Prison is indeed a magical place, and in just a few hours, Randall Lindbergh actually felt like a human being again.

"Port Elizabeth is a private property, keep a low profile here, and congratulations, Mr. Lindbergh, you are now the most expensive employee of Standard Oil." Christopher Arnold is not angry, a thousand pounds is too expensive, and even a big company like Standard Oil will feel the pain.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to do that either." Randall Lindbergh's apology was all blamed for his unbridled words.

Because the riots in Ahvaz were not over, Randall Lindbergh was also arranged to stay at the Rhodesia Hotel temporarily.

A room with Hank Wesley.

Randall Lindbergh is very well-behaved now, honestly followed the waiter to his room, did not forget to say "thank you" to the waiter, and gave a shilling tip, which is a habit only Americans with deep pockets, and Randall Lindbergh never did this before.

Thinking of Hank Wesley, who seems to be a big grin, but is actually cautious, Randall Lindbergh is in a bad mood, Americans are too chicken thieves.

"Hahahaha, Randall, you're welcome out of prison, do you want to take a shower to get rid of bad luck-" Hank Wesley had just come out of the bath, and he didn't even have a bath towel, and his body hair was so thick that he wanted to shave him with a razor.

"Hank, can you wear a dress?" Randall Lindbergh was upset, and there was a reason why Americans were not popular with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"What does it matter? It's just the two of us, and my sexuality is absolutely normal. Hank Wesley didn't realize it was an act of faux pas, let alone an offense to Randall Lindbergh.

"Even if it's just you, you should be disciplined." Randall Lindbergh was on the verge of a breakdown, and no one cared about Hank Wesley's sexuality.

"Relax Randall, this is not a public place, you don't need to tense your nerves all the time, try to relax, think of yourself as an undesirable American, and you'll find a new door open in front of you." Hank Wesley means that the Americans who are not popular in Europe are at home in Port Elizabeth, and the real British are deflated when they first arrive in Port Elizabeth, just as Randall Lindbergh dislikes Hank Wesley's big grin, and Hank Wesley doesn't like the self-righteous Randall Lindbergh.

Randall Lindbergh is not a bad person, but he likes to educate others a little bit, and he demands his own standards from others everywhere, which is actually very annoying, even if Randall Lindbergh is right, Hank Wesley will not change himself.

Although Randall doesn't like Hank, he has to admit that the impolite Americans do look happier, and when Randall comes out of the shower, Hank is already asleep on the bed closer to the window, Randall is not in the mood to care about this, he is also physically and mentally exhausted now, and just wants to sleep well.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Randall was woken up by the movement of Hank getting up.

"Can you lighten up, I'm still sleeping—" Randall got out of bed furiously.

Hank immediately took a tiptoe pose, but the volume didn't decrease at all: "The restaurant at the Rhodesia Hotel is only open until nine o'clock in the evening, do you want to have a bite to eat and then go to the bar for a drink?" ”

"Why don't I give money to Africans—" Randall said decisively.

"Meals are already included in the cost of the room—" Hank reckoned that Randall hadn't stayed at a Rhodesia hotel before.

Then don't eat for nothing, Randall will definitely not be cheap Southern Africans, when they arrive at the restaurant, they are still picking, the bread is too hard, the fruit is not fresh enough, the fish is too old, the steak is not tender enough, the red wine that accompanies the meal is actually produced in Cape Town and not in France, I am really sorry for the three pounds a day room fee at the Rhodesia Hotel.

"Can you say a little less about Randall, what you just ate is already about the same as the house price." Hank eats a lot, the duplicitous British are really annoying, and there are still many people in this world who can't eat.

"If it's in a normal restaurant, such a meal is a pound at most." Randall disdains it, the pound is still very valuable now, the average restaurant only costs five or six pence for a steak, the price of a steak in the Rhodesia Hotel is two shillings, a grilled fish is almost one shilling, and the Rhodesia Hotel costs four shillings, which is already very expensive.

But to tell the truth, the chef at the Rhodesia Hotel is still very good, there are a lot of spices in the grilled fish, the fish itself is not valuable, the spices are expensive, and you can eat fruit in the desert, what else is there to be picky.

"But you have to eat three meals a day." Hank is welcome, the British are hypocritical, and the GDP of the United States surpassing that of the United Kingdom is not pie in the sky, it is the Americans who have dried it bit by bit, so Hank does not like Port Elizabeth, but he does not hate it, it is more like the United States than the United Kingdom.

