Roque does not engage in black-box operations, he does not manipulate the election results, and before the election, Roque still has a lot of room for maneuver.

At lunchtime, the Johannesburg Police Department restaurant is very lively.

The food at the police station is very good, and one of Marven's apprentices is in charge, although the craftsmanship is not as good as Marven's, but it is much better than those British cooks who are good at dark cuisine.

Therefore, whether the police are on duty or not, they are accustomed to eating in the police station cafeteria, and sometimes they can even bring their families, as long as they do not drag more than a dozen families, the canteen will not care.

Under normal circumstances, the police eat in the police force as a unit, the canteen uses a long wooden dining table, a table of 20 positions, just enough to accommodate a police force, the sheriffs are used to bragging on the table, more than a dozen subordinates are responsible for cheering, so the meal is very lively.

"The election is coming up in a few days, give me a little cleverness-"

"Should vote or not, I have a bit of a B number in my heart, the house we live in is all the lord's-"

"Without a lord, we are still working as cattle and horses in Cape Town, and we want to marry a daughter-in-law with a high salary? Dream on! ”

Throughout the restaurant, there are such explicit reminders everywhere.

"Don't worry, Master Li, whoever dares to vote for outsiders, let's dip him in the pig cage!"

"Master, you can vote for whoever you say."

"Wherever the lord points out, let's fight."

The restaurant is full of sycophancy.

There are also people who don't have a bright head and can't see the situation clearly: "Master Ma, who does the lord let you vote for?" ”

"Are you stupid? Why do you eat all the beef in the dog's belly? General Manager Ba is the big butler of our lord, who do you say you don't vote for? Martin's voice was loud and loud throughout the restaurant.

"Oooh-oh-"

"Good, good—"

"Yes, yes—" This time, whether it's a bright head or a not-brained one, they know what to do.

In the corner of the restaurant where no one was paying attention, Yaya and several of his sheriffs looked gloomy.

The noise in front of them does not belong to them, so far, all the detectives, including Yaya, have not obtained the right to live in Ziwei Town, and some of them can afford to buy a house in Ziwei Town, but the houses in Ziwei Town are not enough to live in, even Chinese and white people are queuing, and the Zulu people have no chance.

"Captain, will the lord be kind to us in the future?" A Sheriff of Zulu descent finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Nonsense, isn't the lord treating us well now? Think about what kind of life we have under the British? Think about how the Boers treat us? Yaya's face was too dark to see anything, but her eyes were red.

"The lord is very good to us—" The breathless sheriff lowered his head, as if something had dripped onto the plate in front of him.

Yaya didn't speak, looking at the beef on the plate in front of her and was silent.

Yes, compared with the British and Boers, Roque is really good to the detectives, he never defaults when he should be paid, he does not have a separate restaurant for the detectives when he eats, and in the Johannesburg Police Station, where the Chinese police and the Boer police can go, the Zulu police can go, and it seems that there is no difference between the Zulu police and the Chinese police and the Boer police.

But Yaya knew that there was a difference.

These differences are not reflected on the surface, but in many unspoken rules that cannot be explicitly stated.

For example, even Yaya can't get the right to live in Ziwei Town.

For example, the Chinese police and Boer police in Johannesburg have basically become families, and the women are either Chinese or Boer, although many Zulu police officers have also become families, but their wives are all Zulu without exception, and no Chinese and Boers are willing to marry Zulus.

Although, in principle, both Chinese and Zulu are people of color.

For another example, some time ago, when fighting with the Boer guerrillas near Kimberley, one Chinese policeman was killed and two Chinese policemen were injured, and six detectives were killed and three detectives were injured on the detective team's side, although all the bodies were taken back to Johannesburg for burial, and the wounded were all admitted to Ziwei Town Hospital, but the Chinese policemen who were disabled by their injuries could directly retire and work in the Rock Gold Mine, and the detectives who were disabled by their injuries could only return to Zululand with a relatively generous pension according to the previous practice.

Isn't it fair?

It was already fair, because the pension was very generous, a world away from when I worked under the Boers and the British, and at that time there was no pension even if I was disabled by my wounds.

But—

But Yaya feels very bad, just like in this noisy canteen, it is clear that Yaya's table is only separated from the table next to Martin and their table by a passage, but Yaya feels that there is an invisible wall between them, and an abyss.

"Hey, Yaya, have you finished eating, let's go play football together after eating." Martin had already finished eating, and when he got up, he didn't forget to greet Yaya.

"It's over, I'll be right away." Yaya suddenly felt that it was nothing, Ziwei Town was very good, but Yaya really didn't want Yaya to settle in Ziwei Town.

There is not even a single Zulu in Ziwei Town so far, Yaya doesn't like to be looked at as an orangutan, if he can, Yaya would prefer that Roque can fight for Yaya in the city of Johannesburg for a community composed entirely of Zulus, Zulus, or happier with Zulus.

On the field inside the police station, 11 Chinese police officers and 11 Zulu police officers are fighting, this is the tradition of the police department, Chinese American police, Zulu police officers, and Boer police officers have their own teams, every day, the police officers who have no tasks will play football on the playground, which is also the happiest time of the day for Yaya.

Football is a team sport, and to kick the ball into the opponent's goal, it takes close cooperation between eleven people.

In 1862, the world's first football club was founded in Nottinghamshire, England, and from the second Olympic Games in 1900, football was included as an official Olympic sport.

With the British colonization of the Transvaal, football came to Johannesburg from England and became a favorite of the police.

Roque did not limit the love of football among the police, although the sports are more able to show the advantages of the Zulus, but the well-disciplined Chinese and Boer police have more advantages when playing football, and the Zulu police play football, which is basically a few blind kicks, with little team cooperation, and often the result of the 30-minute game is 5-0, or 6-0, and sometimes even more than 10-0.

