Chapter 333: If you do something, you have to publicize it to the whole world, otherwise who would know it was me who did it?!

Suriname had been under Dutch rule for over four hundred years, so most people still spoke Dutch, and even foreigners would know a few phrases.

In the largest farmers' market in the capital, Paramaribo.

A group of Chinese descendants in their forties, carrying messenger bags, were vigorously shouting, using dialect or Dutch to attract customers.

Two white men entered a shop that bore the sign, "Chen Family's Grain and Oil Shop." The boss inside, wearing glasses, was busy with an abacus. Seeing the newcomers, he promptly stood up, a smile on his face, holding a book with some orders written in Chinese, and with a twist of his foot, he began to read out, "Hi, Chino-Spanish."

"Mr. Santos, good morning."

These two were in charge of procuring for the Spanish Fleet. They didn't wear military uniforms for fear of being beaten, as their relations with the local Chinese weren't the best, but as to why they insisted on buying from the Chinese...