It's not that Roque is not rigorous, it's that everyone in the room is very weighty, and when a minister, a first secretary of the federal government, a mayor, and an industry leader agree on something, then there is no room for change in the matter.

The results are indeed shocking, 15 of the 37 gold mines in the Rand mining area have been smuggled to varying degrees in the past two years, and the largest smuggling occurred in the Zanggerwell gold mine under the name of Anglo-American Mining Company, on December 15 last year, the Johannesburg Police Department and the umbrella company jointly operated, A one-time seizure of 1.5 tonnes of smuggled gold at the Johannesburg railway station was disguised as ore in an attempt to be transported by train to Durban for loading, resulting in a seizure of the goods, although the owner of the cargo absconded and has not yet been caught, but the gold came from the Zangewell gold mine.

"A whole two hundred and five thousand pounds, these people are really greedy and shameless!" Marcus Beaufort is heartbroken, this is what was seized, and how many were not seized?

No one can tell.

"Mine closure, arrest, account checking, and if there are other criminal facts, they will be dealt with together." Roque did it in one go, and Anglo-American Mining Company was dead this time.

Enterprises in these years can't be checked, if you really want to check, there are problems everywhere, not to mention Roque's direct order, it must be the kind of investigation that picks bones in eggs, not to mention the gold mines here in Johannesburg, there must be concealment of output, tax evasion, abuse of miners, and environmental pollution.

There is no need for many crimes, one of the most common situations, most of the miners in Johannesburg are Africans, except for a few gold mines, most of the miners' living environment is very bad, and it is not uncommon for them to be abused, and even abuse to death is not uncommon, that is, Africans are not officially residents of southern Africa, so the Johannesburg city government turned a blind eye in the past, and really wanted to talk about it, Johannesburg's gold mine is counted as one, and no one wants to run.

The Rock Gold Mine has now also started to use African miners, but there is no way, most of the Chinese miners have already bought farms and become a new generation of farmers, and Roque can only hire Africans to mine.

Of course, the working conditions at the Rock Gold Mine are good for all the gold mines in Johannesburg, but accidents are still not inevitable.

The Locke Gold Mine compensates the miners' families after every accident, so the Locke Gold Mine has a good reputation within the Johannesburg Mining Union.

The worst of the worst is the gold mine owned by the De Beers Unified Mining Company.

"Yes, sir." Gao De couldn't help but be overjoyed when he left, as the chief of police, Gao De may not be able to get a separate gold mine, but it is still very possible to eat and get some shares with the mix, and the interests are all involved.

To Roque's surprise, the miners at the Marcellus gold mine did not agree to Roque's request.

They wanted to negotiate, but not in the place set by Roque, but in the Marcellus gold mines, and to invite Orange journalists.

This request was decisively rejected by Roque.

"Why do you have to be a reporter from Orange?" Roque was in a bad mood, originally thinking it was just a simple strike, but now it seems that there is indeed a hidden reason.

"The miners don't trust journalists outside of Orange—" The people who came into contact with the miners were sent by the Johannesburg Mining Union, and the miners refused to make contact with the police and the army.

"They can't even read a newspaper, so how do they know about the tendencies of the newspaper? Do they understand the word 'tendency'? Roque sneered, this request was a bit informative.

"Now is not the time to discuss this, do you want to agree to the miners' demands?" Xiao Si didn't care about the newspaper, and the Times was in Roque's hands, not much different from being in Xiao Si's hands.

"If you want to go to you, I'm definitely not going, is Aiden okay?" Roque was decisive, Aiden took the initiative to be sent to the door as a hostage after being kicked in the head by a donkey, so Roque would not make the same mistake.

Roque and Aiden also have a good relationship, they once fought together against the Boer coalition army, and they can be regarded as half comrades-in-arms.

Although Aiden's performance on the battlefield is not very good.

"Aiden's safety is fine, he eats and sleeps well, and the miners don't hurt him." Xiao Si was not surprised at all, the miners did not dare to hurt Aiden for fear of retaliation afterwards, don't look at Aiden who is often deflated in front of Roque, but for Xiao Si, Aiden is still a good subordinate.

It doesn't matter what the ability is, at least loyalty is fine.

In other words, to be the manager of De Beers Unified Mining Company in Johannesburg, Aiden's ability is still good.

Limited to commercial aspects.

"Tell the miners that if they don't agree to my request, they will be cut off from tomorrow without water and food." Roque was ruthless and didn't care whether Aiden was alive or dead.

At this time, you can't care, the more Roque cares, the more excessive the miners' demands will be, and in the end, they will completely collapse.

