In all of Southern Africa, Africans are probably the only group that is so passable and unmotivated.

In southern Africa, there have also been attempts to improve the living conditions of these Africans, but basically nothing happened, the federal government sent them clothes, they were very grateful, but the clothes were never washed until they were dirty, and they were thrown away until they were dirty and smelly.

When the federal government made compulsory education universal, schools were also built in Basutoland and Eswatini, but Africans in Basutoland and Eswatini did not send their children to school at all, and when investigators came to the door to count, Africans would even hide their children, insisting that they had no children at home.

In southern Africa, only Basutoland and Eswatini still need federal funding, and the other states are already self-sufficient.

"Those young people, they all look strong, why don't they get a job in a factory?" Guan Jing really doesn't understand why Africans are so lazy.

"Why should they look for a job, they don't need to work to fill their stomachs, and as for anything other than filling their stomachs, they don't care." Tata's expression was indifferent, and his gaze at the wall and the row of Africans was no different from looking at a cat or a dog.

"That's because they haven't really enjoyed life—" Guan Jing thinks it's not the real reason, who doesn't want to live in a big house and drive a car.

"Maybe, if they lived in Los Angeles, maybe they would have worked harder, but this is Eswatini, and there are people in this tribe who work in Favart's factory, and a few young people came back from Favart a few years ago and brought back some clothes and food, but those clothes and food were all wiped out by these people, and no one has come back in recent years, and people leave here every year, but they have not been heard from." Tata is an African, and he knows the situation of these tribes better, and it is really not something that can be said clearly in a sentence or two for Africans to fall to the point where they are today.

When he came to the chief's house in the center of the tribe, it was just a thatched house a little larger than the other thatched houses, and what impressed Guan Jing was not the chieftain who only had an animal skin around his waist that was not much wider than his waist, but a large group of wives and children of the chief.

When Guan Jing and Tata entered the door, the chief asked his wife and children to avoid it, it was really a huge group, Guan Jing roughly estimated that there were more than a dozen wives alone.

Tata was accustomed to seeing it, and when the sleepy-eyed chief sat down on a piece of animal skin, he immediately presented the gift that Guan Jing had prepared for the chief.

By Guan Jing's standards, this gift was a bit rudimentary, except for two bottles of wine, only a large box of tobacco.

When he saw the tobacco, the chief immediately sobered up and said a lot of words to Guan Jing, but Guan Jing didn't understand a word.

"The sheikh asked if you wanted to smoke—" Tata translated, adding that this was the main reason why Africans could not integrate into southern Africa, and even the chiefs could not speak English, let alone ordinary Africans.

Guan Jing shook his head and motioned for the chief to take care of himself.

The chief shouted at the top of his voice, and immediately two Africans rushed from the next room, one with an unusually richly decorated eye bag in his hand, and the other with a box of matches.

A breathtaking smoking show begins, the chief holds the cigarette pouch in his mouth, one African quickly lights it for him, the other half-kneeling with his arms straight underneath, the chief takes each puff, the African with the cigarette pouch wastes no time in taking the cigarette pouch out of the chief's mouth, and after the chief has swallowed the smoke freely, he quickly and accurately puts the cigarette holder into the chief's mouth as respectfully as a carpenter takes a tenon.

It's so seamless, and at first glance it's well-trained.

From beginning to end, the chief always squinted his eyes, except for his mouth and chest heaving, like a bodhisattva, he remained immobile from beginning to end, and his eyelids did not bother to lift.

After smoking, the chief finally cheered up and listened to Tata explain Guan Jing's intentions.

After Tata finished speaking, the chief was noncommittal, and it took a long time to squeeze a few words out of his teeth.

"Chief Deacbe means that the compensation given by the Eswatini government is too small, and the surrounding 1,000 square kilometers belong to the Lumisa tribe, so 500 rand is too little, at least 5,000 rand." Tata is not surprised that these tribes that have not yet moved away are, to put it bluntly, not enough money.

Or rather, they don't think enough money is given.

"A thousand square kilometers? There are four other tribes around the Lumisa tribe, and the surrounding ten square kilometers belong to the Lumisa tribe - no, even if there are a dozen square kilometers around, I'm afraid Chief Dekenbay can't prove that these lands belong to the Lumisa tribe. Guan Jing is not surprised, although these Africans are not very capable, they have a lot of appetite, and they start to pay more ruthless than the other.

Once in Basutoland, a tribal chieftain claimed that all of Africa belonged to him, and demanded that he be relocated to London, and that the king give him the royal palace.

The Federal Government of Southern Africa was unaccustomed to this foul and that night an unknown armed force raided the tribe, killing the tribal chieftain and completely disappearing the tribe overnight.

