Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1501 Wasting Time
In the early morning, Mason, who lives on Bayswater Street, left home to go to work at the company five blocks away.

Mason lives in a room on the second floor of a three-story garden house. The annual rent for such a house exceeds one hundred pounds. With Mason's salary, he cannot afford to live there. Fortunately, the house Mason lives in is owned by the company, and the company takes The house is leased to Mason as a staff dormitory, and Mason only needs to pay five shillings a month.

If you take an electric car from Mason's home to the company, it costs five pence one way, but if you buy a monthly pass, it only costs 1 pound and 5 shillings per month. If you calculate 30 days per month, you need to ride twice a day. It's [-]% off.

Aunt Miranda in the convenience store on the street is always kind. When passing by the convenience store, Mason bought a breakfast for 5 pence. The breakfast included a piece of bread, a glass of milk, and an egg. Such a breakfast was enough for Mason. A morning's body needs.

"Don't forget to vote for Mason, you have lived here for more than half a year, I remember, you are a good guy, remember to vote for Mr. Felton, he is a good person who really thinks about us—" Milan Da is a loyal supporter of Labor candidate Felton.

"Okay Miranda, I remember—" Mason responded with a smile, so he wouldn't vote for that hypocrite Felton.

The 1832 election law in the United Kingdom lowered the standards of voters, and low-income people began to be eligible to cast their own sacred votes.

In 1885, the United Kingdom revised the election law, changing the election system based on counties and cities, stipulating that every 5 to 8 people can produce one member of parliament, so that a big city like London can produce more members. greater voice.

There are three candidates in Mason's election, Felton of the Labor Party, Hodgson of the Conservative Party, and Thomas of the Liberal Party.

Felton is a businessman who runs a porcelain shop. He was a member of the Liberal Party before. After the rise of the Labor Party, he left the Liberal Party to join the Labor Party and became the candidate selected by Mason.

Hodgson is a veteran member of the House of Commons. He was born in a dilapidated aristocratic family. During his 20 years as a member of the House of Commons, he worked hard and did not do a good job, but he did not make too many mistakes. He is a mediocre and close-to-people person.

Thomas has a special background. He was a soldier who participated in the World War. He retired after the World War. He has been speaking out for veterans and has a good reputation among military families.

Compared with the hypocrite Felton and the veteran Thomas, Mason still wants to vote for Hodgson. Felton is the first object to be excluded, and Mason does not believe that Thomas will sincerely protect Mason's interests.

He can't even protect the interests of veterans.

"Gentlemen, please vote for our Mr. Felton, he will sincerely serve us ordinary people, the Labor Party is the political party of our ordinary people, representing the interests of our ordinary people—"

"Don't believe the incitement of the Labor Party. If the Labor Party comes to power, it will turn our glorious and great British Empire into a Russian-style country. This is something we will never tolerate. Vote for our Hodgson MP. He has experience and ability. , is a qualified MP—”

"Support Thomas, he is our best choice—"

Several propagandists on the side of the street are doing their best to promote it hoarsely, and their words are clearly targeted. If it weren't for the figures of two police officers not far away, they might have already fought.

Seeing Mason in suits and ties, several propagandists became excited. Although Britain has lowered the voting standards, not everyone is eligible to vote. Mason in suits and ties clearly meets the standards of voters. He is the propagandist. real target.

"Sir, please vote for Mr. Felton—"

"No, no, sir, Mr. Thomas is the most suitable candidate—"

"Sir, you must support the Conservative Party, only the Conservative Party can better safeguard the interests of the British Empire—"

Before Mason finished eating the bread, several propagandists surrounded him one after another. The one from the Labor Party even put a scarf embroidered with the slogan of the Labor Party around Mason's neck.

Wow, there are even free scarves, and they are so easy to give away. Doesn't it mean that the Labor Party is very poor.

"Mason, good boy, vote for Mr. Felton—" Aunt Miranda's encouraging voice came from behind, and Mason didn't forget to wave his hand in response.

"Okay gentlemen, can you let me go, I'm going to work now—" Mason was pitiful, at this time the tram arrived in time, and Mason jumped on the car with a brisk walk.

"Remember to vote for Mr. Felton—" the propagandist of the Labor Party followed the tram for two steps. He paid the most, and a scarf cost several shillings no matter what.

"It's crazy——" Mason took off the scarf, thought about it and put it around his neck again.

"Support Labor MP?" A middle-aged man next to him greeted Mason.

