Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1124 Greed

Counting the whole of southern Africa, perhaps only the Africans are so mediocre and not enterprising.

In southern Africa, some people tried to improve the living conditions of these Africans, but basically they ended up with nothing. The federal government sent them clothes. They were very grateful, but they never washed the clothes until they were dirty. Throw it away if you smell it.

When the federal government popularized compulsory education, it also built schools in Basutoland and Swaziland, but Africans in Basutoland and Swaziland did not send their children to school at all, and investigators came to the door Africans even hide their children when counted, insisting they don't have any at home.

In southern Africa, only Basutoland and Swaziland still need federal government funding, and other states have achieved self-sufficiency.

"Those young people seem to be strong and strong, why don't they find a job in a factory?" Guan Jing really didn't understand why Africans were so lazy.

"Why are they looking for a job? They don't need a job to fill their stomachs. As for other things, they don't care." Tata looked indifferently, looking at the wall and the row of Africans, just like It's no different from looking at a cat or a dog.

"That's because they haven't really enjoyed life—" Guan Jing thinks this is not the real reason, who doesn't want to live in a big house and drive a car.

"Maybe, if they lived in Los Angeles, maybe they would work harder, but this is Swaziland, and there are people in this tribe who work in Fawalt's factory. A few years ago, a few young people from Fawalt I came back and brought back some clothes and food, but those clothes and food were all taken away by these people, and no one came back in the past few years, and people left here every year, but there was no news of them.” Tata is an African. , I have a better understanding of the situation of these tribes. It is really impossible to explain the situation of Africans in a few words.

When I came to the chief’s house in the center of the tribe, it was just a thatched house a little bigger than other thatched houses. What impressed Guan Jing was not the chief who only had a piece of animal skin around his waist that was not much wider than his waist. Rather, a large group of wives and children of the chief.

When Guan Jing and Tata entered the door, the chief asked his wife and children to avoid them. It was really a huge crowd. Guan Jing roughly estimated that there were more than a dozen wives alone.

Tata was used to it, and when the sleepy-eyed chief sat down on a piece of animal skin, he immediately presented the gift that Guan Jing had prepared for the chief.

According to Guan Jing's standard, this gift is a bit simple, apart from two bottles of wine, there is only a large box of tobacco.

When the chief saw the tobacco, the chief immediately woke up and babbled a lot to Guan Jing, but Guan Jing didn't understand a word.

"The chief asked if you want to smoke—" Tata translated beside him. This is the main reason why Africans cannot integrate into southern Africa. Even the chief can't speak English, let alone ordinary Africans.

Guan Jing shook his head, indicating to the chief to go at his own pace.

The chief yelled at the top of his voice, and immediately two Africans rushed over from the next room, one holding a very luxuriously decorated cigarette pouch, and the other holding a box of matches.

A breathtaking smoking performance began. The chief held the pipe in his mouth, and an African quickly lit it for him, while the other half-kneeled and held his arms straight underneath. After each puff, the chief held the pipe The African lost no time in taking the cigarette pouch out of the chief's mouth, and after the chief swallowed the clouds and smoke, he quickly and accurately put the cigarette holder into the chief's mouth as respectfully as a carpenter splicing a tenon.

So seamless, it looks like it is well-trained.

From the beginning to the end, the chief always squinted his eyes, except for his mouth opening and closing and his chest rising and falling, he remained motionless like a Bodhisattva from beginning to end, and he didn't bother to lift his eyelids.

After smoking, the chief finally pulled himself together and listened to Tata explain why Guan Jing came.

After Tata finished speaking, the chief was noncommittal, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few words through his teeth.

"What Chief Dikembe means is that the compensation given by the Swaziland state government is too little. The surrounding [-] square kilometers belong to the Lumisa tribe, so [-] rand is too little, at least [-] rand is needed. Okay." Tata is not surprised, the tribes that have not moved out now, to put it bluntly, are not given enough money.

Or they think the money given is not enough.

"One thousand square kilometers? There are four other tribes around the Lumisa Tribe, and the surrounding ten square kilometers belong to the Lumisa Tribe, right? That's not true. Even if it is the surrounding ten square kilometers, Dikembe may The chief can't prove that these lands belong to the Lumisa tribe." Guan Jing was not surprised, although these Africans were not very capable, they had a lot of appetite, and the prices were more ruthless.

Once in Basutoland, a tribal chief claimed that the whole of Africa belonged to him, and asked to move to London to live, and asked the king to give him the palace.

The federal government of Southern Africa was not used to this kind of stink. That night, an unknown armed force raided the tribe. The chief of the tribe was killed in the attack, and the whole tribe disappeared overnight.

