The guy who has more than enough success and more than failure still has some ability.

In order to make trouble for Roque, Kevin sent a telegram to Pretoria overnight, and then Nelson Holt could only reluctantly tell Roque that the matter of buying gold mines was yellow.

"I'm sorry Locke, but the bureau has to arrange these abandoned gold mines, so—" Nelson Hoult's expression was guilty.

"It's okay Mr. Holt, if you don't buy it, you won't buy it, 50 pounds is still my salary for several months." Roque can think about it, and Kevin is right, the salary of a police officer is really not high.

Now this result is not bad, Roque wants to buy the gold mine just to slap Kevin in the face, and now the goal has been achieved, pressing Kevin's face to the ground and rubbing it hard, and indirectly currying favor with Phyllis, it doesn't matter if the gold mine is bought or not.

A gold mine that has been abandoned, the Far West Rand gold fields are still waiting for Roque to discover, who is in the mood to waste time on an abandoned gold mine.

"Thank you for your understanding, Locke, and- just call me Nelson." Nelson Holt laughed a lot, and dealing with someone like Roque is not happy with someone like Kevin.

Kevin was really unhappy, originally Kevin thought that Roque should feel annoyed when he learned the news, even if it was only a little bit, it would make Kevin feel a sense of accomplishment.

Unexpectedly, Roque was not the slightest annoyed, and was very happy about the "lost and regained" £50, which made Kevin immediately annoyed.

As if Roque was right, £50 – also Kevin's salary for several months.

Kevin asked himself that he would never shell out £50 to buy an abandoned gold mine, even if it was still worth mining.

Just kidding, people's gold mines, ore taste is 20 grams per ton, his gold ore, ore taste is 5 grams per ton, God, your old man, who is this shabby?

Can't afford to lose this man!

Roque must not know that Kevin's psychology is so complicated, and Roque is not interested in caring about what Kevin thinks, after breakfast, Kevin will start working, but Roque can stay in the hotel with Phyllis, and he is finally no eyesore.

Yes, even if there is a father of the director of mines, Kevin still has to work, Nelson Holt will never open any back door to Kevin, and even Nelson Holt has arranged more jobs for Kevin.

Anyone who makes a small report is damned!

The sun had just risen as high as a treetop, and Martin, who had arrived in Johannesburg in advance, came to the hotel.

"The situation is very bad, there are about 1,000 Chinese in Johannesburg, most of them are in the Langlet gold mine, the Langlet gold mine is the property of the former Cape Prime Minister Cecil Rhodes, that guy's heart is black, the Chinese workers are not well fed and clothed, they have to engage in high-intensity work every day, and they can't rest when they are tired and sick, unless they are sick and can't move, they can go to the hospital to rest, but they are also not treated, if the worker dies of illness, the mine will not even bury the body, just abandon the body in the wilderness——" Martin's investigation is consistent with Roque's knowledge of miners.

It's one thing to understand, it's another to accept it, and Roque definitely can't accept that this kind of thing happens to Huagong.

"-Johannesburg also has a Liangguang Guild Hall, and the director is also Chinese-"Martin is still very good at handling things, which is good news."

"Let's go, let's see—" Roque was anxious, desperate for more information.

——

Buck means "buck" in English, but Buck is a standard Chinese.

Strictly speaking, Buck is a third-generation Chinese, and Buck's grandfather came to Mauritius from Hu Jian Drift 50 years ago to run a small shop in Mauritius.

(Sorry, you can't use the real place name, if you offend Hu Jian's brothers, smash me to death with a ticket-)

Thanks to the hard work of the family, Buck's family had a small amount of savings, so Buck was able to study at the London Law School, and successfully obtained his diploma and became an honorable lawyer.

Yes, that is the school that Gandhi once attended, so Buck and Gandhi are alumni.

After graduation, Buck did not return to Mauritius, but came to Johannesburg, the largest Chinese concentration in the Cape, to protect the interests of the Chinese in Johannesburg with his own expertise.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is always cruel, there are no courts in Johannesburg, there is no police, not even a town government, here, big companies and big enterprises cover the sky, and the rules of the enterprises are the laws of Johannesburg, Buck wants to change this, but there is nothing he can do.

So Buck simply set up a Liangguang Association in Johannesburg to serve his fellow citizens as much as possible.

In order to keep the clan afloat, Buck bought a 150-acre farm outside Johannesburg and barely managed to keep it afloat with the farm's meagre income.

Two years ago, Buck also married a Chinese girl who is also a third-generation immigrant, and now has a son, his wife is pregnant again, and the family in Mauritius has repeatedly asked Buck to return to Mauritius, Buck does not want to go back so disgraced, but he does not know what he can do in Johannesburg, and what is the meaning of the existence of the club.

Perhaps, when the child is born, it is time to leave Johannesburg.

Stroking the signboard of the Liangguang Guild Hall, Buck was in a stirring mood.

There was a crisp sound of horses' hooves, and several knights slowly approached from the corner of the street.

Buck remained silent, one hand digging into his bosom, gripping the revolver with a slight body temperature.

Fortunately, it wasn't the thugs and security guards in the mines, but the police who never appeared in Johannesburg.

Buck had studied in London and recognized the badges on the knights' chests, and although their uniforms were different from those of the London police, the style of the badges was the same.

Of course, it's not just the uniforms that are different, and to survive in Johannesburg, where there is no rule and order, Buck certainly has his own rules of survival.

In Barker's view, these policemen are different from most policemen, they have a fierce aura that has been tempered by blood and fire, which makes them completely different from those ordinary policemen, although those ordinary policemen are also vicious, but their "fierce" are all the kind of fierce people who show their teeth and claws and are superficial, and these policemen in front of them-

Buck had no doubt that the guns on the officers were anything but decoration.

What surprised Buck even more was that these policemen were not whites or Indians, but Chinese with black hair and black eyes like himself.

Although the condescending policeman did not speak, Buck could detect a faint warmth in the eyes of the officer who wore the rank of Senior Inspector, and he smiled, the warm sunlight shining on his face, half sunshine, half shadow.