Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1404 Do you still remember Freiburg

The Anglo-American judicial system can be summed up in one sentence: talk about people but not people.

A group of so-called high society with nobility as the core sat together to discuss something, and you can figure out which group it serves with your toes, so guess whose private property this "private property is sacred and inviolable" refers to?
Since the southern African legal system was born out of the United Kingdom, it naturally falls under the category of the Anglo-American legal system. There is no need to doubt this.

"Maxwell, your farm should have at least 25 rand income last year, so what's the matter with paying [-] rand for taxes? When Su Kai goes to collect taxes, I will go with him, and I will bring mine. Shotgun!" Boss Song has become accustomed to the lifestyle of southern Africans, and if Maxwell dared to let the dog go, Boss Song dared to shoot.

"How could you do this? We elected you as the mayor, don't we want you to protect our interests?" Maxwell looked shocked. This is how people can bend and stretch their heads. When they should bow their heads, they bow their heads.

"That's right, I want to protect the interests of all the people in Yinshan Town, but when your opinion conflicts with others, I will protect the interests of the majority." Take the stick of democracy.

Maxwell finally shut up. Only the Maxwell family in Yinshan Town is white, and the others are all Chinese. Even if Maxwell wants to make trouble, he can't do it alone.

The next day, Yinshan Town held a meeting of all the townspeople. Su Kai explained the new tax law at the meeting, hoping that the townspeople could understand the purpose of the implementation of the new tax law.

"The fundamental purpose of increasing taxes on farms at all levels of the federal government is to provide better services for the farms—we all know that the federal governments at all levels have exhausted various methods to increase farm income over the years, and we have also enjoyed the benefits of technology. The various benefits brought by progress, now is the time for us to repay the federal government-the news from my side, after increasing taxes, the state government will set up a special agricultural science and technology department to guide us to better manage the farms. Kus, you should have a deep understanding of this—" Su Kai called the name directly, Marcus' surname was Ma, and he didn't have a name at first, but everyone called him Ma Er Er. This name was ambiguous, so Ma Er Er gave himself a name. The new name is Marcus.

Before Marcus came to southern Africa, he had been working as a long-term laborer for landlords, taking care of one or two acres of land and earning a living. He had no experience in running a farm at all, let alone using agricultural machinery. The experience he had accumulated before was due to the fact that people in southern Africa The climate is very different from East Asia, and most of the time it is not useful.

After the Marcus family came to southern Africa, they contracted [-] acres of land from Nyasaland Agricultural Company. Under the guidance of experts from Nyasaland Agricultural Company, they managed the farm modernly and scientifically, and achieved very good results.

Last year, Marcus's farm income exceeded five hundred rand.

"Mr. Su, should the taxes we pay be handed over to the state government or to the lord?" Marcus also had doubts.

"Basically there is no difference. We all know that Nyasaland is the Lord's fiefdom, so our Governor—strictly speaking, the Lord's Minister of the Territory, in our words, is probably the Chief of the Household Department—" Su Kai used an inappropriate metaphor, but it is more appropriate to use the "state phase" as a metaphor.

"Then it's no problem, don't say ten rands, one hundred rands should be!" Marcus's gratitude to Roque came from the bottom of his heart. Strictly speaking, the 20.00% tax is actually not much.

Many people don't have much idea about agricultural tax. The "30.00th tax one" and "50.00th tax one" mentioned in the history books are just an example. Under normal circumstances, it is not surprising that [-]% or even [-]% is not surprising. In the future, it is just a joke. Commonplace in the early twentieth century.

Marcus is from Rehe Province. Tang Yulin, the former chairman of Rehe Province, collected taxes until 30 in the 1972s. That is the real desperation for the people.

"One hundred rand, that's crazy. Is anyone really willing to take out one hundred rand?" A questioning voice came from the corner of the venue. No need to look, it must be Maxwell.

"Hehe, Maxwell, there is no doubt. During the World War, Marcus donated more than one hundred rand to the expeditionary force." Su Kai sighed faintly. Belly, not necessarily white skin and a white conscience, some people have a dark heart.

"I also donated money during the World War—" Maxwell didn't dwell on this topic, he only donated ten rand during the World War: "—that was a one-off after all, and the World War would not be repeated every year. You have to pay the tax every year."

"Don't be so nonchalant, I'll pay one hundred rands now, and one hundred rands every year in the future." Marcus, a person who paid taxes until 1972, is all drizzle.

"Who knows if you're in collusion with someone—" Maxwell had plenty of excuses.

"Fuck you, I'm going to beat you to death—" Marcus was extremely angry, and he had to use his old punches to deal with this kind of person.

