In the Governor's Mansion in Jakarta, Auterrell held a blood-red gem in his hand and looked at it carefully, his eyes showing endless love.

Those Chinese families are so exciting.

As long as you get it all, you won't be able to spend it in a few lifetimes.

As for the East India Company, it was a bunch of fools who had been doing business with the Chinese for fifty years, and they couldn't make such a fortune.

Thinking of this, Autrell couldn't help but praise his wisdom.

Although the previous governor planned the construction of the Dutch East Indies well and brought more wealth to the kingdom, he also left a mess.

The inspection department, dominated by Mahmud, was threatening the security of colonial rule.

As an iron-blooded governor, Autrell was well aware of his mission, and he was the first to deal with local forces that could threaten Dutch colonial dominance.

Mahmoud bore the brunt of the attack, and even if he did not dare to rebel against Dutch rule, as long as he posed a threat, it had to be dealt with once and for all.

Ottrell didn't want a riot during his tenure to tarnish his political career.

And he was able to use Autrell to plunder the wealth of the Chinese, but in a righteous manner, all the executioners were suppressed, so that the trouble was solved, and the wealth belonged to him.

In Autrell's mind, this plan is perfect.

Especially when he had just sent off those Chinese representatives, looking at the gems in his hands, Autrell felt even more comfortable.

However, a hurried knock on the door interrupted the self-absorbed Autrell, and just as he was angry, the adjutant pushed the door in and reported: "Report to the president, the inspection department has been attacked, all thirty-two inspectors in the inspection department have been killed, and the inspection captain Mahmoud has been taken hostage and disappeared. ”

"Bastard, gather your troops immediately, and you must find the murderer." Autrell yelled angrily.

How could such a thing happen at such a critical moment?

Could it be the rebellion of the Chinese?

As soon as he thought of this, Autrell couldn't sit still, but he knew very well that he couldn't touch those Chinese, and with those Chinese and the East India Company's decades of business dealings, once he did it, he would definitely not be able to explain it clearly.

If you want to deal with the Chinese, you can only kill people with a knife.

Regardless of whether it was done by the Chinese or not, this matter can only be guided to the Chinese community.

Thinking of this, Autrell made up his mind, but Mahmoud had to die.

One after another, orders were conveyed, and the Dutch troops in Jakarta, who were assistants, immediately went into action, and groups of Dutch soldiers searched from house to house in Jakarta.

Jakarta was also blockaded by Dutch troops around it, and for a while, Jakarta became noisy.

At the same time, a news spread in Jakarta that the inspection post was attacked, more than 30 inspectors died, and even the inspection team leader was unfortunately killed, which made the Dutch so aggressive, and the news also said that this incident was related to the Chinese.

For a while, the Dutch East Indians in the entire Jakarta began to be agitated, and it was naturally those under Mahmud who were fanning the flames.

Chinatown was there, and there began to be an ill-intentioned gathering of Dutch East Indians, and the entire Chinatown was blocked off before and after.

Chinese plantations and other industries in the suburbs were all smashed and destroyed, and in just a few days, conflicts broke out throughout Jakarta.

The excuses on both sides of Chinatown were blocked by a large amount of wood to prevent the Dutch East Indies from rushing into Chinatown, and most of the Chinese also organized themselves.

The situation was suddenly tense, but fortunately, no bigger conflict broke out, but for the Chinese in Chinatown, it was already panicked.

The streets are blocked, everyone can't get out at all, and the daily food needs and consumption, already drinking water, are problems.

Behind the Li ancestral hall, in the courtyard where Fan Yize and several people lived, everyone could feel the sudden tense atmosphere.

There are already Dutch East Indians outside under the banner of revenge, calling for a storm, ready to storm Chinatown, once these Dutch East Indians rush in, there will be a river of blood.

Even Fan Yize's two bodyguards were a little worried.

If thousands of Dutch East Indians had rushed in, they would not have been able to deal with so many thugs.

However, Fan Yize was still very calm, and in the attic on the second floor of the courtyard, Mahmoud was imprisoned here.

In the courtyard, Xiao Yang is learning culture with the housekeeper, and the atmosphere is more light and light than the mountain rain outside.

Fan Yize, basking in the sun, reading books, tasting fragrant tea, looked complacent.

A hurried knock sounded, the dragon opened the courtyard door, Li Daolin hurriedly came in, saw the appearance of everyone, and was a little speechless, seeing Fan Yize put down the book and got up, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Mr. Fan, why are you still here." ”

"So where am I supposed to be?" Fan Yize asked.

"Alas, you shouldn't listen to me, now you can't leave if you want to, the outside is full of Dutch East Indians gathering, once you go out, it will be more than lucky, I suggest you go to the ancestral hall to take shelter temporarily, there is a guard to protect." Li Daolin said with a very serious face.

"Could it be that the current situation is so bad that it is necessary to use force to confront it?" Fan Yize asked.

"It's stormy outside, and those Dutch East Indians who have been incited may lose their minds and rush in at any moment." Li Daolin said worriedly.

"What about the Dutch?" Fan Yize asked.

"It's those damned Dutchmen, I said that the new governor is not easy to get along with, but I didn't expect that he would do so ruthlessly, not only did he secretly incite the Dutch East Indian rebellion despite our many years of business dealings with the Dutch East India Company, but if my uncle had not always believed me, things would not have come to this point." Li Daolin said with some resentment.

"How do you know that?" Fan Yize asked curiously.

"I have long heard of the character of the new Governor Autrell, who once served in Sumatra, and during his tenure of office, he once incited the Dutch East Indies to attack the Chinese, and from this not only transferred the contradictions of the colonies from the colonizers to the race, but also used them to make money, although he did a very hidden job, how could he hide it from the people of the world." Li Daolin's fists clenched, and he let go helplessly.

"And what do you think is going on right now?" Fan Yize invited Li Daolin to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and continued to ask.

"The situation is really dangerous, if there is a chance, Fan Yize, you must leave." Li Daolin took the teacup and persuaded again.

When Fan Yize heard this, he smiled slightly, and was a little noncommittal to Li Daolin's kind persuasion.