And the inter-ethnic police are very important for the need for cooperation.

For example, the Chinese police, they are the best at countering violence with violence, almost all of the Chinese police have excellent shooting results, if they are in the expeditionary force, almost all of them can be regarded as accurate marksmen, so the best thing for the Chinese police in the execution of the task is to suppress from a distance, with accurate shooting, to defeat all the enemies.

The Boer police are relatively poor, perhaps because of the defeat on the frontal battlefield, which has led to a lack of confidence in the Boer police, who are restrained and indecisive in carrying out their tasks, and sometimes even fail because of hesitation.

Boer police officers also have the advantage of being the best at working together in small areas between three or five people, such as when searching a suspect's home or checking a horse-drawn carriage on the road.

The Zulu police are much more unrestrained, they basically have nothing to be good at, they can't shoot accurately, they can't cooperate, and sometimes they even have too much adrenaline, which leads to blood.

The advantages of the Zulu police are hard-working, not afraid of sacrifice, brave and fearless, and the individual combat effectiveness is strong, for the Zulu police, they seem to be doing everything as if they are joking, and they don't care much about life and death, perhaps for the Zulu police, death is the final relief.

Roque knew that in a short period of time, before the quality of the Chinese police improved to a certain level, at least there was no language communication problem, the Johannesburg Police Department could not do without Zulu and Boer, so Roque was also trying to find a way to make Chinese, Boer and Zulu work better together.

Football is just one aspect of it.

Today, Yaya and their luck were not good, and they were kicked 6 to 0 by the white team composed of Boer police.

Then the yellow team, made up of Chinese-American police, kicked the white team 3-0.

In the final matchup between the black team and the yellow team composed of Zulu police, although Yaya scored the only goal for the black team, the black team still lost by a disparity of 1-8.

After the game, the three teams went to the bathroom to take a shower, the bathroom is also shared, there are no racial restrictions, and hot water is provided 24 hours a day, which is one of the benefits of the police station.

"Martin, would you like to go to the police club for a drink later?" Yaya extended an invitation to Martin.

Since there is a miners' club, of course, there is also a police club, in fact, it is just a sign, not that the miners' club is only for miners, the police club is only for the police, relatively speaking, the police in Johannesburg still prefer the police club, because the owner of the police club is the deputy chief of the police Joe Russell, and the police can enjoy discounts when they go to the club to play.

"Yaya, you better save some money, don't throw all your hard-earned money into the kiln." Martin is welcome, the most Chinese police officers go to the Oak Bar for a drink after work, and never go to the police club.

The Oak Bar in Johannesburg, like the Oak Bar in Purple Town, is Roque's property, but Roque does not manage it directly, but Ida sends people to manage it, and now Oak Bar is also being corporatized, and Ida is preparing to package and sell the Elstie wine.

"Hahahaha, Martin, we Zulus are different from you Chinese, we have to have fun in time-" Yaya's seemingly hearty laughter was bitter.

Sometimes I have to admit that the Zulu people really can't be blamed for not being welcome.

In the case of the Johannesburg Police Service, because of the different division of labor, the police receive different salaries, but on the whole, the gap is not too large, compared with the lowest-paid Zulu police officers and the highest-paid British police officers, the difference is only five pounds a month.

Of course, the gap here is only on the surface, in fact, Zulu police officers often have to go out on duty and have the opportunity to make extra money, while British police officers mostly do administrative work and rarely have the opportunity to go out on duty, so all things considered, in fact, Zulu police officers often earn more than British police.

Surprisingly, although the salaries of Zulu police officers are not low, few Zulu police officers can save much money.

The payday of the Johannesburg Police Service is the 10th of each month.

After the paycheck, the Chinese police officer will take all the salary home and give it to his wife.

The Boer police would leave some money and then take most of their salary home to their wives.

When the British police get paid, they will go to the bar for a drink and then hand in as much as they have left.

Zulu police officers are the most, and most Zulu police officers go to police clubs when they get paid and give all their money to police clubs.

Basically, the salary will be paid on the 10th, and around the 15th, the Zulu police department will be able to spend all the salaries and then come back to work honestly.

Is it pathetic?

It's sad.

Pathetic?

Not worth the pity!

This is the reason why Zulu police officers are not liked, they often give people the impression that they cannot be trusted, have no plan for their own life, have no requirements for themselves, have no pursuit of the future, but are very strict with others, lenient and self-disciplined, strict discipline is the label of Zulu police officers.

It is a very strange situation that in Johannesburg, when the Chinese need help, they will look for the Chinese police for help.

When Boers need help, they seek out Boer police for help.

When the Zulu miners in Johannesburg, or the Zulu farmers around Johannesburg, need help, they often do not go to the Zulu police, who are also Zulu, but to the Chinese or Boer policemen who never give them a good look, which fully proves that the Zulu police are unreliable, and even they themselves do not trust each other.

"Listen to my Yaya, take the money home and give it to your wife, the women in the police club will not give you children, and when your money is spent, I will not lend you money." Martin is actually very rich, he has a vineyard in Oak Town, a farm next to Ziwei Town, and a house in Oak Town, Ziwei Town, and Johannesburg City.

When it comes to borrowing money, the Zulu police also have a criminal record, and when they borrow money, they always say that they are extremely miserable, and once they get the money, they will spend all their time drinking and drinking, and they will not pay back the money as soon as they are paid the next time, and they will continue to borrow when the salary is spent.

Of course, the few Zulu police officers who borrowed money and did not pay it back were severely cleaned up by the Chinese police and the Boer police, and since then, this kind of thing has been much less.