Including Buck, there were a total of six people in the Liangguang Guild Hall.

Buck's family of three, as well as a Boer woman with a child who Buck took in, and a Chinese who was disabled by his injuries and ruthlessly abandoned by the mine owner.

The moment he saw the Liangguang Guild Hall, to be honest, Roque was a little disappointed in his heart.

Different from the magnificent guild hall that appeared in film and television works, Barker's Liangguang Guild Hall is a very ordinary private house on the side of the street, with no eaves and arches, no carved beams and painted buildings, and even the signboard is just a simple wooden sign.

Although the signboard is a bit simple, it hangs at the door in a regular manner, square, horizontal and vertical.

Roque jumped off the horse and took the initiative to extend his hand to the somewhat restrained Buck: "Hello, my name is Roque." ”

Buck's nervous hand didn't know how to put it, the hand holding the handle of the gun was sweating profusely, rubbing it on his clothes, Buck reached out and shook it with Roque: "Hello, my name is Buck." ”

Different surnames, but the same name, then even if it is - 250 years ago it was the same?

On the streets of a foreign country, when two Chinese meet, a cup of tea is indispensable.

Of course, there is tea here in Buck, and it is also native to the Qing Dynasty, not the kind of Indian black tea that the British often drink.

"It's really making you laugh, the humble house is shabby, the hospitality is not good, and I hope the inspector won't be surprised." Buck was polite, but Roark almost lost his temper.

I'm really used to listening to English, a simple greeting, but it's Roque's long-lost native accent.

"Just call me Roque, I really didn't expect that there would be a guild hall in Johannesburg-" Roque really didn't expect that Roque used to think that the entire Cape would be just Roque and their hundreds of Chinese.

Speaking of the guild hall, Buck immediately opened the conversation.

They deceived us Chinese to Johannesburg, saying that it was ten yuan per person per month, but they set up a clever name and arbitrarily withheld the salaries and rations of the Chinese workers, and the Chinese workers had to work more than 10 hours a day, 6 days a week, but the wages were extremely low, and they only received a set of clothes and rationed food, and some Chinese laborers could not earn a penny from exhaustion, and the mines could dispose of and abuse the Chinese laborers at will, fines, whipping, fasting, extended working hours, and increased tasks. There were more than 1,500 Chinese in Johannesburg last year, and now there are less than 1,000 left, except for those who fled Johannesburg because of the war, most of them are dying of exhaustion—"Buck's description of the situation is shocking, and if it is really like Buck said, then in Johannesburg, the status of Chinese workers is not even as good as that of the Zulus.

"What's the deal with 'deception'?" Roque's focus is still keen.

"It's a 'cheat', but it's actually a 'buy', there are more and more gold mines in Johannesburg, and the number of miners is seriously insufficient, in the past, the Transvaal Republic stipulated that a Boer should be hired in a mine, and the daily salary of a Zulu could not be less than 2 shillings, so those mine owners hit us Chinese with crooked ideas, I know that there is a guy who works in the Kailuan coal mine in the Qing Dynasty, and he sold the workers of the Kailuan coal mine to Johannesburg-" Buck gritted his teeth.

"Qing people?" Roque is not surprised, the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, there are not too many snakeheads and human traffickers, and they have not disappeared in the twenty-first century.

"Americans!" Barker's answer was unexpected.

"Americans?" Roque was surprised, what is the United States going on here?

"Yes, it's the American, Herbert Clark Hoover, probably in his twenties, the general manager of the Kailuan Coal Mine—" Bark's voice was not loud, but Rock had ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping through him.

Who was Herbert Clark Hoover?

The 31st President of the United States!

Calculating the time, Hoover at this time, probably just graduated from college, but he didn't expect to be the general manager of the Kailuan Coal Mine, and what is even more unexpected is that Hoover is still a notorious human trafficker-

It's still a trafficker who specializes in selling Chinese laborers.

It's really special, holding a Chinese job-

That's not right, Hoover was serving the bowl of the Qing Kingdom, and Roque never thought that the Qing Kingdom could represent the Chinese.

"Where is Hoover now?" Roque didn't hold out much hope.

"It's in Johannesburg!" Barker's answer made Roque very excited, if Hoover was in the Qing Kingdom, Buck still couldn't take Hoover, and now the Hoover people are in Johannesburg, which is directly sent to the door: "The war is over, the gold mines are going to reopen, a large number of workers are needed, Hoover has come to negotiate business with these mine owners——"

"Do you know where Hoover lives?" As long as you find someone, Roque has a way.

"It's at the Golden Hill Hotel—"

Roque is simply thunderous, and the Jinshan Hotel is the hotel where Roque lives.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

——

The sun had risen as high as two treetops, and Phyllis, who had been so excited yesterday, had just gotten up.

After groping around with her eyes closed, Phyllis spent half an hour dressing up before she knocked on Roque's door.

"The Inspector is out in the morning, Miss Phyllis, you'd better stay at the hotel, and if you're going out, remember to call me along." Roque didn't forget about Phyllis and left the commandos in the hotel.

"Okay, I'll wait for Locke to come back." Phyllis was suddenly disinterested, and her eyebrows drooped to eight twenty.

In Roque's absence, Phyllis wandered aimlessly into the dining room, ready to grab a bite to eat.

It was close to noon, and there were still a lot of people in the restaurant, some were dining, some were chatting, most of them were men, only a few Boole aunts were waiters, and Phyllis had just appeared, and she immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

Well, beautiful women are the center of attention wherever they go.

"A cup of tea, plus a matcha biscuit." Phyllis didn't want to eat too much, so she had to keep her stomach and wait for Roque to come back and eat together.

After ordering the meal, Phyllis boredly fiddled with a gold coin worth one pound, which was the one used by Roarke to conjure magic.

Thinking of the magician Locke, Phyllis couldn't help but smile.

This makes it even more appealing.

"Excuse me, can I sit down?" Immediately there are guys who feel good about themselves.

"No, I'm waiting for someone." Phyllis still had a smile on her lips, so even if she refused, it didn't have much power.

"Are you waiting for me?" The guy who feels good about himself feels that his blood is boiling, and a beauty of Phyllis's level is really rare, especially since this is Johannesburg.

"Don't be sentimental, no one is waiting for you." Phyllis's eyes immediately turned cold, even if the palm-sized little face was as cold as ice, it couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of some guys.

Iceberg Beauty——