Said may not understand military affairs, but there must be people around Said who understand military affairs.

Some things are just layers of window paper, which are unfathomable before they are pierced, and they are so after they are pierced.

Three days later, Saeed left Nyasaland.

Before leaving, Saeed gave Angel all the cars and yachts he had bought during this time, as well as the house and manor.

"That's it, I don't know when Saeed left, Saeed's lawyer found me at noon today, and I learned that Saeed gave me his car and yacht, as well as the house and manor, and I don't know what to do now, Saeed's lawyer doesn't know where Saeed went, it is said that he returned to Osman." Angel took the initiative to explain the situation to Roque, but it was not Angel who took the initiative to ask for it.

"It's okay, since it's given to you, then you can take it." Roque didn't take it to heart, Said was a big thing and didn't pay attention to it, and he didn't look at the cars, the manor or anything.

"What about the three hundred thousand rand—" Angel was weak-hearted, even the governor's son, three hundred thousand rand was too much.

"So much?" Roque was surprised, thinking that it was only tens of thousands.

"Five custom-built Lord cars, a 45-metre yacht, a house worth R150,000 and a suburban estate for at least three hundred thousand." Angel really feels hot, not to mention the 150,000 rand residence, there must be a premium component, but the 45-meter yacht, Anton can't afford it.

It is said that Saeed has not sat on it once since he bought it.

"That's a lot of money—" Roque, who finally knew why the Ottomans had died so simply, had only been in Los Angeles for a few days, and Said estimated that he had spent at least 500,000.

"That's why I'm afraid, this royal family member can indeed make it!" Angel still retains the simple values of the proletariat, unaware that she has become a member of high society.

"Then you can donate the yacht and the car, and that $150,000 home, is the price of Los Angeles already so high — oh, you can keep a car." Roque is still very good to Angel, and it is indeed very convenient for the couple to have a car.

"I have—" Angel was a little embarrassed, anyway, he was the governor's son, and he had a father-in-law who was the minister of education, and he could still afford a car.

Well, Roque didn't pay much attention to it, if Said succeeded in recovering the country, he would be given less of this little thing.

"What do you want to do next? Your marriage leave has expired, should you return to Somalia or stay in Los Angeles? "Roque has to continue to sharpen Angel, a good age to make achievements, and he can't waste time at home.

"Lord, I want to go to Port Elizabeth—" Angel had her own plans.

Roque was surprised, and then suddenly understood what Angel meant.

Yes, if Saeed wants to enlist the support of the Umbrella Company, he must go to Port Elizabeth.

"Think clearly, what should you do if you go to Port Elizabeth?" For Angel's sake, Luo Ke didn't feel good about separating from each other, and according to the custom of southern Africa, if Angel went to Port Elizabeth, then Qiao Jingyan would also go to Port Elizabeth.

"Jingyan will stay in L.A." A smile of mystery appeared on Angel's face.

Roque was puzzled.

"Jingyan is pregnant." The smile on Anqi's face spread uncontrollably, it had only been a long time since she got married, and she was really tight enough.

"Hahahaha, that's good—" Roque was very happy for his old friend, and Angel didn't have to say anything about his efficiency.

Since Angel is willing to go to Port Elizabeth, Roque has no objection, Southern Africa's attitude towards Said is very clear, he does not support it, and he does not oppose it, whether Said hires people from the umbrella or recruits mercenaries from Southern Africa, he has to pay, this is Said's private behavior, and it has nothing to do with Southern Africa.

This position has many advantages, first of all, it will not be because Said is at odds with the Entente, even if any mercenaries are killed or captured, it has nothing to do with the federal government of Southern Africa.

Secondly, this position can also be seen as a help to Said, and if Said succeeds, then Southern Africa occupies a moral height, which is more conducive to subsequent operations.

Finally, Said could also be used to weaken the Allies in the Ottoman power, and the more chaotic the Asia Minor peninsula was, the safer the two river basins would be.

On May 20, after half a month of wandering at sea, Beckland finally arrived at Walvis Bay in southern Africa.

At this time, there is already a direct route between Walvis Bay and Los Angeles, but only once a day, and the ticket price is as high as 15 rand.

However, Beckland did not buy the day's tickets, the tickets for the day and the next day were all sold out, for the rich, 15 rand is not expensive, for the rich, the plane from Walvis Bay to Los Angeles only takes six hours, the train ride takes a full five days, the rich people's time is more precious than money.

Knowing the difference in efficiency between flights and trains, Beckland simply booked a ticket for the third day and stayed at Walvis Bay for two days.