By the way, that tribe is less than a thousand people.

"Sir, don't say that, make a little concession, our task is to send them to the Kingdom of Tanzania in harmony." Tata was helpless, these chiefs really didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, and the whites had enslaved them for so many years, and they still didn't let these chiefs learn a lesson.

This is also normal, the white people enslave the Africans living in the white gathering area, and the tribal chiefs in the African gathering area are basically the same as the soil emperor.

"Tell him that six hundred rand is my bottom line." Guan Jing is not nonsense, in order to move these Africans, the federal government must not only give enough benefits to the chief, but also give each African economic compensation, and the total amount is a lot of money.

Tata turned around and translated Guan Jing's words to Chief Dekembey.

Chief Deacon Beyghead looked angry and yelled at Guan Jing.

Guan Jing couldn't understand a word, so he could only wait for Tata to translate.

"The chief said at least 650 rand—" Tata devastated with a grimace.

"Okay, then 650-" Guan Jing immediately gave in, what about the bottom line?

What Deacon Bay and Tata don't know is that the real bottom line in Guan Jing's heart is 2,000, as long as he can get this tribe of 5,000 people out of Eswatini, let alone 2,000, in fact, 5,000 is worth it.

R650 is not given now, although Guan Jing does not know these Africans, but Tata knows very well, so Tata pays Diken Bay 350 rand on the spot, and the remaining 300 rand will be paid after the tribe all moves to the Kingdom of Mozambique.

Deacon Bey was very unhappy with Tata's payment method, and after another round of yelling, it was not until Tata intentionally or unintentionally showed the pistol under his shirt that Deacon Beybe relented.

"Alright, tomorrow the tribe will start to move, I will go with them to the Kingdom of Mozambique, and when they are all in the Kingdom of Mozambique, I will pay the remaining 300 rand to Chief Dikenbeh." Tata was fortunate to be relieved of his fate, and the relocation was not to be taken care of, and Christian Human Resources would send the Africans to the nearest seashore and then by boat to the Kingdom of Mozambique.

"Hurry up, we still have work to do." Guan Jing handed over the rest to Tata, this is not the first time, Guan Jing is very relieved of Tata.

Early the next morning, Tata came to the Lumisa tribe in a carriage and urged Chief Dekembe to set out immediately.

The Lumisa tribe had already packed their bags overnight last night, and after a simple breakfast, they immediately left the tribe and set off for the sea.

Tata gestured to a few of his mercenaries, and two hours later, the Lumisa tribe was burned to the ground.

But it had nothing to do with the Lumisa tribe, and Deacon Bey sat in Tata's carriage, begging for his 300 rand along the way.

"Don't worry, when your people get on the boat, they won't give you a penny." Tata didn't give money in advance, lest Deacon Bay regret it, and such things did not happen unexpectedly.

Of course, the chief who repented afterwards also died on the streets, and if he wanted to cheat with Christian Human Resources, he had to think clearly, and the consequences were serious.

When I came to a fishing village by the sea, two migrant boats were parked in the sea not far from the fishing village, and the simple wharf of the fishing village could not accommodate the migrant boats, and the Africans of the Lumisa tribe had to use the fishing boats to transfer to the migrant boats.

Several fishing boats pick up and drop off back and forth, the efficiency is quite high, a boat can send away about 50 people, and it can take about ten minutes to go back and forth.

However, what made Deacon Bay puzzled was that the fishing boats did not pick up people on a family basis, but on a gender and age basis, and that this boat was full of young women, the other boat was full of young men, another boat was full of children, and the next boat was full of old people.

"Rest assured, rest assured, this is for ease of management, you will all disembark in the same place, don't worry about anything." Tata relieved Deacon Beyg, who was already sitting next to him and waiting.

After three rounds of food and five flavors, there were fewer and fewer Lumisa people on the beach, and when the Lumisa people on the last fishing boat also boarded the migrant boat, Deacon Bay, who was already half-drunk, was drunk.

"You can give that 300 rand now, right?" Deacon Bay didn't forget to ask for money.

"Yes, yes—" Tata smiled and nodded.

A mercenary next to him unfolded the rope in his hand and put it directly around Deacon Bey's neck.

Dickon Bay's face flushed and struggled.

Tata moved the table to the side to avoid being kicked down by Deacon Bey.

In just a few dozen seconds, Deacon Bay stopped struggling, slumped in his chair like a mess of mud, and his pupils had begun to dilate.

Tata casually took out the 350 rand he had paid to Deacon Beckon from his pocket and walked away, not looking at Deacon Beckembe.

In the distance, the migrant ship had been slowly activated, and there was no intention of waiting for Dickon Bay.