Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1813

When David came to Sloane Street to pay his salary in the evening, the protesting crowd in front of the embassy had changed.

Daniel didn't know David, but Daniel kept Charlie behind, so as soon as David appeared, he was controlled by Daniel's younger brother and brought directly to Daniel.

"David, hello, nice to meet you—" Daniel acted like a veteran aristocrat who had just finished a meeting in the House of Lords, and his handsome appearance was indeed very bluffing.

David didn't speak. He was about 30 years old, with a thin body, messy hair, and serious eye circles. He looked like he was seriously deprived of sleep.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Daniel. No one in East London does not know me. I heard that you are a generous man. If you have any business, you can find me. I will definitely satisfy you." Daniel didn't know where to get it He sat on a carved lounge chair, with a cigar in his hand, and black tea and snacks on the coffee table beside him, a standard English afternoon tea.

"Now this land is under my control. It doesn't matter if you are unhappy, you can't change anything anyway, so why don't you sit down and have a chat, maybe we can find business opportunities—" Daniel didn't care about David's attitude, just Like a cat playing with a mouse.

Once you've had enough fun, you can have dinner.

While Daniel was teasing David, Daniel's younger brother was looking through the food that David brought.

"Let me see what's there - black bread, fried fish, you've worked so hard, and that guy let you eat this?" A young man named Sara picked and picked a large piece of black The bread was dismissively thrown to the ground.

Charlie, who was covered in bruises, squatted beside him dejectedly, saying that he would not slap someone in the face if he agreed to hit someone, it was unreasonable for these people.

"Wow, what is this? It looks so high-end—" Sara picked up a box of cans and was amazed. There were labels on the cans, but Sara couldn't read them, let alone understand what they meant.

"You're so uneducated, Blackbean, this is caviar, a high-end product!" A guy named Cooper next to him mocked unscrupulously. It seemed that this guy had studied for a few days and knew at least the English alphabet.

Of course, they know each other separately, but it’s okay to put them together. It’s also a talent to be able to treat black beans as caviar.

It can't be all blamed on Cooper, after all, the picture of black beans on the can really looks similar to caviar.

"Open it and try it, I haven't eaten caviar yet—" Sara was impatient, caviar from southern Africa is worth looking forward to.

Cooper couldn't find the opener, and he didn't open it after holding it for a long time. He just took out a dagger from his pocket and pried it open, and then the two of them were very embarrassed.

Never had caviar, always had black beans.

"Cough, cough, cough—" Charlie probably wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare, so he forcibly suppressed it, and then became a muffled cough.

Sara and Cooper, who were in a bad mood, looked at each other.

The two threw away the cans of black beans in their hands, and rushed over, punching and kicking.

"Who told you to squat—"

"Who made you cough—"

This reason is comparable to why you don't wear a hat.

While Charlie was being beaten, Daniel finally lost his patience.

"Five shillings a day is too little. Don't you know that the pound has depreciated? It takes at least one pound a day. We are worth more than those poor ghosts." Daniel must want to wear Wipe it clean.

"Okay, then one pound a day, tomorrow is still this time, and I will send the money." David looked very honest.

Daniel just laughed, and send it tomorrow?
Think beautifully.

So Daniel and his gang took David into a truck and headed straight to Hampstead.

Hampstead can be regarded as a wealthy area in London. The rent here is very expensive, at least Charlie can't afford it.

David rents an apartment with a kitchen and a bathroom. The house is small, but it is well-equipped. David lives alone without any family members.

"Wow, your house is really nice, how much is it?" Daniel joked casually when he entered David's room.

"72 pounds——" David was depressed, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth. Just now, David wanted to jump out of the car and run away, but he couldn't escape, and then he was severely beaten.

"One month? Then you are really rich—" Daniel was stunned, the rent is really expensive.

David didn't talk, god damn it, 72 pounds a month, a year.

Sara and Cooper searched the room as soon as they entered without Daniel's intervention.

This house is the type of move-in with bags. David has very few personal belongings, a few changes of clothes, unfinished restaurant takeaways, and a book on the dining table.

Daniel picked it up and turned it over, then dropped it.

can't read.

"Head, we found this—" Sara happily brought out a safe from David's bedroom.

"Oh, oh, what shady secret do you have that needs to be protected with a safe?" Daniel was very interested.

David's face was ashen, and he didn't say a word.

Daniel is not angry, and he doesn't need David to give the password or anything. Daniel has a lot of guys who slip through the door and pick the lock.

Sarah is a master at all things, and the simple password arrangement can be heard by the sound. When the safe is opened, there is an envelope full of pounds and several money orders that have not been withdrawn in time.