So it's better to harden your wrist at the beginning, to put it mildly, if Aiden hadn't taken the initiative to send it to the door, Roque would have ordered a strong attack by now, and the management of the Marcellus gold mine would have fled as early as the beginning of the strike, so that people would not be left as hostages.

"Okay." Xiao Si is not stupid, although strikes are rare in southern Africa, but they are normal in Europe and the United States, otherwise Xiao Si would not be so resistant to trade union organizations.

The person assigned by the Johannesburg Mining Union to contact the Marcellus gold miners is called Lulu, who is half white and is a rare black and white mixture, I have to say that the African genes are indeed strong, at least from the outside, Lulu's African ancestry is still obvious.

It's not a black shiny one, but a slightly frosted one.

In the eyes of other white people or Chinese, Lulu is a standard African, but Lulu never thinks so, and Lulu firmly believes that he should be classified as a civilized person, so his style of dressing is similar to that of white people.

When he came to the Marcellus gold mine again, Lulu still rudely refused the miners who tried to inspect Lulu: "Get out of here, Nigo-"

It's uncivilized.

"Man, you'd better figure it out, the knife is in my hand now-" The miner's face was ugly, and he really couldn't see it if he didn't look closely, the color was too heavy.

"So what, if you dare to kill me, the military police outside will rush in immediately, and then all of you will have to die." Lulu has no fear, not because of Ruludo's bravery, but because the blockade outside the mine has given Lulu great confidence.

Just behind Lulu, four armored vehicles lined up, machine gun shooters on the cars were eyeing the tiger, behind the armored vehicles were professional soldiers who were waiting for battle, farther away was a cordon set up by the police, and there were patrolling mercenaries on the outermost perimeter, once the negotiations broke down, or the order was given, or the striking miners walked out of the mine, they would be mercilessly attacked by the army.

"Let him come here—" A strong, shirtless African man waved.

"More, you are not qualified to make a request to Lord Nyasaland, and I advise you to accede to Lord Nyasaland's request, or else you will be cut off from tomorrow without food and water." Lulu was simple and direct, and his gaze at the bare-chested strong man was full of disdain.

"Lord Nyasaland isn't worried about us killing those white men?" Moore's face was ugly, but he wasn't much surprised.

"Find out that Lord Nyasaland is Chinese." Lulu shook his head, he was really concerned about the color of his skin.

"What about the Chinese? They're not white! Mohr's voice was not high, and he was obviously a little weak-hearted.

"There's no point in arguing on this issue, Moore, listen to me, you'd better accept Lord Nyasaland's suggestion, in fact, if you want me to say, Lord Nyasaland has shown enough sincerity, you can send representatives to the Johannesburg City Council to negotiate, Lord Nyasaland himself will participate, think about it, if it weren't for this, you would never have had the opportunity to enter the Johannesburg City Hall in your life." When Lulu said this, he was a little envious of Mohr.

But there aren't many, maybe Moore still has illusions in their hearts, but Lulu knows that the miners here must have a lot of trouble in the future.

Whether there is a future or not is two different things.

"We can't go, if we get out of the mine, we'll be shot by the army."

"When you negotiate, you don't—"

"Will there be a reporter there?"

"I think there will be—"

Other Africans were immediately talking.

"Are there any journalists involved?" Moore finally thought about it.

"Yes, but not a reporter from Orange, but a reporter from The Times, do you know the Times? It was the largest circulation newspaper in the British Empire. Lulu was disdainful and wanted to ask Moore if he could understand it, but he didn't ask after all.

"You'd better accept Lord Nyasaland's request, Lord Nyasaland, unlike the weak French, know how many whites died at the hands of Lord Nyasaland during the Boer War? The commander-in-chief of the Boer coalition was killed by Lord Nyasaland himself, so if you want to threaten Lord Nyasaland with me, then you are wrong, Lord Nyasaland never accepts any threats. "The miners did not abuse Aiden, Aiden was actually at the scene to listen and express his opinions.

"Moore, we can't trust them—" Someone was adamant.

"And what do you want? Just stay here and wait to die? Don't forget to cut off food and water from tomorrow, and if you really want to die, I have more than 2,000 people to bury me, and I have no opinion. "Aiden is also big-hearted, otherwise he wouldn't have fainted and offered to be sent to the door as a hostage.

"If I cut off one of your hands, do you think Lord Nyasaland would grant my request?" Moore took a different approach.

"Who knows, maybe, maybe not, you can try-" Aiden is also not afraid of death, and there is no blood yet, so the military police outside can maintain restraint, otherwise they really think that Roque is so good at talking?

Naive!