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Hearing Qin Zhiyuan's question, Huang Bohan and Huang Jinsheng nodded again and again.

"There are yes, there are many places, Borneo is known as an island of tens of thousands, you can find three or five if you look around, I have dozens of plantations in my hands, each of which covers a large area, and can be taken out as a base. If General Qin wants to find an island, it is not difficult, although Borneo has a large population, it is concentrated on a few large islands, many small islands are deserted, and it is not difficult to find a suitable base to build. "Huang Bohan is worthy of being the head snake of the ground.

"As for manpower, don't worry about General Qin, Borneo is a place where there are many Chinese, and it is not a problem to make up tens of thousands. There are several mines in Borneo, each of which has more than 10,000 workers, most of whom are Chinese laborers, all of whom are strong and good men. If General Qin needs a large number of manpower, he can also directly set up a labor service company from the mainland to recruit as many as he wants. As for the cost, there is no need for General Qin to worry, when we came, we contacted more than ten Chinese business associations, from now on, General Qin's military expenses, we can bear it alone, from now on, we can contribute one million US dollars to General Qin every month, for General Qin to spend at any time. Huang Jinsheng took out real money.

One million dollars a month, it seems that this is the protection fee of the Chinese businessmen in Borneo. This number is a lot, and during this period, the weekly salary of American workers was only about 6 US dollars, 1 million US dollars, and 40,000 Americans could be hired to serve Qin Zhiyuan.

Pierre, who was listening to the "Million ......", was dumbfounded.

Pierre was a French soldier, and as a colonel, his monthly allowance was only more than 400 francs, equivalent to about 100 US dollars. The protection money that Borneo pays to Qin Zhiyuan every month can hire 10,000 French colonels to serve Qin Zhiyuan.

"Money, people and land are all trivial things, the key is weapons, the Dutch are cunning and shameless, they have contracted all the foreign trade of Borneo, and our Chinese ships can't go out of the Far East, so they can't buy weapons. At this point, please ask General Qin to bother. "Huang Bohan is sincere.

"It's okay, you two will live here for the next two days, and I'll introduce Louis to you another day, and you can talk to Luis about what weapons you need." Huang Bohan's most worrying thing is not a matter here for Qin Zhiyuan.

"Louis? Is it Mr. Louis Reno? Huang Bohan was not very surprised, obviously he had studied Qin Zhiyuan's social circle.

"Yes!" Qin Zhiyuan introduced a large number of Chinese workers into the old Renault's factory, which was inhuman, and Qin Zhiyuan did not want to hide it.

"That's great, with Mr. Louis Reno's help, weapons aren't a problem." Huang Bohan nodded.

This is nonsense, if the old Renault can't get weapons, then no one in the whole world can get them.

Qin Zhiyuan signaled, Gao Hongshi came in, and led the two of them to arrange a guest room to rest.

Qin Zhiyuan sat in the living room and looked at the check in front of him in a daze.

"Ten million ......" Pierre picked up the check and looked at it, his hand shook and almost fell to the ground: "My God, I never knew, are you Orientals rich?" What Marco Polo said was true. ”

Marco Polo wrote "Marco Polo's Travels", which introduced the ancient empire of China to the West for the first time, and the Westerners' understanding of China was partly derived from this book. Pierre must have read the book and was influenced by the exaggeration of the book's gold.

"You're seeing the best of the best, and more of the civilians of the First Brigade." Qin Zhiyuan was a little absent-minded.

"It's amazing, my God, there aren't many people who can come up with $10 million at random, at least not before I see it...... Maybe Luis Reynaud could, but he probably didn't have that much cash, so could it be fake? Pierre's mind was open, and he flipped through the cheques in his hand.

"Oh my God, can you please stop playing tricks." Qin Zhiyuan was speechless.

"Why are you so calm? Do you think this is normal? Pierre felt incredible, and his eyes widened and questioned Qin Zhiyuan.

"It's all mundane, don't pay too much attention to it." Qin Zhiyuan was bland.

"I now suspect that you are not an orphan, but a prince in distress, look at your tone...... It's all mundane...... Uh, that's enough! Pierre laughed.

"You might as well think about how to please Misha if you have this time." Qin Zhiyuan was ironic.

"My God, I almost forgot to get down to business, Qin, help me make a tune, I'll record it and give it to Mixia." Pierre put the check back on the table and leaned over to Qin Zhiyuan's side.

"Don't even think about it." Although Qin Zhiyuan couldn't arch Mixia's good cabbage by himself, he didn't want Pierre to arch it.

"If you help me, don't think I'll send you something in the future." Pierre coerced and enticed.

"Okay, I'll make you a lullaby that you can sing to Misha before she goes to bed." Qin Zhiyuan was full of malice.

"Good, good." Pierre didn't know what to do.

"But first, you have to figure out how to get into Misha's room when she's going to sleep." Qin Zhiyuan made a big move.

"Oh...... No! How can you do that. Pierre clutched his heart and collapsed on the couch.

That's enough to pack.

"Can you two be a little more bored?" Misha's angry shouts could be heard upstairs.

Pierre ran away.

Qin Zhiyuan looked up and saw Mixia holding on to the railing and glaring at him.

Qin Zhiyuan grinned, turned around and slipped away, and before he had taken two steps, he turned around and picked up the check at the table, showed it to Mixia, turned around and slipped away quickly.

"These two bastards!" Mischa lost her smile, as beautiful as a magnolia in winter, and if Pierre saw it, he would be stupid.

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In the guest room, Huang Bohan and Huang Jinsheng had no intention of sleeping, and the two gathered in front of the fireplace in the living room to chat.

"Brother Bohan, what do you think of this General Qin?" Huang Jinsheng couldn't hold back his excitement.

"Either way, this is our last straw." Huang Bohan broke the kettle and sank the boat.

"yes, that's our last straw. For more than ten years, we have begged Lord Zhongtang, Lord Xiangshuai, Lord Gongbao, the British, and the Dutch, but we have never responded, and now we have finally found a General Qin who is willing to help, whether it is a straw or not, we have to grasp it. Huang Jinsheng thought of the sadness of the past ten years, and couldn't help but reddened his eyes.

"We can be regarded as a ruin this time, I have already decided, if I can't do it this time, I will sell my family property in Borneo and move to the Lion City, and I will no longer care about the rights and wrongs of Borneo." Huang Bohan is not completely desperate.

The Lion City is Singapore, and Huang Zhonghan's parents have already gone to sea to make a living, and by Huang Zhonghan's generation, their feelings for the mainland are not too deep.

"Well, if I can't get my wish this time, I want to go back to China, and when I'm old, I always have to return to my roots." Huang Jinsheng also has his own plans.

Huang Jinsheng is a first-generation immigrant and has a special affection for the motherland.

"Jinmao and Shenglong also have plans, if it doesn't work this time, our Coconut City Chamber of Commerce will also disperse." Huang Bohan Xiao Suo.

"Let's disperse, Coconut City, Coconut City, let's still call her 'Coconut City', others only know that there is Batavia, and Coconut City is afraid that it has become a yellow flower of the past." Huang Jinsheng recalled.

Coconut City, no matter how you listen to it, it sounds better than Batavia!