Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 959 The Lost Marquis Heir

When it snows heavily on the Anatolian Plateau, Port Elizabeth, 1500 kilometers away, is as warm as spring.

The winter in Port Elizabeth is very short, only one or two months a year, and the minimum temperature is rarely below zero.

After the outbreak of the World War, Port Elizabeth became the logistics supply base of the Southern African Expeditionary Force and the Najd Sultanate Allied Forces. The city became larger and the market became more prosperous. Before the outbreak of the World War, the resident population of Port Elizabeth was less than [-]. Now It has exceeded [-], and at least half of the new population is Ottomans who took refuge in Port Elizabeth after the outbreak of the World War.

It looks amazing, right? During the World War, the Ottoman Empire and Port Elizabeth belonged to different camps, but the Ottomans chose Port Elizabeth as a place of refuge. The Ottomans who came to Port Elizabeth were either penniless civilians or Wealthy rich people live in concentration camps, and they have to exchange their labor for the right to take refuge in Port Elizabeth. The rich can buy houses at high prices in the city, but at the same time they have to pay a war tax equivalent to 50.00% of the house price.

In the current Port Elizabeth, a high-end residential area near the sea, the most expensive marble building can be sold for [-] pounds, which is more expensive than the house price in London.

Even so, the supply of houses in Port Elizabeth is still in short supply, and many people have to live in the Rhodesia Hotel. The monthly rent for a standard two-bed room is [-] pounds, and the price of a suite is double that.

The prosperous real estate industry has spawned a large number of real estate agencies, and many of the employees are graduates of famous universities. Yilmaz is like this. He was born in a landlord family in the Ottoman Empire. He studied at the University of Paris in France as an adult. After the war broke out, Yilmaz He came to Port Elizabeth and worked in a housing agency. His boss was a Chinese mercenary from an umbrella company.

At the University of Paris, Yilmaz studied architecture and has a good understanding of various styles of modern architecture. For the same building, other intermediaries can only read the information from the book when introducing the same building to customers. Whether it can be sold or not depends on the pearl. According to the will, Yilmaz can use his professional knowledge to give a more detailed introduction, clearly introducing the advantages and disadvantages of the house, so that customers can better understand the house, so the probability of a deal will naturally be greatly increased.

Now Yilmaz is the gold medal intermediary of the agency, and he is only responsible for receiving high-end customers. Yilmaz’s daily work is not only to show customers the house, but also to help those dignitaries who have just arrived in Port Elizabeth to solve the problem of basic necessities of life All questions and more.

As the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force invaded the Asia Minor peninsula, more and more high-ranking monks and nobles came to take refuge in Port Elizabeth during this period. Yilmaz is going to receive the heir of a marquis today.

It is not the first in line. The first in line heir will not leave the Ottoman Empire casually. Even if the family dies, he will share weal and woe with the family, but the other heirs will continue to live. As far as Yilmaz knows, go to There are also many Ottomans who took refuge in the United States, and some even went to the Russian Empire for refuge.

This is probably the reason for the longevity of the big family.

"Eighty-five thousand pounds is definitely not the most expensive house in Port Elizabeth. Have you seen the white marble building by the sea? It was prepared by the city lord for the Earl of Nyasaland. There was an uninterested guy who wanted to buy that house. But I just asked about the price, and then no one saw him again." Yilmaz drove a Mustang sedan produced by Nyasaland, and introduced him to the heir to the Marquis named Saxian while walking.

In the Ottoman language, Saxian means falcon and Yilmaz means never give up.

"Fuck—damn guy, you shouldn't have thoughts, don't even think about them, don't covet things that don't belong to you." Sa Xian's age is about the same as Yilmaz, and he is now wearing a suit like Yilmaz Leather shoes, this is what Yilmaz just brought Saxian to the specialty store in Itno to buy.

Do as the Romans do, and when you come to Port Elizabeth, you have to live according to the lifestyle of Port Elizabeth. When Sa Xian first came to Port Elizabeth, she was still wearing a robe, but she couldn’t even enter the gate of the Rhodesia Hotel. King Ali Rashid of the Sultanate also wears Western clothing.

Of course, suits are not the mainstream clothing in Port Elizabeth. Southern Africans in Port Elizabeth usually wear more casual and comfortable long-sleeved shirts and overalls, which is what the mercenaries of the umbrella company wear.

In order to be able to live in Port Elizabeth, the changes that Saxian made are not only clothing, but also his beard has just been shaved off, which cost a full ten rands. Saxian doesn't care about this little money, Irma Zidusa now feels pain in the flesh.

Yilmaz usually gets a haircut in the barber shop in the alley, and it only costs about one shilling each time. The barber shop next to Itno serves the rich, and Yilmaz can't afford it.

