Roque's preference for antique cultural relics is well known, not only in the Qing Dynasty, but also in other countries, antiques and cultural relics from other countries are also collected, the current situation in Europe, smart people know that there will be an unprecedented scale of war broke out, so in recent years, the antique market has been sluggish, which has brought great convenience to Roque's collection.

Covering an area of 170 acres, nearly three times the size of the Louvre in France, the Stedeliquez Museum of Nyasaland has a collection of artifacts comparable to that of the Louvre, and there is still a lot of room for growth.

Louis Botha was clearly less interested in museums than the library, and he paused in front of the door before continuing on.

It's understandable to think about it, the stomach is not full yet, and the spiritual pursuit has to wait.

After the museum is the business district, there is the whole of Nyasaland, or the largest department store and supermarket in the whole of southern Africa, the customer base of the two is not in conflict, the department store is for the rich, the supermarket is for the general public, Carlos actually has a supermarket membership card.

The membership system is not the first of its kind in supermarkets, many businesses in the UK have implemented a membership system to cultivate loyal customers, and supermarkets are the same, and there are supermarkets in Pretoria, and Carlos's membership card can also be used in Pretoria.

Louis Botha didn't go in, but went to the café across the street, asked Carlos for a cup of coffee, and watched the people in and out of supermarkets and department stores for an afternoon.

The business is really good, although the supermarket is facing ordinary citizens, but the rich people who drive private cars will also go to the supermarket to spend, and when they come out, they are also smiling, and there is no discomfort.

In Louis Botha's impression of a department store that only the wealthy could afford, there were also ordinary citizens who took buses to go in, and the security guards and doormen at the entrance of the mall also greeted each other with smiling faces, and there was no bloody incident.

In Bloemfontein, such scenes are hardly seen.

In Louis Botha's impression, the people of Bloemfontein were bitter and hateful, and they walked angrily every day, as if someone owed him a few hundred rands, and if he looked at a stranger for more than two seconds in Bloemfontein, it could lead to a brawl.

The people of Nyasaland seem to be very happy, the smiles on their faces are definitely from the heart, ordinary people don't mind giving smiles to strangers, there is a lady reading a book at the table next to Luis Botha and Carlos, when the lady notices that Luis Botha seems to be observing her, the lady does not get angry, but first gives Luis Botha a smile, and then raises a glass to Luis Botha.

This feeling really made Louis Botha very comfortable.

Although the lady was not pretty, she was well-dressed and mild-mannered, as gentle and restrained as the sparkling Niassa Lake, and Louis Botha fell in love with Little Rock almost instantly.

"Need a refill? It's free—" The chubby coffee shop owner came all the way with the coffee pot and added a few points to the cups in front of everyone, especially to the lady, who thanked her softly and looked like a regular customer.

When it was Carlos' turn, Carlos also said thank you with peace of mind, and then explained: "There is a sign at the door, in order to celebrate the establishment of the United Government of the East Indies, the coffee for the last month is free to refill." ”

After saying that, Carlos realized that Louis Botha was a Boer, so the expression on his face was very embarrassed.

The East Indies were an important source of coffee, and the coffee produced by the Kingdom of Aceh was very popular in southern Africa, and of course the Kingdom of Aceh is now a thing of the past, along with the Dutch colonial government.

Louis Botha didn't speak, the migration ship in Nyasaland was doomed when it was seized in Medan, even the Germans in Tanganyika and Southwest Africa were no match for Roque, and the Dutch had no way to resist the Umbrella Company's subversion.

"Carlos, tell me what you think of Nyasaland—" Louis Botha did not bother with the East Indies, the essence of this world is the law of the jungle, the Netherlands established the East Indian colonial government by force, and now it is overthrown by force, everything is God's will.

"It's hard to describe in a sentence or two, Nyasaland is very contradictory, sometimes like a grumpy boxer, who will fight back resolutely when provoked, sometimes she is a gentle hostess who will take care of every member of the family, and in Nyasaland whites and Chinese can sit in the same café and drink coffee without any guilt, which is difficult to see anywhere else in the world, nor in the Transvaal, and there are too few Chinese in the big cities of Pretoria and Johannesburg—" Carlos was a little confused by the question, unprepared in advance and unable to grasp the point.

"I'm actually curious about how Locke can improve the overall quality of the people of Nyasaland while developing the economy, the economy of the United States is also good now, but the Americans are not popular all over the world, they are always noisy, attracting attention everywhere, for fear that others will not know that they are rich now-" Louis Botha was also puzzled.

