In Bobby Holt's understanding, it was not normal for the town of Purple to accept Zulu talents, and at this time in London, Zulus could not eat in the same restaurant as white people, could not use the same bathroom, and even the coachmen of public carriages would refuse Zulu people.

As long as there are Zulus on the public carriages, then there will be no more whites on the buses.

"The second principle is that no homeless people are allowed in Ziwei Town, even white homeless people." Buck continued to raise his fingers.

"Why?" Bobby Holt couldn't understand this time.

Wandering seems to be a normal thing for white people, and there are even examples of entire peoples in Europe wandering, not just Gypsies, but Jews as well.

Comparatively, Johannesburg has more homeless people.

After all, Johannesburg is rich in gold, so there aren't too many gold prospectors wandering around Johannesburg.

There are also many new immigrants who have just arrived in Johannesburg, who were originally in Europe, homeless, or exiled to Johannesburg for crimes, and these people are penniless, without food and clothing, and it is normal for them to be homeless.

It can be said that most of the time, the whites in the colonies, except for the military and government officials, are the case for most whites, so on this issue, in fact, most of the time the colonies do not have much choice, it is good if someone is willing to come to the colony, as for whether it is a homeless or not, I really don't care.

"There is no shortage of immigrants in Ziwei Town, so we don't have to take in homeless people, you can also see that Ziwei Town is very prosperous now, very beautiful, and has good prospects, so if we open the door, then it won't be long before the whole town will be full of homeless people, and when the time comes, will Ziwei Town still be as beautiful as it is now?" Roque has patience, and this issue must not be ignored.

"Okay, I understand." Bobby Holt doesn't question Roque's words.

Since Roque explained it clearly, Buck stopped explaining and continued to raise his fingers.

But obviously the third finger was already erected, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't speak.

"No, just two principles." Buck is a little embarrassed, this oolong is a bit big.

Roark couldn't help but laugh, but Bobby Holt didn't, but it was hard.

"By the way, your salary, Bobby, during the probationary period, your salary is 120 pounds, according to the regulations, after the three-month probationary period, the salary after the regularization is 200 pounds, but you are recommended by Sir Locke, so there is no need for a probationary period, start work tomorrow, is there a problem?" Buck pulls Bobby Holt's attention back.

"No problem." Bobby Holt is happy.

It sounds like a lot of £200, but it's not much.

Bobby Holt is a graduate of Cambridge University, where he was free to pay tuition and rent, and received a scholarship of £80 a year.

Eighty pounds scholarship is already a lot, and at this time, a mature skilled worker in London earns eighty pounds a year.

"Okay, now I'll take you to your dormitory, the dormitory belongs to the town government, but if you want, you can buy the house, if you don't have money, you can advance it from the town government's account, you are a town government worker, in principle, no interest will be charged—there are no daily necessities in the dormitory, you may need to go to the store, you can call Sheriff Dunn to go with you, lest the store owner doesn't know you-" Buck rambled, he didn't know how rich Bobby Holt's net worth was.

Roque's promise to Nelson Holt at that time was that the Matilda gold mine made five percent of the profits, don't underestimate the five percent, and now the Matilda gold mine makes about 30,000 pounds a month, so Bobby Holt is an out-and-out rich man.

It is 30,000 pounds a month, and 5 percent a year is 18,000 pounds, and no more than 5,000 people in England can receive this income every year.

These 5,000 men included royalty, nobles, high-ranking government officials, local governors, and large merchants from all over the country.

Johannesburg's mine owners are of course included, after all, Johannesburg's gold mines are a real eye-catcher.

Therefore, no matter how high the output of the rock gold mine is, Roque does not dare to sell it, so he can only pile it in the basement, otherwise he will kill himself.

Later, Roque hosted a dinner for Bobby Holt in his home.

The chef is still Marvin, and Bobby Holt almost swallows his tongue, completely impressed by the food from the East.

After the meal, Roque invited Bobby Holt to his study, pulled out a share transfer agreement from the safe and handed it to Bobby Holt.