Just as Sarah was about to open the remittance slip to have a look, she was stopped directly by Daniel.

"Boy, the first rule of life-saving, don't look at things you shouldn't look at—" Daniel said cautiously, regardless of his rudeness, "—put things back, lock the safe, and don't even know how to die. "

Sarah looked at the bulging envelope rather reluctantly. It seemed that the thickness was at least several hundred pounds.

But reason eventually prevailed over greed, and the safe and other belongings of David were packed into a large box, and then sent to a house on Dean Street with David wearing a hood.

This house is also Rock's property. Dean Street is a poor area in London, and housing prices are more than one level cheaper than Sloane Street.

David, who was covered in a hood, was led into the basement, and it took about two hours for someone to enter the room.

After the hood was taken off, the person sitting opposite David had been replaced by Chen Ming.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Chen Ming, the second secretary of the Southern African Embassy in the UK, you can also call me Bright, do you know what it means, Guangming—" Chen Ming regarded David as the ignorant Daniel up.

David's face was full of despair. Chen Ming would definitely not let David leave alive by revealing his identity so bluntly.

"Don't be nervous, as long as you cooperate with me, I can guarantee your safety, give you a sum of money, and arrange for you to go wherever you want. If you don't cooperate, you will know the consequences." Chen Ming didn't talk about tactics, Come up and be bold.

The corner of David's mouth twitched, and he didn't intend to give in immediately.

Chen Ming opened the document bag in front of him. Inside were envelopes and those money transfer slips.

"I know you don't want to talk about it, but it's okay. I won't ask about the origin of the money. Do you want to explain these remittance slips?" Chen Ming opened the remittance slip. When he saw the numbers on it, Chen Ming couldn't help but feel relieved. He whistled lightly.

It seems that the amount is not small.

"I'm a book businessman, and this is a normal business transaction." David finally spoke.

"Then your business is still relatively large, and the Rockefeller Foundation can buy your books, and you can order them once a month. Two months ago, it was only 50 pounds a month, and it suddenly rose to 1000 pounds in these two months. I can’t talk about how you did it, the people you hired did not spend more than 20 pounds a day, so how did you spend the 1000 pounds?” Chen Ming was amazed, the Secretary of the British Treasury for one year The salary is only £1000.

So the Rockefeller Foundation gave David a lot of overweight.

David bowed his head slumped. He thought that the deal with the Rockefeller Foundation was very hidden, but in front of a professional like Chen Ming, these were all tricks.

"What is your purpose, who contacted you, and do you have any companions?" Chen Ming raised a finger with a cold expression: "From now on, as long as you lie to me once, I will arbitrarily kill you from your body." Take something off the site, trust me, my technique is good."

David was utterly hopeless.

An hour later, Chen Ming returned to the embassy by car, and left the envelope to Daniel as a reward for Daniel.

Look at other people's work, you don't have to spend your own money, you can still earn money.

Back at the embassy, ​​Francois was still up.

"The evidence is solid. Those people were ordered by the Americans to destroy the relationship between southern Africa and the United Kingdom." Chen Ming is in high spirits, and young people are good.

"Does the relationship between us and the United Kingdom still need to be damaged—" Francois sighed, it is really hard work for the Americans.

"I'm going to write the report and send it back to Pretoria tomorrow, don't want to sleep tonight—" Chen Ming wasn't tired at all.

"How did David deal with it?" Francois didn't want to leave hidden dangers.

"It's over." Chen Ming looked pure.

Francois nodded and asked no more.

In this matter, Francois still trusted Chen Ming.

After daybreak, Metropolitan police chief Brian Jones appeared at the gate of the embassy.

Opposite the embassy, ​​a group of people were protesting feebly. Sarah, a shameless person, even tied a cloth strip on her forehead, with a few words crookedly written on it, the kind that couldn't be spelled without looking carefully.

These people are still shouting slogans, but the slogans obviously have nothing to do with southern Africa.

"We want to eat!"

"We're going to work!"

"We want to live!"

At the entrance of the Cadogan Concert Hall, there were a few guys who looked like reporters taking pictures.

With a dark face, Brian Jones raised his finger, and immediately a policeman rushed over, holding a baton and beating him.

Sara's group dispersed immediately, homemade placards and leftover food packaging boxes were thrown all over the floor, and there were some things that could not be described in detail in the tree pit next to them, otherwise they would affect their appetite.

Brian Jones kicks a homemade placard away.

Then Brian Jones saw it, and the placard read: Long live the United Kingdom!
(End of this chapter)