"The house we are going to see now is in the Queens District of Port Elizabeth. The price of the house is a bit high, but the environment is very good—" Yilmaz seized the opportunity to introduce.

"How tall is it?" Sa Xian directly interrupted Yilmaz's introduction.

"Twenty-five thousand pounds!" Yilmaz was worried, paying attention to Saxian's expression from the corner of his eye.

"That's not too expensive—you continue—" Sa Xian's expression didn't fluctuate at all, feeling the same as the price of a haircut just now, the Marquis' heir is indeed rich.

"The environment in Queens is designed by senior designers in London, and constructed by workers from southern Africa—" Yilmaz heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he doesn't care, Yilmaz took Sa to see the set Several people have seen the house, but it has not been sold, and there are still not many rich people who can easily take out [-] pounds.

"Neighbors, the key is neighbors, who are the neighbors in that house?" Sa now focused on a different focus from Yilmaz, and interrupted Yilmaz again rudely.

Yilmaz is already used to it, and Saxian is relatively good. It is not uncommon for the so-called "gentleman" Yilmaz who greets his relatives and elders to speak sweetly before.

"They are all dignitaries and wealthy businessmen from Constantinople, where you will definitely feel at home—" Yilmaz carefully flattered, if Sa is now satisfied with Yilmaz's service, then in the transaction After the completion, the tip that Sa found casually may be more than the commission Yilmaz got from this single business.

"That is, are my future neighbors all Ottomans?"

"Yes, if you buy--"

"No, I don't want to be like that. Find me a house with southern Africans as neighbors. Even the British are not allowed. They must be southern Africans." Sa now seems not as stupid as he appears on the surface. Maz here, very few people make such a request.

"The environment of residential areas for southern Africans is not good enough." Yilmaz was surprised. At this time, the car had already driven into Queens Avenue, the main road in Queens.

It must be admitted that the environment in Queens is really good, with spacious roads, shady trees, gardens and lawns everywhere, and open-air cafes on the side of the road, and the mascots of the umbrella company are everywhere on the parasols—the fierce And stupid and cute armed South African mastiff.

Just beside the street, two mounted policemen on Arabian horses are patrolling. They wear traditional British high-top leather helmets with the brims pressed down a little. arrogant.

Compared with the mounted police, the pedestrians on Queen's Road are quite humble. When they look at people, they have peaceful eyes, and when they greet people, they are often accompanied by a kind of flattering and humble smile, which is very disproportionate to their figures. Generally speaking, In this era, if the figure is rounder, the temper will be relatively bigger.

Yilmaz doesn't like this feeling either. The two mounted policemen are both Gurkhas from India, and the dogleg knives on their waists are very eye-catching.

"Go to the residential areas of southern Africans, preferably Chinese residential areas—" Sa Xian emphasized again.

Yilmaz is no nonsense, the customer's requirements must be met unconditionally, the residential area of ​​southern Africans is not far from Queens, just next to the port, although the environment is not very good, but there is an invincible sea view.

Interestingly, in Port Elizabeth, the area where southern Africans gather is called the King’s Quarter, and the main road is called the King’s Avenue——

The wild horse drove into the King's Road, and the environment was exactly as Yilmaz said. The first impression was that it was not as good as Queens. At least no one checked the Mustang when it entered the Queen's Road, but when it entered the King's Road He was inspected by two patrolmen who also wore dogleg knives around their waists.

The patrolmen here don't ride horses.

"Sir, please show your ID—" The patrolman stood upright, with a standard salute gesture, and his eyes fell on Yilmaz's black hair.

Yilmaz took out his temporary residence card and handed it to the patrolman.

After the patrolman took it, his expression immediately changed subtly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Saxian wants to buy a house in the Kings District."

The patrolman tilted his head and looked at Sa Xian with scrutiny, but his eyes were not friendly.

At this time, another Mustang drove into King's Road. The person in the driver's seat also had black hair, but he was wearing a white shirt and a pair of sunglasses.

The patrolman stood at attention and saluted with a smile on his face that would kill him. Both Yilmaz and Saxian noticed that the patrolman returned the ID with both hands.

"Go ahead and settle down here, I hope you will be satisfied." The patrolman returned the temporary residence permit to Yilmaz.

one-hand.

The Mustang started to move forward, and neither Yilmaz nor Saxian spoke.

After a long time, Sa Xian muttered to himself: "This is why I must live in the King's District."

Yilmaz nodded silently. If possible, he also wants to live in the King's District.

(Pai Daxing is right, my manuscripts have been exhausted - but I won't wither, today is still the third watch, let's blow out the cowhide first, let's talk about whether it can be done -)

(End of this chapter)