By the way, that tribe is less than 1000 people.

"Sir, don't say that, make a little concession. Our task is to send them to the Kingdom of Tanzania in a peaceful manner." Tata was helpless. These chiefs really didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was strong. The white people had enslaved them for so many years. Still haven't taught these chiefs a lesson.

This is also normal. The white people enslave the Africans living in the white-populated areas, and the tribal chiefs in the African-populated areas are basically similar to the emperors.

"Tell him that [-] rand is my bottom line." Guan Jing is not talking nonsense. In order to relocate these Africans, the federal government must not only give the chief enough benefits, but also give each African economic compensation. The total amount is a lot of money.

Tata turned around and translated Guan Jing's words to Chief Dikembe.

Chief Dikembe looked very angry and yelled at Guan Jing.

Guan Jing couldn't understand a word, so he could only wait for Tata to translate.

"The chief said at least 650 rand—" Tata looked devastated.

"Okay, then 650—" Guan Jing immediately gave in, what's the bottom line?

What Dikembe and Tata didn't know was that Guan Jing's real bottom line was 2000. As long as this tribe of 5000 people can be taken away from Swaziland, let alone 2000, 5000 is actually worth it.

The 650 rand is not given right away. Although Guan Jing doesn’t know these Africans, Tata knows them well, so Tata paid Dikembe 350 rand on the spot, and the remaining 300 rand has to wait for the tribe to migrate. Pay after arriving in the Kingdom of Mozambique.

Dikembe was very dissatisfied with Tata's payment method. After another burst of yelling, Dikembe restrained himself only when Tata showed the pistol under his shirt intentionally or unintentionally.

"Okay, the tribe will start to move tomorrow. I will go to the Kingdom of Mozambique with them. After they all enter the Kingdom of Mozambique, I will pay the remaining 300 rand to Chief Dikembe." You don't have to worry about the relocation. Christian Human Resources will send these Africans to the nearest seaside first, and then send them to the Kingdom of Mozambique by boat.

"Hurry up, we still have work to do." Guan Jing handed over the rest to Tata. This was not the first time, Guan Jing was very relieved of Tata.

Early the next morning, Tata came to the Lumisa tribe again in a carriage and urged Chief Dikembe to leave immediately.

The Lumisa tribe packed their luggage overnight last night. After a simple breakfast, they immediately left the tribe and set off for the beach.

Tata gestured to several mercenaries under his hand. Two hours later, the Lumisa tribe was burned to ruins.

But this has nothing to do with the Lumisa tribe. Dikembe sat in Tata's carriage and begged for his 300 rand all the way.

"Don't worry, when your people get on the boat, I won't give you a penny." Tata didn't pay in advance to avoid Dikembe's repentance. It's not unheard of for such a thing to happen.

Of course, the chief who repented afterwards also died on the street. If you want to play tricks on Christian Human Resources, you must think clearly, the consequences will be very serious.

When I came to a fishing village by the sea, two immigrant boats were parked in the sea not far from the fishing village. The simple wharf of the fishing village could not accommodate the immigrant boats.

Several fishing boats shuttle back and forth, and the efficiency is quite high. One boat can send about 50 people away, and it takes about ten minutes to make a round trip.

But what Dikembe couldn't figure out was that these fishing boats pick up people not by family, but by gender and age. This boat picks up all young women, while the other boat picks up all young men. One boat is full of children, and the next boat is full of old people.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this is for the convenience of management. You will all disembark at the same place, so you don't have to worry about anything." Tata reassured Dikembe, someone next to him had already arranged the food and wine, and Tata and Dikembe waited while eating .

After three rounds of food and five flavors of wine, there are fewer and fewer Lumisas on the beach. Seeing the Lumisas on the last fishing boat also board the immigration boat, Dikembe, who is half drunk, is bleary-eyed.

"Can I give the 300 rand now?" Dikembe didn't forget to ask for the money.

"Yes, yes—" Tata smiled and nodded.

A mercenary next to him unfolded the rope in his hand and put it directly around Dikembe's neck.

Dikembe blushed and struggled vigorously.

Tata moved the table aside directly to avoid being kicked down by Dikembe.

In just a few tens of seconds, Dikembe no longer struggled, slumped on the chair like a lump of mud, and his pupils began to dilate.

Tata casually took out the 350 rand paid to Dikembe from Dikembe's pocket and walked away without looking at Dikembe.

The immigrant ship in the distance had already started slowly, and there was no intention of waiting for Dikembe at all.

(End of this chapter)