Xiao Si has a bit of a problem with expression, and what he wants to say should be "clean", not "clear".

After all, it is not a matter of life and death, there is no need to die, as long as those who do not agree with Xiao Si's concept are willing to take the initiative to leave, Xiao Si will not go too far.

"The Progressive Party is not in the service of personal gain, we used to represent the interests of all Cape people, but now we have become a tool for some people to pursue personal interests, which is very bad, not normal, if it is not changed, then sooner or later the Progressive Party will be abandoned by everyone." Xiao Si watched the hard work of old Cecil Rhodes be ruined like this, and his mood can be imagined.

"Cecil, let it go, no matter what you do, I will have the right to support you." Dr. Starr Jameson still has faith in Xiao Si, looking at Xiao Si's young and determined face, it is like seeing Cecil Rhodes 40 years ago.

"I am going to convene a meeting of the whole committee to solicit everyone's opinions." Xiao Si is indeed assertive, and this is the biggest difference between Xiao Si and his father, Xiao Si has now learned to respect other people's opinions, and is not as obstinate as Cecil Rhodes Sr.

Dr. Starr Jameson did not speak, but was present the next day at the Progressive Party's headquarters in Cape Town.

Don't look at the decline of the Progressive Party, after all, it is a skinny camel bigger than a horse, the headquarters of the Progressive Party in Cape Town is located on Rhodes Street in the center of Cape Town, this street appeared in the third chapter, it was still called Government Street at that time, after the establishment of the Federal Government of Southern Africa, the City Council of Cape Town renamed the most prosperous street in Cape Town to Rhodes Street in honor of Cecil Rhodes.

The last time Rhodes Street was featured was in 1900, and compared to that time, Rhodes Street has changed almost no noticeable from Cape Town for the past two decades, in stark contrast to other cities in southern Africa.

The headquarters of the Progressive Party is located in the middle of Rhodes Street, which is a complex of about 50 acres, and Xiao Si remembers that there was a statue of Cecil Rhodes Sr. in front of the headquarters building in the past, but unfortunately I don't know when the statue has been removed.

Twenty years ago, at the height of its glory, the Progressive Party had more than 100,000 members, and the total population of the Cape at that time was less than 500,000.

The population of Cape State has long since exceeded 2 million, the members of the Progressive Party are still 100,000, and the number of committee members has grown from 9 20 years ago to 26, most of whom are unknown to Xiao Si.

Xiao Si doesn't know these new committee members, but the new committee members know Xiao Si, almost all the new committee members take the initiative to come over and shake hands with Xiao Si when they see Xiao Si, the old committee members are a little indifferent, they are all contemporaries of the old Cecil Rhodes, Xiao Si is a junior for them, and there is a relationship with the old Cecil Rhodes, so it is normal to be indifferent.

When Dr. Starr Jameson arrived in the conference room in a wheelchair, the situation was the opposite of that of Xiao Si, almost all the old members came to greet Dr. Starr Jameson warmly, and the new members had mixed attitudes towards Dr. Starr Jameson.

No one spoke ill of each other, but none of them looked friendly.

"Cecil, come on, we must defeat Owen of the Matilda family, we trust you-" Watbull Andrés, who served as a member of the cabinet of Cecil Rhodes Sr. during the colonial era, was full of energy, and he is now in his sixties, physically and mentally good, and now serves as the chairman of the Progressive Party.

"Thank you Watpur, I'll try—" Although he has been qualified to run for the Progressive Party, the Progressive Party's support for Xiao Si is not enough, and many members of the Progressive Party are even waiting to see Xiao Si's jokes.

"Oh, I thought you'd call me Uncle Andres the same way you used to—" Watbull said in a very uncomfortable manner, both to show that he was old and to crush Xiao Si.

Xiao Si leaned back in his chair and smiled without speaking, his position was inconspicuous, and the place where Watpur sat once belonged to old Cecil Rhodes.

"Doctor, are you alright? I think you should know Rhodesia, which should be more suitable for you to recuperate. Watbull didn't get the response he wanted from Small, and turned to provoke Dr. Starr Jameson again.

"Thank you for your concern Andrés, I'm not at the point where I can't walk yet." Dr. Starr Jameson was still out of breath, his arm resting on the arm of his wheelchair to support his chin, as if he was going to die at any moment.

"So let's get started, Cecil, what are we going to do with us old fellows? I'm guessing you're going to give us a bonus, as your father used to do—" Watbull looked at Xiao Si with undisguised greed, the most famous rich second generation in southern Africa.

