Opening game, American Tycoon

Chapter 382 Sugar-Coated Cannonballs (Second Update, please subscribe)
The train is running in the jungle. In this primitive dense forest, this railway and the rumbling train symbolize civilization and progress.This nearly [-]-kilometer-long railway is the first railway in Central Africa, and it also guarantees that Nanhua can go deep into the hinterland of the Congo River.

It was this railway that brought modern civilization into the hinterland of Africa, which had not changed much for millions of years.Let the local people feel the atmosphere of modern civilization.

Of course, it was this railway that allowed Nanhua to obtain a steady stream of wealth from the Congo and the basin.

Captain Wesley can see the vast jungle outside the car through the gap in the car. Like everyone else, he is also full of anxiety about the future.

What will await them in the future?
In this way, amidst the uneasiness of the crowd, the train lasted for more than [-] hours, and the train did not stop until the evening of the next day. As before, there was no time for them to rest at all. Soon, the prisoners of war were caught up with several A steamboat sailed along the Congo River for the next few days.

That night, Wesley, like everyone else, fell asleep drowsily after eating a simple dinner. During the next voyage, they went upstream all the way, and every few hours of driving, some captives would be killed. Sent off the boat, sometimes they saw some tribes of indigenous people, those black people lived in thatched houses by the river, they wriggled like ants, and those black people were all naked.

Looking at the black village by the river through the iron bars of the window, Wesley finally figured out where he was.

"Fernando, it seems that we have really arrived in Africa."

"Ah...Africa? Why did they send us here?"

Fernando looked at the rainforest outside the window in puzzlement,
"What do they want us to do? Live with these niggers?"

……

Two days later, Wesley finally disembarked. When he walked to the pier with Fernando and more than a hundred prisoners, he was unexpectedly greeted by a European, but he should have Indian blood.

"You are from Buenos Aires."

Justo, who was standing on the trestle bridge, took the initiative to introduce himself.

"I'm Justo, a Chilean, of course, you know, in their context, Chile has disappeared..."

"Are you from Chile? How did you get here?"

Wesley was surprised.

At this moment, he seemed to know the identity of the other party.Chileans in exile in Buenos Aires often talk about unaccounted for arrests in the middle of the night.

Where did they go?Whether he was killed or put in prison has always been a mystery.

Now, looking at the Chilean in front of him, the mystery has finally been solved. They were not killed or put in prison, but sent to Africa!
"Like you, I'm a prisoner of war, God can testify, I'm just a reporter, but, you know, they certainly don't care, there are even priests sent here as prisoners, but this is already It's over."

Justo's tone was full of resignation.What if he refuses to accept his fate?After all, release is nowhere in sight.If you want to survive, you can only accept your fate.

Justo, who led the way, introduced the situation here to them as he walked.

"Plantation No. 75 here. The company's rule for naming the plantations is very simple, that is, to name them with numbers. If one day, the population here exceeds 1000 people, they may build a town here. However, this [-] people refers to It's them, the South China people, and maybe some naturalized people..."

Seeing a supervisor in uniform approaching, Justo said hastily.

"Bow with me!"

At his request, everyone stood on the side of the road and bowed to the approaching foreman.

"Hello, Mr. Tian."

Justo greeted in Chinese.

"Ah hello."

The supervisor nodded slightly in return.

Only after the man left, Justo said.

"You remember that the plantation of the Central African Company is divided into four classes. The South Chinese, I mean the real South China, they are the first class, and the second class are those short supervisors. They are Japanese People, they may be supervisors, or mercenaries of the company, and they are also loyal to the company... Well, lackeys, they are all warriors, regardless of their size, but everyone is very powerful and extremely cruel. Forget it and wait In the future, you will know. And what about us? We are the third class here, and when we see them, we will take the initiative to bow and salute to show respect and obedience."

"Sir, we are prisoners of war, not..."

Before Wesley finished speaking, he stopped on his own initiative. He thought of the officers or soldiers who were executed for disobeying orders in the prisoner-of-war camp. In order to maintain order, those people didn't mind talking with bullets.

Seeing this, Justo said.

"It seems that you have had a similar surprise. Here, we are nothing. If we want to survive, we must learn to obey and respect, understand?"

