Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 134 Iceberg Beauty

Including Buck, there are a total of six people in the Liangguang Guild Hall.

There are three members of Buck's family, a Boer woman with a child that Buck took in, and a Chinese who was disabled by injuries and was ruthlessly abandoned by the mine owner.

The moment he saw the Liangguang Guild Hall, to be honest, Rock was a little disappointed in his heart.

Different from the magnificent guild halls that appeared in film and television works, Barker's Liangguang guild hall is a very ordinary house on the street, without overhanging eaves, flying arches, carved beams and painted buildings, and even the signboard is just a simple wooden signboard.

Although the signboard is a bit rudimentary, it hangs neatly at the door, square and upright, horizontal and vertical.

Rock jumped off the horse, and offered his hand to Buck, who was a little cautious: "Hello, my name is Rock."

Buck didn't know where to put his nervous hands, the hand holding the handle of the gun was sweating profusely, and he wiped it on his clothes carelessly, Buck stretched out his hand and shook it with Rock: "Hello, my name is Buck. "

Different surnames, but the same first name, so it counts—it was one family 250 years ago?

On the streets of foreign countries, when two Chinese meet, a cup of tea is indispensable.

Of course, Buck here also has tea, and it is originally from the Qing Dynasty, not the kind of Indian black tea that the British often drink.

"It really makes you laugh. The humble house is poor and the hospitality is not good. I hope the inspector won't be offended." Buck was polite, but Rock almost lost his composure.

I am really used to listening to English, a simple greeting, but it is Rock's long-lost local accent.

"You can just call me Roque. I never thought that there would be a guild hall in Johannesburg—" Roque really didn't expect that Roque thought that there were only a few hundred Chinese in the entire Cape.

When mentioning the guild hall, Buck immediately opened up the chatterbox.

"—Those mine owners don't regard us Chinese as human beings at all. They deceive us Chinese to Johannesburg, saying that each person is ten dollars a month, but they set up a clever trick to withhold the wages and rations of the Chinese workers at will. The Chinese workers have to work every day. More than 10 hours, 6 days a week, but the salary is extremely low. They only receive a set of clothes and a rationed meal. Flogging, fasting, extended working hours, and increased tasks are all they can do. There were more than 1500 Chinese in Johannesburg last year, but now there are less than [-] left. Except for those who fled Johannesburg due to the war, most of them are tired Die—" The situation Buck described was shocking, if it was true what Buck said, then in Johannesburg, the status of the Chinese laborers was even worse than that of the Zulus.

"What's the matter with 'cheat'?" Rock's focus was still keen.

"It is said to be 'cheating', but it is actually 'buying'. There are more and more gold mines in Johannesburg, and the number of miners is seriously insufficient. In the past, the Transvaal Republic stipulated that the daily salary of a Boer hired by a mine should not be less than 3 If you hire a Zulu man for 6 pence, the daily salary can’t be less than 2 shillings, so those mine owners put their wrong ideas on us Chinese. I know a guy who works in the Kailuan Coal Mine in the Qing Dynasty. He's the one who sold the Kailuan Coal Mine workers to Johannesburg—" Buck gritted his teeth.

"People from the Qing Dynasty?" Rock was not surprised. The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds. There should not be too many snakeheads and human traffickers. They have not disappeared in the 21st century.

"American!" Buck's answer was unexpected.

"American?" Rock was surprised. What's the matter with America?

"Yes, it's an American, Herbert Clark Hoover, about 20 years old, the general manager of Kailuan Coal Mine—" Buck's voice was not loud, but there were ten thousand mud horses galloping past in Rock's heart.

Who was Herbert Clark Hoover?

The 31st President of the United States!

Calculating the time, Hoover at this time probably had just graduated from college, and unexpectedly he had already served as the general manager of Kailuan Coal Mine. What was even more unexpected was that Hoover was actually a notorious human trafficker——

He is also a human trafficker who specializes in selling Chinese laborers.

What the hell, holding a Chinese rice bowl——

It is not right to say that, Hoover served the bowl of the Qing Dynasty, and Rock never thought that the Qing Dynasty could represent the Chinese.

"Where is Hoover now?" Rock asked without much hope.

"It's in Johannesburg!" Buck's answer made Rock very excited. If Hoover was in the Qing Dynasty, Buck would have nothing to do with Hoover. Restarting requires a large number of workers, and Hoover is here to negotiate business with these mine owners—"

"Do you know where Hoover lives?" As long as he can find someone, Rock has plenty of solutions.

"It's at the Golden Mountain Hotel—"

Rock is like a thunderbolt, Jinshan Hotel is the hotel where Rock lives.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

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The sun had risen as high as two treetops, and Phyllis, who was so excited yesterday, had just woken up.

After groping and washing with her eyes closed, Phyllis spent half an hour dressing up before knocking on Rock's door refreshed.

"The inspector went out in the morning. Miss Phyllis, you'd better stay in the hotel. If you want to go out, remember to call me with you." Rock didn't forget Phyllis, and left the commandos in the hotel.

"Okay, I'll wait for Locke to come back." Phyllis suddenly lost interest, and her eyebrows drooped to [-]:[-].

Rock was not there, and Phyllis wandered aimlessly into the restaurant, ready to eat something casually.

It was almost noon, and there were still quite a few people in the restaurant. Some were dining, some were chatting, most of them were men, and only a few Aunt Bull was serving staff. Phyllis had just appeared and immediately became everyone's favorite. Sight focus.

Well, beautiful women are the focus of attention no matter where they go.

"A cup of tea, and a pair of matcha biscuits." Phyllis didn't want to eat too much, and wanted to save her stomach to eat together when Rock came back.

After ordering, Phyllis fiddled with a gold coin with a face value of one pound, which was the one used by Roque for magic.

Thinking of Magician Locke, Phyllis couldn't help but smile.

This is even more attractive.

"Excuse me, can I sit down?" Immediately, a guy who felt good about himself appeared.

"No, I'm waiting for someone." Phyllis still had a smile on her lips, so even if she refused, it didn't have much power.

"Are you waiting for me?" The guy who feels good about himself feels his blood is boiling. It's really rare to see a beauty of Phyllis' level, especially in Johannesburg.

"Don't be sentimental, no one is waiting for you." Phyllis' eyes turned cold immediately, even if her palm-sized face was as cold as ice, it still couldn't dispel the enthusiasm of some guys.

Oh iceberg beauty——

　It's a new week, it's really unreasonable not to ask for some recommendation tickets, come on, come on, the next plot brothers are in charge, the more votes, the more unlucky the guy who feels good about himself——

　　

(End of this chapter)