In addition to Hank and Randall, there are other people dining in the restaurant, everyone looks happy, it is a luxury to be able to eat in a restaurant in this era, so many people dress very ceremoniously, like attending a wedding, Randall thinks it is etiquette, but Hank doesn't care, so Randall is also wearing a suit, Hank is a shirt and jeans, as if he has just finished herding a cow.

However, Randall, who was dressed in a suit, was not treated very well by the restaurant, and Hank, who was dressed casually, was not turned away, and Randall still had to pay for an extra dinner when he asked for it.

"Sorry, there's only one free dinner, and you'll have to pay extra if you add more." The waitress in a maid's costume only knows this sentence in English, obviously memorized it in advance, and I don't know how many times a day I have to repeat it.

"You're going to have to pay extra, your boss is really slamming the door—" Randall blurted out before realizing that he seemed to have said the wrong thing again.

Fortunately, it was obvious that the Persian waiter did not understand Randall's slang.

Hank smiled and looked lively, the Rhodesia Hotel was a slammer, and Randall was scheming, which was very British.

"Give us two more glasses of wine, I'll pay." Hank is generous, a glass of wine is a shilling, so you can't drink more, and a glass of wine will have to talk for at least half an hour to be worth the cost.

By the way, although dinner is free, the utensils in the restaurant are paid, so it costs a lot of money for a meal for the British who don't like to tip.

Rhodesia hotel cutlery is also only charged outside of Southern Africa, and in Southern Africa, Rhodesia hotel cutlery is not charged.

"Thank you." Randall, who had a short mouth, thanked him politely, but at this time he didn't care about it anymore.

"It must be said that although the wine here is not made in France, it has a good taste and aftertaste, and it is cheaper than French wines." Hank actually knew what Randall was willing to hear.

"Yes, that's what French pride is." Randall raised his glass to Hank.

"Why would you accept an offer from Standard Oil? If you go to the umbrella, are they not welcome? Hank was normal for only three seconds, and the next sentence immediately revealed Randall's scar.

"The Umbrella is a mercenary company, and the oil fields in Port Elizabeth belong to the Adan company." Randall corrected that the Adan company is not well-known in the outside world, and there are very few people outside the industry who know about this company, but the Adan company is well-known in the industry, and as long as they understand the strength of the Adan company, they will be in awe of this huge complex that has just appeared for a few years.

The Adan Company is not only an oil company, but also a giant in production, trade, transportation and other business methods, Port Elizabeth is now managed by the Adan Company, as well as the once invincible Dutch East India Company and the British East India Company.

Both the Dutch East India Company and the British East India Company, which had disappeared for many years, had reappeared on the peninsula, and the symbol of the Adan Company was a crouching lion, not the kind of tooth and claw that the British coat of arms adorned, but the calmness of the hidden presence was more impressive.

"Then why not Adan Corporation?" Hank asked, according to British standards, Standard Oil is an American company, and Adan is a standard British company.

"Adan is a Southern African company, a company that is notoriously xenophobic and repels even whites in southern Africa, let alone those outside of southern Africa." Randall didn't want to admit that he was rejected by Adan because of his own strength.

Then Randall was slapped in the face at the speed of light, and before the words fell, several people wearing the logo of Adan Company sat down next to him.

There are Chinese, and there are whites.

"Haya, is there anything to eat today?" These people are clearly regulars at the restaurant.

"There's roast duck!" The waiter, who was still with a straight face just now, smiled at this time.

Then the chef of the restaurant also took the initiative to come over and personally serve a few people, and almost the entire restaurant was watching.

Then the restaurant sold more than a dozen servings of roast duck.

Randall and Hank keenly noticed that the other people's table wine was a deep red wine, and that the table wine of the Adan Company members was a golden champagne.

Although Randall and Hank were still discussing the fact that there is no difference between southern African wine and French champagne, the fact is that the visuals are obviously different.

If he had just disembarked, Randall would have questioned why the restaurant was treated differently.

Now Randall has learned to be obedient, existence is reasonable, don't question at every turn, since you can't change the environment, you must take the initiative to adapt to the environment.

Hank was more active than Randall, and after two or three sentences, he was invited by a few people next to him, and then Hank and Randall sat among several Adan employees with their cups in their hands.

This is not considered to be an invasion of the enemy.