Before you know it, southern Africa seems to have become a retirement home for the British Empire, and with the arrival of Kitchener and Winston, more and more British people choose to travel to southern Africa for holidays, and many of them fall in love with it after arriving in southern Africa, and then choose to settle in southern Africa.

At the Los Angeles train station, Montgomery of Ronnie Travel is waiting for a pair of tourists from London.

Ronnie is not a personal name, but refers to Rhodesia and Nyasaland, the largest travel agency in Rhodesia and Nyasaland, with an official background and a hand and eye to the sky.

In fact, it is all based on false rumors, so that Roark and the Nyasalstate government will not look at this kind of small business, Ronnie Travel was founded by a retired official in Salisbury, and the shareholders do include the RAND Bank, but the RAND Bank does not interfere with the operation of Ronnie Travel Agency, nor does it provide protection for Ronnie Travel Agency.

The RAND Bank has invested in many enterprises, and if all enterprises are protected, it will not be able to exhaust the RAND Bank.

At half past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, when the direct train from Walvis Bay to Los Angeles entered the station, Montgomery immediately held up the sign in his hand, and the capitalized "L·N" on the sign was very conspicuous.

"Hello—" Alex, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, offered to greet Montgomery.

"Hello, is this Mr. Alex from London?" Montgomery was polite.

"Yes, it's me."

"Welcome to Nyasaland, I hope Nyasaland can leave you and Mrs. Zun with a wonderful memory, I am Montgomery from Ronnie Travel, and I will be there for you in the next few days." Montgomery took the suitcase from Alex and took him to the parking lot.

Ronnie Travel not only provides a guided tour for the Alexes, but also a chauffeured car, which is of course not gratuitous, and the driver and sedan plus the tour guide cost twenty rand a day, and the cost of room and board is not included.

"The latest Lord, with an inline four-cylinder engine with an unrivalled 65 hp and a top speed of 120 km/h, is the pinnacle of the industrial age." Alex is a car enthusiast and has a wealth of information on the Lord's sedan, which is currently only sold locally in Nyasaland and is the only one in the world by Ronnie Travel.

"Yes Mr. Alex, you're an expert, few people know so much about Lord cars." Montgomery put Mr. and Mrs. Alex in the back seat before getting into the passenger seat.

Some of the habits of the British are still very good, just Montgomery helped Alex to carry the suitcase from the exit to the parking lot, and Alex casually tipped a pound.

It's so easy to make money.

When the car drove out of the parking lot, the wide body was unusually stable, and the noise of the engine was very small, which did not affect the people in the car to talk softly.

Mr. and Mrs. Alex's attention was on the street view outside the car window, and the unique tropical landscape plants on both sides of the streets of Los Angeles made the Alex couple dizzy, and the spacious and clean streets will impress anyone who comes to Los Angeles for the first time, and the Alexes are no exception.

Alex is very familiar with the fact that the Mounted Police can be seen on many streets in Los Angeles, some of them riding blue and white police motorcycles, others riding traditional tall horses, especially those heroic female Mounted Police, who are the most beautiful scenery in the streets of Los Angeles.

Although more and more women are working outside the home in the UK, there are very few violent professional women such as the police.

Los Angeles is different, many female mounted police officers ride in a very professional posture, and they are not pretentious at first glance.

"If we women in Los Angeles are interested in the military, they can also receive regular military training, not only in the police, but there are more and more women in the military, but they will not go to the front line to serve, most of them are civilians, or work in hospitals." Montgomery noticed the attention of the Alexes, especially Mrs. Alex, and looked at a policewoman on the side of the street who was checking a car.

The policewoman wears a white steel helmet with a police badge inlaid on the front, the side of the helmet is a dark blue Marquis of Nyasaland's shield-shaped badge, the policewoman wears a cool sunglasses on her face, wears a set of autumn and winter moderation police uniforms, the outer belt around her waist is full of various tools, the iron-gray handcuffs and the silver-white handle of the gun are unusually conspicuous.

Oh oh oh, you must not forget the long leather boots that go all the way down to the knees, the guy who designed this women's police uniform must be a master, Alex swallowed unconsciously.