"Sorry, I haven't figured it out yet—" Mason was very clever, and said an answer that no one would offend.

"It's best not to do that, the Labor Party will ruin our country—" the middle-aged man said decisively, probably like someone else, he was also a staunch anti-Nasha activist.

"Nonsense, the Labor Party is the hope of this country—" Someone next to him immediately retorted.

"Is the Labor Party really the workers' party? Don't be kidding me!" the middle-aged man said.

"The Conservative Party and the Liberal Party are not the same. They have never fulfilled their promises during the election—" More and more people participated in the discussion, and the atmosphere gradually became tense.

Mason stood at the entrance of the tram with a helpless expression on his face. People during the general election are like this. They are all nervous than the candidates. They don't know where such enthusiasm comes from. If they use this enthusiasm in their work, It is estimated that there is no need to squeeze the tram to work every day.

Ah, no, if they put this enthusiasm into work, they probably wouldn't have to go to work.

Fortunately, the company was not too far away. Mason couldn't stand the quarrel in the carriage and got off a block earlier.

After jumping off the tram, Mason looked back and saw that pushing and shoving had already started in the tram, and it was estimated that there would be a big fight after a while.

This has nothing to do with Mason. Mason threw the wrapping paper into the trash can on the street and trotted all the way to the company.

"Good morning, Mason—" the company's front desk looked at Mason with a little surprise.

Mason is still wearing a Labor Party scarf, and the boss of Mason's company is a loyal supporter of the Conservative Party.

What about representing the interests of nobles and landlords?

"Good morning Lisa, you are so beautiful today—" Mason pulled off the scarf and threw it into the trash can next to the front desk after thinking about it. The boss probably didn't want to see anything related to the Labor Party in the company.

Walking into the office, Mason's colleagues were also discussing enthusiastically.

"People are crazy. I received several pamphlets within a short distance from my house. If they put their enthusiasm into running the country, we will definitely defeat the Germans with little effort—" the little one from Italy Tony had a queer voice, and the November elections had nothing to do with him, but that's the way Italians are, they're passionate about everything.

It’s only about enthusiasm. The Italians are the best at talking. They are giants in language and short in action. The Germans are usually vulnerable to them. In fact, on the battlefield, the 12 battles of the Isonzo River are the best note.

"The Conservative Party and the Liberal Party are going to be miserable this time. The Labor Party is coming aggressively, and they will not give up until they achieve their goals—" Some old-fashioned and serious people expressed concern about the prospects of the Conservative Party and the Liberal Party. Not many.

Mason's company is a trading company engaged in import and export commodity agency business. The main business item is to import motorcycles from southern Africa and sell them locally in the UK.

Motorcycles in Southern Africa are known for their excellent performance. More than 90.00% of the motorcycles sold in the UK are produced in Southern Africa.

Mason's company used to be a motorcycle manufacturer. Unfortunately, in the competition with southern African motorcycles, Mason's company failed completely, so the company owner simply became the agent of Johannesburg Motorcycle Company.

Even the boss of Mason's company didn't expect that selling motorcycles in southern Africa as an agent is actually more profitable than producing motorcycles by himself, and there are fewer troubles, and there is no need to worry about design and production. Mason's company's treatment is still good. All have improved, with an average annual increase of about [-]%.

"This cannot be blamed on others. It is precisely because the Conservative Party and the Liberal Party have not performed well enough that the Labor Party has been given a chance to perform." The company executive, Murray, leaned on his desk with a cup of coffee in his arms. The party crest, in fact, Mason knew, Murray had broken away from the Conservative Party to become a member of the Labor Party.

The boss doesn't even know about this.

"Mason, who are you going to vote for?" Murray greeted Mason cheerfully, and it was not easy to answer this question.

"Of course I look up to the boss. Whoever the boss votes for, I will vote for—" Mason blinked his big innocent eyes, looking innocent.

"Hahaha, you cunning guy—"

"Make up your own mind, lad—"

"Wow, are all southern Africans this smart?"

A group of people burst into laughter. Mason's answer was not the best, but it was the most appropriate.

At this time, the boss strode into the office with a gloomy face, and a group of people who were laughing just now dispersed immediately.

The boss walked into his office without saying a word.

"Mason, do you want to ask the boss who he voted for?" George, who was sitting next to Mason, sneaked around, not noticing that it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

It was already nine o'clock, but he hadn't done anything in the morning. Mason finally knew why southern Africa didn't hold elections. It was such a waste of time.

(End of this chapter)