Lawyer, he is certainly no stranger to things like agreements, Bobby Holt's face was as usual, and he put on a professional posture, probably thinking that Roque needed him to provide legal services, and after reading ten lines at a glance, he was immersed in shock for a long time.

"It's your father's graduation gift to you, do you like it?" Roque had a good time.

"Sir Locke, I don't understand—" Bobby Holt had not yet recovered his composure, he did not know what the profits of Matilda's gold mines were, so he did not yet know how much he would get five percent a year.

"You don't need to understand, it's your father's deserve, but your father thinks it's better to put it in your name-" Roque didn't talk nonsense, took out a checkbook from the drawer, and signed a check: "This is your share last year, when you didn't graduate, so I didn't tell you, I made you a whole number, and the extra is interest." ”

Roque wrote a cheque for £5,000, and this year's share will not be paid off until early next year.

Bobby Holt was even more overwhelmed with the check, which cost £5,000 for a house in central London that year.

And if Bobby Holt had been working in London, he might not have been able to afford a house in central London in his lifetime.

"Lord Falvat was able to buy the Matilda gold mine thanks to your father's help." Roque's words explained some of the doubts in Bobby Holt's heart, which is actually a reminder that the specific details do not need to be said, as long as Bobby Holt understands that everyone is in the same camp.

"Lord Favart—" Bobby Holt didn't know Henry's title yet.

"Lord Favart, Henri Matilda—" Roque repeated Henry's name in full, which was the correct way to use a title of nobility.

Bobby Holt was dumbfounded, not quite digesting it all.

"Lord Favart, me, and your father, we are old friends, although we haven't known each other for a long time, we hit it off at first sight, so you don't have to worry about it in Ziwei Town, if you have any questions, you can always come to me." Roque posed as an elder.

"Thank you, Sir Locke." Bobby Holt's thanks are indeed heartfelt.

It was getting late, and it was inconvenient for Bobby Holt to meet Ziwei Town.

Roque arranged for Bobby Holt to stay in the guest room, which could be heard through the door, and Bobby Holt tossed and turned for a night, and the next morning it was really dark circles.

It is normal that even if you are a graduate of Cambridge University, it is not easy to be promoted to high society with your own efforts in this life.

It's much easier now, a middle-class Cambridge graduate and a Cambridge graduate are very different.

Bobby Holt was glad to have listened to his father and returned to Johannesburg.

Before Roque could go to work, he received a call from Owen that Mr. Mayor wanted to see him.

After a hurried breakfast, Roque didn't even have to ride a horse, and the mayor's mansion was just a few steps away from Roque's house.

Phyllis is playing ball with the big guy on the lawn, don't think about it, it's a game in which Phyllis throws the ball out and the big guy picks it up.

When she saw Roque, Phyllis's eyes smiled into slits, and the big dog was stunned, and actually barked at Roque.

Roque was so angry in his heart, and he was about to teach the big man a profound lesson, but he saw the big man running over with his head and tail, and then put the ball in his mouth at Roque's feet.

This is to let Roque play with it.

Roque flew up and kicked the ball into the pool—

The big man's eyes were very sad, and he squatted stupidly by the pool and twisted his head to look at Phyllis at one hundred and eighty degrees.

Phyllis didn't look at the big guy, her eyes were on Roque, happy and tender.

Roque pointed upstairs.

Phyllis nodded.

There was no communication between the two, everything was silent.

"Sir Locke, there have been more and more Boers in Johannesburg lately, what do you think?" Philip is still the same, I don't know if I saw the scene just now.

"I've talked to Colonel Marcos Lloyd of the Royal Canadian Corps, and Colonel Marcos Lloyd will vacate some of the concentration camps, and we need to build a full-fledged prison, which will be of great use in the future, even if it is not needed now." Roque's attitude was absolutely tough, and in Roque's vision, there was no room for Boers in the future Johannesburg.

