenaries to reflect carefully, "Every mercenary who participates in the operation will receive five thousand to ten thousand silver pesos, or fifteen hundred to three thousand dollars, or shares of the same value in the company." You are free to choose one or the other. ”

That's all he had to say. At first, there was silence in the barracks, and the mercenaries were waiting for their next speech, but they did not wake up from their surprise. However, only a minute later, enthusiastic cheers swept through the barracks like a tidal wave.

"Hooray!" The guys howled, "Long live the boss!" ”

Qin Lang looked at them calmly, Fan. Commander Dean leaned over. "The Soldier loves you, boss."

"Commander, they love God, not me." Qin Lang smiled, but his voice was chillingly indifferent. "I'm just an agent of God, one."

God has many agents in the world, and He is only one of them.

The commander understood what he meant. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )