When the snow falls in the Anatolian highlands, Port Elizabeth, 1,500 kilometres away, is as warm as spring.

Winters in Port Elizabeth are short, only one or two months a year, and the minimum temperatures rarely fall below freezing.

After the outbreak of the World War, Port Elizabeth became the logistics supply base of the Southern African Expeditionary Force and the Allied Forces of the Sultanate of Najd, the city became larger and the market became more and more prosperous, before the outbreak of the World War, the permanent population of Port Elizabeth was less than 20,000, now it is more than 50,000, and at least half of the new population are Ottomans who took refuge in Port Elizabeth after the outbreak of the World War.

It seems amazing that during the World War, the Ottoman Empire and Port Elizabeth belonged to different camps, but the Ottomans chose Port Elizabeth as a place of refuge, and the Ottomans who came to Port Elizabeth were either penniless civilians or wealthy people with deep pockets, and the civilians lived in concentration camps, and they had to exchange their labor for the right to take refuge in Port Elizabeth, and the rich could buy houses in the city at a high price, but at the same time they had to pay a war tax equivalent to 50% of the price of the house.

In today's Port Elizabeth, an upscale residential area near the sea, one of the most expensive marble buildings can sell for £85,000, more expensive than any house price in London.

Even so, demand in Port Elizabeth is still in short supply, and many people have to stay in Rhodesia hotels, where two-bed standard rooms cost £1,500 a month, and the price of suites doubles.

The booming real estate industry has spawned a large number of real estate agents, many of whom are graduates of prestigious universities, such as Yilmaz, who was born into a family of landowners in the Ottoman Empire, studied at the University of Paris in France as an adult, and after the outbreak of war, Yilmaz came to Port Elizabeth to work in a real estate agency, and his boss was a Chinese mercenary for an umbrella company.

At the University of Paris, Yilmaz studied architecture, and has an understanding of various styles of modern architecture, the same building, other intermediaries can only read the information according to the book when introducing to the customer, whether the transaction can be made depends on the will of the pearl, Yilmaz can use his professional knowledge to introduce the advantages and disadvantages of the house very clearly, so that the customer has a better understanding of the house, so that the probability of the transaction is naturally greatly increased.

Now Yilmaz is the gold medal agent of the agency, only responsible for receiving high-end customers, Yilmaz's daily work is not only to show customers to see the house, but also to help those dignitaries who have just come to Port Elizabeth to solve all the problems related to clothing, food, housing and transportation.

With the invasion of Asia Minor by the Mediterranean expeditionary force, the number of high-ranking monks and nobles who had taken refuge in Port Elizabeth during this time increased, and Yilmaz today had to receive the heir of a marquis.

is not the first in line, the first in line will not leave the Ottoman Empire casually, even if the family perishes, it will be with the family, but the other heirs will continue to live, as far as Yilmaz knows, there are many Ottomans who have taken refuge in the United States, and even those who have taken refuge in the Russian Empire.

This is probably the reason for the longevity of the big family.

"Eighty-five thousand pounds is certainly not the most expensive house in Port Elizabeth, see that white marble building by the sea? It was prepared by the lord of the city for the Earl of Nyasaland, and there used to be an uninteresting fellow who wanted to buy the house, but only asked the price, and then no one saw him again. Yilmaz drove a Mustang sedan made in Nyasaland and introduced himself to the heir of the Marquis, who was named Saxian.

In the Ottoman language, Saxian means falcon and Yilmaz means never give up.

"Whew, damn it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't covet things that don't belong to you." Saxian is about the same age as Yilmaz, and he is now wearing the same suit and leather shoes as Yilmaz, which Yilmaz had just taken to Satnow's store to buy.

When you come to Port Elizabeth, you have to live according to the way of life in Port Elizabeth, when he first came to Port Elizabeth, he was still wearing a robe, but he couldn't even enter the door of the Rhodesia Hotel, and in Port Elizabeth, even the king of the Sultanate of Najd, Ali Rashid, wore Western clothes.

Of course, suits are not the mainstream clothing in Port Elizabeth, and the most common clothing worn by southern Africans in Port Elizabeth is the more casual and comfortable long-sleeved shirt and cargo pants, which are worn by the mercenaries of the umbrella company.

In order to live in Port Elizabeth, Saxian made changes not only in clothes, but also in the fact that his beard had just been shaved off, which cost a full ten rand, and Saxian didn't care about the money, and Yilmaz felt pain in Saxian's flesh.

Yilmaz usually gets a haircut in a barber shop in a small alley, and it only costs about a shilling each time, and the barber shop next to Itno is for the rich, and Yilmaz can't afford it.

"The house we're going to see now is in Queens, Port Elizabeth, and the price of the house is a little higher, but the setting is excellent—" Yilmaz seized the opportunity to explain.

"How tall is that?" Saxian directly interrupted Yilmaz's introduction.

"Twenty-five thousand pounds!" Yilmaz was apprehensive, and his eyes focused on Saxian's expression.

"That's not that expensive—you continue—" Saxian's expression didn't fluctuate at all, and he felt like the price of the haircut just now, the Marquis's heir was indeed rich.

"The environment in Queens was designed by senior designers in London, and the workers from southern Africa built it themselves—" Yilmaz breathed a sigh of relief, as if he didn't care, the house that Yilmaz had seen had already been seen by several people, but it had not been sold, and there were still not many rich people who could easily take out 25,000 pounds.

"Neighbors, the key is the neighbors, who are the neighbors of that house?" Sa's focus was different from that of Yilmaz, and he once again interrupted Yilmaz's words without politeness.

Yilmaz is used to it, relatively speaking, Sa is not bad, and the so-called "gentleman" Yilmaz, who greets relatives and elders at every turn, has not received it.

"It's all powerful and wealthy merchants from Constantinople, and you're sure to feel at home there—" Yilmaz was careful to flatter, and if Saxon was satisfied with Yilmaz's service, then after the transaction was completed, Saxon would tip more than the commission he received from the transaction.

"That is, are all my future neighbors Ottomans?"

"Yes, if you buy it-"

"No, I don't want that, find me a house that is a neighbor of a southern African, the British can't do it, it must be a southern African." Saxian doesn't seem to be as stupid as he seems, and here in Yilmaz, few people make such demands.

"The residential areas of southern Africans are not good enough." Yilmaz was surprised that the car had already pulled into Queen's Road, the main thoroughfare in Queens.

Admittedly, Queens is a good place, with wide roads, tree-lined trees, gardens and meadows, open-air cafes along the road, and parasols full of the mascot of the umbrella company, the fierce and goofy armed South African mastiff.

Just off the street, two mounted police officers on Arabian horses are patrolling, wearing traditional British high-topped leather helmets with the brim pressed down a little bit, and they have to raise their heads slightly when looking at people, giving the impression of arrogance.

Compared with the mounted police, the pedestrians on Queen's Road are quite modest, their eyes are calm when they look at people, and they are often accompanied by a flattering and humble smile when greeting people, which is very incommensurate with their figures.

Yilmaz didn't like the feeling either, as the two mounted policemen were Gurkha from India, and the dogleg knives at their waists were very prominent.

"Go to the southern African neighborhoods, preferably the Chinese ones," Saxian stressed again.

Yilmaz is not nonsense, the customer's request must be met unconditionally, the residential area of the southern Africans is not far from Queens, right next to the port, although the environment is not very good, but there is an amazing sea view.

Interestingly, in Port Elizabeth, the area where southern Africans gather is called the King's Quarter, and the main road is called King's Avenue -

The Mustang drove into King's Road, and the environment was exactly as Yilmaz said, giving people the first feeling that it was indeed not as good as Queens, at least the Mustang was not checked when he entered Queen's Road, but when he entered King's Road, he was checked by two patrolmen who also wore dogleg knives on their waists.

The patrolmen here do not ride horses.

"Sir, please show me your ID—" The patrolman stood straight, his saluting gesture standard, his gaze falling on Yilmaz's dark hair.

Yilmaz pulled out his temporary residence permit and handed it to the patrol officer.

After the patrol officer took it, his expression immediately changed subtly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Saxian wants to buy a house in the King's District."

The patrolman tilted his head and looked at Saxian with a scrutinizing gaze, his gaze not friendly.

At this time, another Mustang drove into King's Road, and the person in the driver's seat was also dark-haired, but wearing a white shirt and a pair of sunglasses.

The patrol officer stood up and saluted, the smile on his face almost tired of a person, and both Yilmaz and Saxian noticed that the patrol officer was on his hands when he returned his papers.

"Go ahead, settle down here, and I hope you are satisfied." The patrol officer returned the temporary residence permit to Yilmaz.

One-handed.

The Mustang started and moved on, neither Yilmaz nor Saxian spoke.

After a long time, Sa Xian muttered to himself, "That's why I have to live in the King's District." ”

Yilmaz nodded silently, if he could, he would also like to live in the King's District.

(Patrick is right, I've run out of manuscripts - but I won't wither, it's still three shifts today, blow out the cowhide first, and we'll talk about it if I can do it-)