"Old Ma, don't be impulsive, don't be as knowledgeable as him." Someone calmed down immediately.

"Maxwell, shut up, don't say a few words, no one will think you are dumb—"

"Isn't it a matter of course to plant the land and pay the grain—"

"Non-my family, its heart must be different--"

Maxwell's words have caused public outrage. It is fair to say that even if taxes are increased in southern Africa, the tax rates are actually not high.

"Shut up--Maxwell, if you dare to gossip again, I'll drive you out of Yinshan Town." Boss Song has a bad temper, and he doesn't need to be polite when dealing with people like Maxwell.

"You don't have this power." Maxwell's face was pale, and his voice was almost inaudible.

"I have! And it's the power given to me by the federal governments at all levels and all the residents of Yinshan Town." Boss Song made a final decision. The current southern Africa is no longer a southern Africa where white people are superior.

The same scene has been happening all over Nyasaland in the past few days, but generally speaking, it has not caused much controversy and is within the controllable and acceptable range.

But outside of Nyasaland, the impact of the new tax law has been less peaceful.

In Blandford, Orange, a group of Boer farmers rode horses, led dogs and carried shotguns. They were confronting the tax collector sent by the Orange State government.

"We are determined not to allow the implementation of the new tax law. This is a plunder against us Boers. We must not only protest, but also go to Pretoria to find out that Congressman named Douglas and ask him to make such a statement. Proposal, what is the intention of—" A middle-aged strong man wearing a crooked hat and full of beard raised his arms and shouted, every word would be greeted with cheers from the surrounding Bull farmers.

Douglas is the member of Congress who proposed this bill. With the announcement of the new tax law, Douglas has become the public enemy of farmers in southern Africa. Even those farmers who support the federal government most hate Congressman Douglas.

After all, the new tax law is directly out of the pockets of the farmers, and the farmers would be damned if they had no problem with Douglas.

"Yes, we resolutely protest!"

"Let the adults of Pretoria hear us!"

"Kill Douglas—"

The Boer farmers around echoed it. Compared with the Chinese farms, the farms run by the Boers still continued the previous way of operation, and the life of the farmers was not well-off.

In this case, increasing the tax on the farm, the attitude of the farmers can be imagined.

"Gentlemen, calm down. Violence cannot solve the problem. I can understand your feelings, but please also understand the difficulties of governments at all levels of the federal government—" the tax officer Brant tried his best to dissuade, and the federal government is now waiting for someone to jump. If they come out to oppose the new tax law, the farmers of Burnong will probably be horrified by the federal government if they do so.

"Shut up, Brant, you are an accomplice of the federal government—"

"hetui—also an accomplice, it's more appropriate to describe it as a dog's leg.

"Get off Brant, we don't want to see you—

The farmers were very excited, and they were even more excited when they saw Brant.

"Bobby, say something, and do your duty—" Brant hoped that Bobby would take care of the overall situation.

Bobby is the richest businessman in Brandford and the mayor of Brandford.

In Orange, there were fewer and fewer Boers qualified to serve as officials. In many places, the town mayor doubled as tax collector and sheriff. The same was true for Poppy.

"Brant, you have seen that this is the collective request of our Boers. The federal government should respect the choice of our Boers—" Bobby obviously did not intend to interfere, and his words also aroused cheers from the Boer farmers .

"Bobby, the federal government is not targeting the Boers. Cape, Transvaal, and Nyasaland are all the same. All farmers have to pay taxes." Brandt's voice became lower and lower, and he was Gradually fell into despair.

But Brandt did not expect that his mention of Transvaal and Nyasaland not only did not calm down the farmers, but made them even more excited.

"The Transvaals are traitors to the Boers—"

"Let the Nyasarans die—"

"The Boers are never slaves—"

Huh, something strange seems to have been mixed in——

Well, it doesn't matter.

Just as the Boolean farmers were excited, a car slowly approached in the distance.

The farmers immediately stood ready, and someone secretly clenched their weapons.

The car was stable next to the Boer, and a gray-haired old Boer got out of the car.

"It's La Porte Sibeck—" someone exclaimed in a low voice. La Porte Sibeck was a member of Congress from Orange and had great prestige among the Boers. Louis Botha was dead, and Jan Smolts During the years when he was away from England, Laporte Seebeck was the spiritual pillar of the Boers.

"Sir, are you here to support us?" Someone asked loudly, obviously looking forward to Laporte Seebeck.

"Gentlemen, calm down, do you still remember Freiburg?" With a single sentence from Laporte Seebeck, all Boer farmers shut up.

(End of this chapter)