"My dear, the status of women in Nyasaland must be very high, and you look at the way that driver looks—it's ridiculous." Mrs. Alex's focus is not the same as Alex's.

The driver who was being interrogated probably violated some regulations, and was begging with his hands together and begging with a bitter face, hoping that the policewoman would let him go.

The policewoman was as cold as ice, brushed open a ticket and slapped it directly into the driver's hand, and simply turned around and left.

"Well, of course, all of this is what we in Nyasaland are fighting for women, and we in Nyasaland may be the first place in the world where women and men are paid equally for equal work, and women can do the same work as men and receive the same pay that cannot be done elsewhere." Montgomery was full of pride, and there were also women's rights activists in Britain who had fought for equal pay for equal work for many years, but had not achieved it until now.

Even in France, where the sense of feminism is the strongest, there is no equal pay for equal work, and men are often paid more than women for the same work.

"This is even more evident in our schools, where the proportion of women is higher than that of men, because many boys leave school to work when they reach a certain age, and it is not easy for women to find a good job if they don't have a good degree, my two younger sisters are studying at the University of Nyasaland and Rhodes University respectively, and my poor brother is not good enough to get his grades and come out to work early like me, he will definitely regret it in the future." Montgomery's words surprised the Alexes, who in Nyasaland there is a social consensus that education is important, and whenever possible, children will be sent to school instead of working in factories or helping out on farms early.

The same is in stark contrast to the fact that many sweatshops in the UK still have child labour.

In Nyasaland, factories that dare to employ child labor are severely punished by the Nyasaland government.

Work-study programs are not within this scope, but students who hire work-study programs must also register with the competent authorities and accept the supervision of the competent authorities.

"The University of Nyasaland doesn't seem to be very old—" Alex remembered the dispute between the University of Nyasaland and the British Education Council more than a decade ago, which was well known at the time, and the British Education Council conceded defeat and gave the University of Nyasaland the same status as the British universities.

"It's true that there aren't many years of history, and our history of Nyasaland is not very long, and it's only been a few years since Nyasaland became a fief of our lord, but it just shows that the University of Nyasaland is in a state of rapid progress, and the Times said some time ago that graduates of the University of Nyasaland are as popular in London as Cambridge graduates, and many Americans are also studying at the University of Nyasaland, and they have to pay high tuition fees every year, and they can't get scholarships, The University of Nyasaland subsidizes these high tuition fees as scholarships to other students, and my sister received fifty rand last year. Montgomery raised his sister's eyebrows, fifty rand is not a small number for a student, and many people in the UK earn less than fifty rand a year.

"So what is your per capita income?" Alex is interested in Nyasaland's per capita income.

"It depends on what kind of profession, if it's a RAND Bank executive, or a professor at the University of Nyasaland, it's normal for them to earn tens of thousands of rand a year, ordinary people like me, it's only about a hundred rand a year, Xiao, how much is your annual salary?" Montgomery casually asked the driver, if this is a stranger, it is very rude to ask for income at will, Montgomery and Shaw are friends and will not care about this.

"Similar to you, your sister will definitely earn more than the two of us after graduation." Shaw was white and had no higher education, and was still very envious of Montgomery's sister.

"Well, my sister has been invited by the Los Angeles city government, and she will go to the Los Angeles city government for two consecutive years, every summer, to find an internship." Montgomery looked proud, and it was indeed a matter of pride to have such a sister.

The car sped all the way to the Rhodesia Hotel, and that's the benefit of having an itinerary through a travel agency, which booked a hotel room in advance, to solve most of the Alex's worries.

Arriving at the hotel room, Mr. and Mrs. Alex took a short break before preparing to go shopping at the Itno store on the first floor of the hotel.

Alex also had a need, starting with a set of casual clothes that were common in Nyasaland and swapping out the suit he was wearing, and while a handmade custom suit was worth a lot, it was clear that the casual clothes that were common on the streets of Los Angeles were more comfortable.

Take the elevator to the lobby on the first floor, and when I got out of the elevator, a person rushed into the elevator in a hurry and hit Alex hard.

Before Alex could react, the brainless daredevils were knocked down and pinned down by several people.

That's when Alex noticed that the wallet in the daredevil's hand seemed quite familiar.