There is no doubt that the new tax officer was warmly welcomed by everyone in Ziwei Town.

On the second night of his arrival in Purple Wing, Dunn invited the new tax collector, Brad Shelley, to the Oak Bar for a drink.

"Why is it called the Oak Bar?" Brad was curious, there were no oak trees in Purple Town, except for Purple Trees, there were all kinds of fruit trees, and the name didn't quite fit the overall style of Purple Town.

It's surprising to say that as a rebuilt town, anyone who comes to Ziwei Town will have a strong sense of the overall style of this town.

Without exception, the first impression of Ziwei Town is definitely neat.

This is a neat and almost harsh town, the people who designed this town must have had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, all the residential houses in the town are exactly the same style of two-story wooden buildings, there must be grass in front of the house, there must be a garden behind the house, and even the path paved with stone slabs in the middle of the grass is exactly the same as how many stone slabs are used.

In addition to the style of the houses, the spacing of the purple trees in the town is also standard, no more than one kilometer on both sides of the central street, and one purple tree every ten meters, as if measured with a ruler.

All the pavement in Ziwei has been hardened, using brown granite from Basutolan, and the surface of the slabs has been carefully treated to prevent slipping, because of the unevenness, there is a certain massage effect on the feet.

In Ziwei Town, you will never see homeless people that are common in Johannesburg and Pretoria, Brad discovered this problem on the first day he came to Ziwei Town, Dunn explained to Brad that as long as homeless people are found in Ziwei Town, all of them will be sent to the mines of De Beers Unified Mining Company, whether they can't find a job or are unwilling to find a job, Ziwei Town will help them find a job.

The impression left by Ziwei Town is not only neat, but also clean, which not only refers to environmental hygiene, but also includes people's mental outlook.

In the town of Ziwei, there are hardly any obscene and rude Zulus, nor are there any poor Boers.

A small number of Zulu people are workers on the construction site, and because of their work, their clothes may not be so clean, but they must be neatly dressed, uniformly planned, not bare-chested, and not lazy, and it can be seen that they are quite responsible for their work.

As for the destitute Boers, they are very common in Pretoria or Johannesburg, but they are absolutely not seen in Ziwei Town, and no resident of Ziwei Town knows one thing, if they find a homeless person in the town, they can report it to the police station at any time, even London has not done it in every house, but it has been done in Ziwei Town.

Dunn explained that this is because most of the residents in Ziwei Town are police officers, and every household has installed telephones, so if the police station encounters an emergency, then they can use the phone to notify the police officers who are on duty at home to gather urgently, which greatly improves the efficiency of the police station.

Brad liked the explanation.

On his first day in Purple Town, Brad confirmed that he was in love with the town, and Brad wanted to ask Dunn about the housing prices in Purple Town, and if it was within Brad's acceptable range, Brad was ready to make his home in Purple Town.

"The Oak Bar is the property of Sir Locke, who used to work in Oak Town, Cape Town, which is also a war-abandoned town, and the name of the town is ' Coward's City', the Expeditionary Force Command sent all those shameful deserters to Oak Town, and after Sir Locke went to work in Oak Town, he completely rebuilt Oak Town, just like Purple Town, except that Oak Town is full of oak trees, the town is surrounded by vineyards, and the Aredi wine sold in the Oak Bar is produced in Oak Town, I will treat you to a drink later, you will definitely love it. Dunn explained in detail, with pride in his words.

"Sir Locke is such a great man." Brad couldn't help but sigh, this is really not a compliment, it is always more difficult to rebuild than to destroy.

"Of course the head is a good man, and that's why we respect him." Dunn pushed open the door to the Oak Bar, and music and noise erupted.

In 1877, the American inventor Thomas Edison invented the phonograph, and the following year, the record began to be mass-produced.

The Oak Bar was the first bar in Cape to use a gramophone to provide music, and due to the limitations of technology, a record could only play for about five minutes at this time, but it was just five minutes enough to make people fascinated, and many people lingered at the Oak Bar all night to listen to those wonderful music.

"Bill, bring me two Cape Town—" Dunn tossed six shillings at the bar, a price that shocked Brad a little.

Three shillings for a glass of wine, the price was too high for Brad, who had a salary of only £150 a year, £100 to support his family, and only £50 to give Brad free requirement.

50 pounds is a thousand shillings, and if you buy all the wine, there are probably only more than 300 glasses, which is not enough for one drink a day, which makes Brad, who is used to going to the bar after work for a drink, a little worried.

But soon, Brad was intoxicated with a wonderful cocktail, and the price of a glass for three shillings was a bit pricey, but it was worth the money.