"There is no prize money, no candy, I have gathered everyone today to announce one thing, I will absolutely dissolve the current committee and re-elect -" Xiao Si was shocked as soon as he came up.

"Dissolve the committee? No, no, Cecil, you don't have that right, not even your father. The smile on Watbull's face froze, he never expected Xiao Si to flip the table as soon as he came up.

Normally, the Progressive Party is facing a general election, and what Xiao Si should do now is to unite all the forces in the party to deal with the upcoming test.

At this time, the most effective means is generally to throw money, a lot of money to smash down, the result is good or not, the effect must be there.

"Uncle Andres, you have been at the helm of the Progressive Party all these years and you know very well what the Progressive Party is doing, and if we don't make changes, then we will certainly not be able to defeat the Liberal Party." Xiao Si finally changed his name to Uncle Andres, but it sent a chill through Watbull's body.

"So do you think the current situation of the Progressive Party is because of me? How dare you be so presumptuous! "Watbull took the case, since Xiao Si tore his face as soon as he came up, there was no need for Watbull to pretend.

"It's not just you, it's everyone here who is responsible!" You're welcome, no snowflake is innocent during the avalanche.

"Cecil, how can you say that?"

"Mr. Rhodes is right, the Progressive Party has come to this point, and everyone here is indeed responsible."

"Even if they are all responsible, this should not be said by a young man—"

As soon as Xiao Si's words fell, the conference room suddenly became chaotic like a vegetable market, and the committee members who were still well-dressed just now were in a mess, feeling at a loss when they were stripped of their clothes on the street.

"Ridiculous!" Watbull looked at Xiao Si with disgust and anger in his eyes, got up and strode to the door, opened the door and wanted to leave.

Outside the door was Aiden's fierce face, his suit unbuttoned, and the hilt of his gun under his arm was black and shiny.

Aiden was surrounded by more than a dozen of Xiao Si's men, and Watbull looked around but couldn't find his secretary.

"Cecil, what do you mean?" The panic in Vatbull's eyes flickered, as if he had returned to the barbaric era 30 years ago.

"That's what you see, dear Uncle Andres, listen to me, if you're willing to resign as chairman of the Progressive Party, then you can leave now-" Xiao Si's expression and voice were cold, and this "dear" sounded sarcastic now.

The conference room, which was still noisy just now, was silent in an instant.

"So I'm telling you now that I'm not going to resign as chairman of the Progressive Party, are you going to have someone throw me out of the window?" Watbull had no fear, even if old Cecil Rhodes came back to life, he wouldn't dare to treat them like this.

"Dear Uncle Andres, I won't let you be thrown out of the window, but I'll let Ren investigate the finances of the Progressive Party over the years, believe me, I have a good relationship with Lord Favart, the Minister of Justice of the Federal Government, and if I'm not mistaken, the treasurer of the Progressive Party seems to be your son-in-law—oh, by the way, your son also works in the Finance Department—" Xiao Si was well prepared and hit the nail on the head.

Before Xiao Si's words fell, Watbull's body stiffened, and he looked at Xiao Si with a look of disbelief.

At present, the top echelons of the Progressive Party may have been unjustly shot all of them, and there will definitely be those who have slipped through the net when they are killed.

The finance department is a high-risk area, if you don't check it, forget it, check it accurately, needless to say, the relationship between Xiao Si and Henry is not given for nothing.

"Forty years ago when you came to Southern Africa from Plymouth, when you were penniless, and even the cost of marriage was paid by my father, and now you repay my father in the same way?" Xiao Si looked at Watbull with fierce eyes, the reason why the Progressive Party has fallen to this point, Watpur does not say that the government is fully responsible, at least half of it will be paid.

"I'm giving you a chance now, for my father's sake, the past is not investigated, but you must resign as party chairman, quit the Progressive Party, oh, don't forget to take your son and son-in-law with you when you leave, and the 600,000 rand that your son-in-law just transferred must be returned, dear Uncle Andrés, you are so daring, that is the money I have prepared for the election, and this will have to be plucked?" Xiao Si kills people, Watbull is also crazy, the account of the Progressive Party is opened in the RAND Bank, and it is not easy for Xiao Si to investigate the flow of funds.

"Bastard—bastard—" Watbull had a sad look on his face, and he didn't know if he was scolding his son-in-law or someone else.

As soon as Watbull finished speaking, a painful expression suddenly appeared on his face, and then he covered his chest with his hands, leaning against the wall and slowly falling to the ground.

Watpur had a heart attack, and it looked like it was a heart attack.

Xiao Si looked indifferently at Watpur, who was twitching on the ground, like looking at an old dog that was dying and struggling.