"This is the charm of traditional culture, the United States is a country with no history, the first immigrants slaughtered the Indians of the Americas for the land, and used this way to establish the current United States, so it is difficult to use too high moral standards to demand the United States - Nyasaland is different, the whites of Nyasaland are high-quality talents hired from Europe with high salaries, and their moral standards are certainly higher than thieves and robbers, and then the Chinese have strong self-discipline, when I was a child, my family was also poor, but my parents educated me, Even poverty doesn't hurt anyone, I didn't know what it was like to be fed until I was ten years old, and before me I had an older brother and a sister, both of whom died of hunger—" Carlos said, his eyes reddening.

Louis Botha was very surprised, he never expected Carlos's background to be like this: "I'm sorry, I thought you were from a noble family from the Qing Kingdom-"

In Louis Botha's understanding, only those from aristocratic families will have a good education, and will have excellent qualities such as self-confidence, optimism, tenacity, and bravery, and the children of low-level white families in Europe, even if they receive education, will not fit in with the upper class when they grow up.

The Americans are the representatives.

"Mr. Minister, the aristocratic families of the Qing Kingdom will not come to Southern Africa, when my parents emigrated, their employer, that is, the landlord of our small village, intimidated them, saying that the people of Nyasaland are liars, and they can't believe it, it was my uncle who gave our family a sum of money, and we only learned that he really made a fortune in Johannesburg, and my uncle has six hundred acres of farm in Johannesburg." Carlos took a few deep breaths in a row, and his emotions finally calmed down.

"Six hundred acres, that's a lot, a lot of money." Louis Botha also knew how expensive farms in Johannesburg were right now.

"My family's farm is near Port Edward, and although it's less than a hundred acres, it's a lot of land, and we didn't have that many landowners in our village before." The smile on Carlos' face was infectious, and Luis Botha was happy for Carlos' family from the bottom of his heart.

Happiness is contagious, too.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the lights were turned on in the café, but the lights were still a little dim, and then the owner of the café came to the lady's table and wanted to add a candle for the lady to make it easier for the lady to read.

The lady had already closed the book and was about to leave: "Thank you for your coffee Ronald, but please don't put too much sugar next time, I didn't dare to say it just now, for fear of breaking your heart-"

"I'm sorry Sophia, I remember—" The owner of the coffee shop took the initiative to open the door for Sophia and watched Sophia leave.

"Let's go too, let's find a place to eat." Louis Botha also got up.

"Thank you for coming, please walk slowly—" The owner of the coffee shop was equally courteous, presumably because Carlos tipped more.

Tipping is not mandatory in the service industry in Nyasaland, restaurants, bars and cafes, if you want to give, if you don't want to give to the waiter, you won't take the initiative to ask for it, of course, if you give, you will definitely get more warm service.

If he was in Bloemfontein, Louis Botha would not have eaten out at all, mainly because of the hygiene, and with Louis Botha's knowledge of the restaurant, in Bloemfontein, even if it looks bright and shiny, the hygiene of the kitchen is disturbing.

Although Louis Botha has not yet known the level of hygiene of Nyasaland restaurants, he is inexplicably confident that the people of Nyasaland, who have behaved so well in other places, believe that the level of hygiene in the back kitchen is also reassuring.

So it's really just a random place to eat, Carlos chose a restaurant with Chinese decoration, and after entering the door, it was really run by Chinese.

Don't look at the signs, in Nyasaland, many white-run restaurants are also decorated in a Chinese style.

While the level of hygiene in a white-run restaurant is just as reassuring, the level of cooking is hard to describe.

"You order-" Louis Botha asked Carlos to order, without looking at the menu, it must still be Chinese and English, Louis Botha is in a good mood at this time, so he will not add to his blockage.

"What do you eat as a staple food?" Carlos decided on the staple food first.

"What's there?"

"I'll take a look, it's not bad, it's quite varied, there are noodles, dumplings, rice-"

"What is a noodle? Pasta? Louis Botha asked casually.

"No, no, no, noodles were not invented by Italians, they were invented by the Chinese, and in the thirteenth century Mark Polo brought the noodles back to Sicily, and then there was pasta." The waiter who ordered the food has probably explained it many times, but he still doesn't get tired of it.

"It was invented by the Chinese again, how many things have you invented?" Louis Botha is not surprised, and now even if someone tells Louis Botha that everything in the world was invented by Chinese, Louis Botha is not surprised.