Dunn is a regular at the Oak Bar and the sheriff of Purple Town, so people are constantly greeting him.

Dunn introduces Brad to everyone, and when he learns that Brad is the new tax collector in Ziwei Town, almost everyone treats Brad for a drink of Cape Town.

Brad was drunk and happy.

In the early morning, Brad was woken up from his sleep by the melodious birdsong outside the window, and the tax office in Ziwei Town was a private house, and the hall on the first floor was used for office, and Brad lived on the second floor.

Outside the window, there were knights passing by in the street, and the horses' hooves made a crisp sound on the stone slabs—

The new neighbor I met yesterday was the general manager of the Rock Gold Mine, and his seemingly gentle and virtuous wife was forcing his son to practice the violin in a stern tone—

A few children ran down the street noisily and shouting at each other, and the general manager's wife pushed open the window and roared—

Across the street is Sheriff Dunn's house, he has two South African mastiffs at home, it is said that they are police dogs eliminated in the police station, it is estimated that the dog bit the furniture in the house last night, and now the sheriff is scolding on the lawn -

The general manager's wife, believing that the sheriff's voice was affecting her son's violin practice, was negotiating with the sheriff in a gentle but resolute tone—

Brad decided to get up and make himself a hearty breakfast, and although his family was in England, Brad never treated himself badly.

"Brad, are you okay?" The sheriff led his two "sons" to the door.

"It's not good at all, I'm drunk." Brad felt a bit of a headache in his head, which was the after-effect of the cocktail.

"I'm sorry Mr. Brad, Dunn shouldn't have drunk you yesterday." A good-looking, hot-bodied woman follows Dunn into Brad's house.

"It doesn't matter, you weren't familiar with Cape Town yesterday, drink it again tonight and then you'll love it." Dunn laughed, looked back and saw the woman's eyes, and immediately took the initiative to restrain himself.

There are women, and sure enough, everything is in order, and the two trouble-loving South African mastiffs are honestly lying in the corridor, and they will not enter the house without the permission of their owners.

"Let me introduce you, this is my fiancée, Selma, who is the head nurse of Ziwei Town Hospital." Dunn took the initiative to introduce Brad to the amazing fact that he, a "hideous" guy, had such a wonderful fiancée.

Brad immediately realized that Thelma's English seemed to have a Boolean accent, and it dawned on him.

"Sit down, sorry, it's a bit shabby." Brad was a little scrambling, he had just settled in, and he didn't know where the tea was.

"Don't bother Mr. Brad, I warmed up some milk, just in time for hangover." Brad then noticed that Selma was still carrying a lunch box.

"Thanks—" Brad noticed, Dunn grimacing.

I opened the lunch box suspiciously, and it was indeed milk, and there was honey and eggs, which were all good things for decanting.

There is also a layer underneath the lunch box, and when opened, there is air-dried beef jerky.

"Beef jerky made from beef, which Thelma thinks is a hangover." Dunn winked his eyebrows, clearly disagreeing with this statement.

Beef jerky made from ram beef is usually only done by Italians, and Brad is acceptable, even if it can't cure hangover, it's good to eat as a snack.

Fortunately, it's not rabbit, cowboys in the western United States will use rabbit to make tea, thinking that this can cure hangover-

"I'm not going to work today, I'll make roast lamb chops and rabbit meat in the evening, if it's convenient for you, Mr. Brad, you can come and have a drink with Dunn, but don't drink too much." Thelma sends an invitation to Brad.

"Thank you very much, I'll be on time." Brad could already feel his taste buds jumping.

After Dunn and Thelma left, Brad began rummaging through boxes and cabinets for the bottle of champagne he had brought with him from England, supposedly from France.

The first time you visit someone's home, you must bring some gifts, a bottle of wine is the most suitable, neither expensive nor shabby, open at the table, but also enhance the friendship between friends.

Throughout the day, Brad was restless, donning his best outfit, a handmade suit he had made in London, which Brad thought was a grand invitation that had to be taken seriously.

It was indeed very grand, and when he went to Dunn's house in the evening, Brad found that the legendary "guerrilla nemesis", Sir Locke, the chief of the Johannesburg Police Department, was actually there.

This is not easy, Roque's current identity, ordinary people must not be invited.

Looking at Roque's position at the table, it is clear that Roque is very familiar with Dunn and Selma.

"Take a seat, Mr. Brad, I'll be waiting for you." Roark took the initiative to greet him.

Seeing Roque so enthusiastic, Brad felt good.