Seeing that Wesley did not speak, Justo continued to introduce the situation in the plantation. Seeing Wesley's eyes looking at the rainforest on both sides of the road from time to time, he shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Captain, I know what you are thinking, you must be thinking about that, but I advise you not to do that,""

"why?"

"Because you are safe in the plantation. Here we are workers in the plantation. The locals will take care of our daily life, but once we leave the plantation area, we are the prey. The prey of the locals, in the local In the mouth of man, we are called "*(—"!"

Justo spoke a language of the natives.

"What means?"

"It means the same thing as rubber. We are equal to rubber of the same weight. Once a white man leaves the plantation, all the tribes are waiting for him. One hundred kilograms of rubber is enough to drive any tribe crazy. After all, they They all have rubber quotas."

"What does it mean?"

"It's the quota. According to the agreement signed by the company and the chiefs, each person pays 9 kilograms of rubber per month. In order to let them fulfill the quota, they used many methods. Since the female workers in the plantation are female workers and hostages, they are forced to work. Hostages. I can’t even say a sentence or two of these words clearly. You will know later.”

Justo didn't specifically explain what rubber quotas are, and changed the subject.

Soon, Justo led them into the plantation. On both sides of the road and on both sides of the path, wooden houses were lined up neatly. playing under the watchful eye of a man who seems to be of mixed race.

"Dad, Daddy..."

The shout in the distance made Justo wave his hand at the child who called him.

"Baby, I'll be home in a while, you stay with mom first."

After greeting his daughter, Justo introduced.

"She is my daughter, and the one next to her is mine..."

After thinking about it, Justo said.

"My wife, my wife in Africa."

When he said this, Justo thought of his wife, his wife and children who were far away in San Diego. Are they okay now?

Half an hour later, in front of a white wooden building, Captain Wesley, who stood in several rows, met the manager of the plantation.

"Okay, gentlemen, I believe that through Justo's introduction, you already have a certain understanding of this place."

Hu Mingkui, who was standing in front of the corridor, looked at the prisoners and said.

"For you, the war is over, and you should enjoy a peaceful life. If you follow the rules here, I believe your life will be very easy. If you violate it... I think you will understand when I think about it. I hope you can Live here in peace."

Live on, as a prisoner of war or as a coolie?
When can we go home?
No one would answer Wesley's question, but soon, Wesley found that everything seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

Standing in front of a row of wooden houses, Wesley, who was holding clothes in his hands, looked at them in amazement just like everyone else. Under the corridor of the wooden houses on the opposite side, there stood aboriginal women with dark complexion and smiling faces. With these newcomers.

"This, this... who are these people?"

"They are the female workers of the plantation. The female worker's dormitory is opposite your dormitory. You just came here. If you need anything, you can ask them for help. They are very enthusiastic. They clean up the room, do the laundry, and...they almost We can meet any of your requirements."

Although Justo just smiled mysteriously, he understood everything. At this moment, the eyes of these prisoners of war who did not know what the future would look like when they stared at the female workers changed. Facing their eyes, those group of female workers He responded boldly, meeting the eyes of the men...

This night is destined to be a restless night for the plantation.

Hearing the heavy breathing and the woman's wanton scream coming from the next room.

Wesley, who couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, cursed.

"Damn it, this must be a damned conspiracy..."

Although Wesley had the same desire in his heart, as long as he thought of Justo's black wife and those mixed-race children running around in the camp, he felt that it was not that simple.

It must be a conspiracy!
It is the conspiracy of the South China people to destroy their will.If he compromised, if he ran into the room of a black woman worker, soon he would sink into it, into the passion of those black women.

and then?
Then he will give up the desire to go home.Even in the end, like Justo, he will completely forget his family and start a new family here with a black man.Then he worked hard and lived the rest of his life like a slave on this plantation...

Actually, Wesley guessed right.

This is the reason why they live in the same dormitory with the female workers. This arrangement is not for the female workers to comfort the lonely hearts of these fermented bean curds.

It was to paralyze them, to make them accept their fate, to make them abandon the past, and to burn their lives for the colonial cause of Nanhua in this colony.

Not just theirs, but also the children they had with local women workers.They are all but consumables for a great cause!

"No, I'm going home..."

At this time, Wesley's beautiful face once again appeared in Wesley's mind.

"Amicia..."

(End of this chapter)