As the largest port on the west coast of southern Africa, Walvis Bay Port is becoming more and more prosperous, almost all the goods sent from southern Africa to Europe and the Americas need to be transferred from Walvis Bay, Walvis Bay Port 24 hours a day, waiting for the ships to enter the port stretch for more than ten kilometers in the outer port, and all the hotels in the port area are full all year round.

Now the Rhodesia Hotel is hard to find, and Beckland is unlucky, so he can only live in the Table Mountain Hotel, which is not as famous as the Rhodesia Hotel, but has more attentive service and lower prices.

The Table Mountain Hotel is Ada's property and is on par with the Rhodesia Hotel, which is known for its luxury and facilities, and Table Mountain for its convenience, convenience, and approachability.

Before staying at the Table Mountain Hotel, Bakeland was apprehensive.

Although this is the first time that Bakeland has come to southern Africa, the attitude of Europeans towards Americans is only bad, Bakeland has heard about it for a long time, and now there are still some restaurants in Paris that refuse to enter the Americans, and Bekeland is also worried about being rejected by the Table Mountain Hotel because of his identity.

It was clear that those worries were unwarranted, and Beckland was in good spirits by not being troubled and staying at the Table Mountain Hotel.

Either way, it's a good start.

After dinner, Beckland sat down at the hotel's Table Mountain Bar.

In Southern Africa, Table Mountain Bars are more famous than Table Mountain Hotels, and business is always so hot.

Beckland only needs a glass of wine, and it is becoming more and more difficult to drink alcohol in the United States, although Congress has not yet issued a "Prohibition", but two-thirds of the states in the United States have begun to ban the sale of alcohol, and only medical alcohol can be sold legally.

New York State has not yet begun to impose restrictions on alcohol, but New York State has the most fierce attitude, and the capitalists believe that workers' drinking will affect labor discipline and productivity, so they push Congress to formally introduce Prohibition at the federal level.

"Brother, you look a little face-" There were all kinds of people in the bar, and immediately a bald man in a vest came over to chat.

"Yes, I just arrived at Walvis Bay." Beckland smiled politely and raised his glass to the bald vested man.

"What are you doing in Walvis Bay? Need my help? It's not me bragging, in Walvis Bay, there's nothing I can't do. Billy boasted that no one with that much power would ever emphasize that.

"Take a break on vacation and see if there are any opportunities." Beckland doesn't easily confide in strangers about his purpose, and the adult world is cruel.

"Americans?" Billy must have been in contact with Americans, or he wouldn't be so sensitive to American English.

"No, I'm working in New York." Beckland is half-truthed.

"Oh, New York is a big city, how does the Big Apple compare to our Walvis Bay?" Billy sat down beside Beckland and put on a posture of long conversation.

"I'm sorry, I've just arrived at Walvis Bay and don't know enough about Walvis Bay." Beckland doesn't give his opinion freely, and he definitely feels that New York is better.

"Do you need a guide for a good walk around Walvis Bay?" Billy is passionate.

"No, thank you, I've just been on the boat for half a month, and I need a good rest in the hotel." Beckland wouldn't have looked for Billy even if he needed a guide.

"That's a shame, you should take a good walk around Walvis Bay, take a look, and then you'll discover the greatness of the city and fall in love with it." It can be seen that Billy is very proud of Walvis Bay, and Beckland can understand this feeling.

It's like any American is proud of New York.

Today, New York is still a model for urban construction in the world, and the "New York speed" of the past is also shocking to the world, and Manhattan in New York is now one of the most densely populated areas in the world, as is the area around Cecil Rhodes Square in Los Angeles.

After drinking a glass of wine, Beckland habitually pressed ten cents under the quilt and pushed it as a tip to the bartender, and then politely said goodbye to Billy.

"Wait, let's talk about another dollar—" Billy enthused.

Apparently not understanding the meme, Beckland hesitated for a moment and pulled out a dollar and put it on the bar.

Billy laughed and happily let Bakeland go.

In the middle of the night, Billy is suddenly awakened by a knock at the door.

"Who?" Billy sobered up instantly.

"Police raid, please open the door." The voice coming from the door was not friendly.

Bekeland muttered disgruntled as he got dressed, but before he could get dressed, the door suddenly opened, and Bekeland was pushed to the ground by the police who rushed in.

"Damn, what the hell are you guys going on—" Beckland was shocked, it was much worse than discrimination.

"Your name is Leo, Leo Hendrick Beckland?" The sergeant who led the team shouted and asked.

"Yes—" Beckland looked dazed.

"That's right, you're the one who caught you—" The sheriff who led the team waved his hand and ordered Beckland to be taken away.

"Why? Why do you do this? Beckland resisted desperately, and then was punched in the lower abdomen by a policeman, and immediately unable to say a word.