"Thrown directly into a concentration camp? Wouldn't it be inappropriate? "Home Affairs Commissioner Blake Nelson was also there.

"It's not appropriate, then it's better to deal with internal affairs." Roque will also shirk responsibility.

"Don't do that, Sir Locke, I didn't mean that." Blake doesn't pick up, what kind of jokes, on this issue, whoever comes up with the idea is unlucky.

Roque was reluctant to charge forward if he could.

But there is no way, history has proved that the British treated the Boers inappropriately after the war, and if they still follow the British treatment, then in a few years, Johannesburg, and even the Transvaal, will still be the world of the Boers, and there will be no change from before the war.

It cannot be said that it has not changed, compared with the pre-war period, the four colonies of the Cape after the war have been united, so when discussing the establishment of a federation, the Boers took away the ruling power of the Cape and Natal by virtue of their population advantage, and the British government can be said to have lost its wife and soldiers.

Therefore, it is not okay for Roque not to express his opinion on this issue, the British still have the weakness of the bourgeoisie in their bones, because Britain suffered heavy losses in the second Boer War, and Britain began to enter strategic contraction after the war, and then Britain will not care whether the Cape is controlled by the Boers or controlled by the British.

All the British government cares about is gold.

"Sir Locke, how sure are you about the Boers?" Philip was already aware of the impact of the Boers, and he certainly knew what was happening at the Matilda gold mines.

"If the city government is willing to cooperate, I am absolutely sure." Roque was confident, not faithful, and if the Boers returned to Johannesburg en masse, it would have the greatest impact on the Chinese Americans.

In fact, before the outbreak of the war, most of the gold mines in Johannesburg were controlled by the British, and most of the Boers ran farms.

Most of the gold mines were still in the hands of the British, but the farms had been transferred to the Chinese, so Roque had no way back and had to fight the Boers to the end.

"Then let it go, no matter what you do, I have only one request, absolutely not allow these Boers to affect what is now Johannesburg, no matter what, I want you to stop them out of Johannesburg." Philip was murderous, and the words that Roque had said to Henry still had a role after all.

As soon as he left the mayor's residence, Roque went to work, which was easy to say about dealing with the Boers, but difficult to do.

Roque first summoned the owners of hotels in Johannesburg, large and small, and announced to them the "Interim Regulations for the Management of Johannesburg Hotels".

Does it sound familiar?

Yes, that's what Roque is familiar with.

Speaking of which, it is really not good for foreigners to manage the city, many of their regulations are not unworkable, but the efficiency is too low, and any road construction must first investigate the public opinion for half a year, and then investigate the terrain for half a year, and finally make the design drawings and construction, often a year or two have passed.

In this way, democracy is indeed democracy, but the people near the road will have to endure a few more years of bad roads, and it may be that in this process, because of the disconsent of individual people, the construction will be interrupted, and this break is far away.

To put it bluntly, it is for the benefit of the few, and the interests of the majority must be sacrificed to accommodate.

In this way, the interests of the minority are guaranteed, but who will guarantee the interests of the majority?

So Roque doesn't care about this, now Johannesburg is still under military control, and Roque doesn't ask too much, but just requires all hotels to register the guests staying at the hotel and cooperate with the police when they investigate.

That's all.

Seems like it's going to be easy, isn't it?

Don't worry, accept these requests, then next, Roque has other demands, and eventually, Roque will turn all the hotels in the city of Johannesburg into the eyes of the police department, which is not difficult.

A very simple reason, because of the city's renovation of Johannesburg, the "illegal buildings" in Johannesburg have been almost demolished, and those Boers who fled Johannesburg before the war are now homeless and can only live in hotels in the city.

And the owners of these hotels, most of whom are British, and the hotels run by Boer owners have almost all closed down during the military administration.

It turned out that when the concept of "human rights" was not deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it was still easy for the police department to do things, and the next night, Roque knew how many Boers there were in Johannesburg, in fact, there were only about 100 people at full capacity.

It's all in a hurry to come back and eat crabs.