Including Buck, there are a total of six people in the Guangdong and Guangxi Association.
There are three members of the Buck family, including a Boer woman with a child whom Buck took in, and a Chinese who was disabled due to injury and was ruthlessly abandoned by the mine owner.
When he saw the Guangdong and Guangxi Association, to be honest, Luo Ke was a little disappointed in his heart.
Different from the splendid guild halls that have appeared in film and television works, Buck's Guangzhou Guild Hall is just a very ordinary private house on the street. There are no overhangs, no carved beams, and even the signboard is just a simple wooden sign.
Although the signboard is a bit crude, it hangs neatly at the door, square and vertical.
Rock jumped off the horse and reached out to the somewhat reserved Buck: "Hello, my name is Rock."
Buck's nervous hand didn't know where to place it. The hand holding the handle of the gun was dripping with sweat and he wiped it randomly on his clothes. Buck stretched out his hand and shook it with Rock: "Hello, my name is Buck.
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If they have different surnames but the same first name, does that mean they were the same family 250 years ago?
When two Chinese meet on the streets of a foreign country, a cup of tea is indispensable.
Of course there is tea here in Buck, and it is originally produced in the Qing Dynasty, not the Indian black tea that the British often drink.
"I really made you laugh. The shabby house is poor and the hospitality is not good. I hope the inspector won't take offense." Buck was polite, but Rock almost lost his temper.
He was really used to hearing English, and a simple greeting came from Rock's long-lost native accent.
"Just call me Rock. I really didn't expect that there is a guild hall in Johannesburg." Rock really didn't expect that. Before, Rock thought that there were only a few hundred Chinese like Rock in Cape Town.
When the club was mentioned, Buck immediately started talking.
"Those mine owners didn't treat us Chinese as human beings at all. They deceived us Chinese to come to Johannesburg, saying that we were paid ten oceans per person per month. However, they used clever pretexts and withheld the wages and rations of the Chinese workers at will. The Chinese workers had to work 10 hours a day.
Above, they work 6 days a week, but their salary is extremely low. They only receive a set of clothes and rationed food. Some Chinese workers work to death without earning a penny. The mines can treat and abuse the Chinese workers at will, fine them, and whip them.
, fasting, extending working hours, adding tasks, they did everything possible. Last year there were more than 1,500 Chinese in Johannesburg, but now there are less than 1,000 left. Except for those who fled Johannesburg because of the war, most of them died of exhaustion."
The situation described by Buck is shocking. If it is really like what Buck said, then the status of Chinese workers in Johannesburg is not as good as that of the Zulus.
"What's the matter with 'cheating'?" Rock's focus was still sharp.
"You say it's 'cheating', but it's actually 'buying'. There are more and more gold mines in Johannesburg, and the number of miners is seriously insufficient. In the past, the Republic of Transvaal stipulated that the daily salary of a Boer employed in a mine should not be less than 3 cents.
To hire a Zulu man for 6 pence, the daily salary cannot be less than 2 shillings, so the mine owners started to make crooked ideas on us Chinese. I know a guy who worked in the Kailuan coal mine of the Qing Dynasty.
He was the one who sold the workers from Kailuan Coal Mine to Johannesburg." Buck gritted his teeth.
"People from the Qing Dynasty?" Luo Ke was not surprised. The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. There should not be too many snakeheads and human traffickers. They have not disappeared in the 21st century.
"Americans!" Buck's answer was surprising.
"American?" Rock was surprised. What is the United States involved in this?
"Yes, that's an American, Herbert Clark Hoover. He's probably in his twenties, and he's the general manager of the Kailuan Coal Mine." Buck's voice was not loud, but in Rock's heart, there were ten thousand grass-mud horses galloping past.
Who was Herbert Clark Hoover?
The 31st President of the United States!
Counting the time, Hoover probably had just graduated from college at this time. Unexpectedly, he had already served as the general manager of Kailuan Coal Mine. What is even more unexpected is that Hoover was actually a notorious human trafficker.
He is also a human trafficker who specializes in selling Chinese labor.
What the hell, holding a Chinese rice bowl
That's not right. What Hoover was serving was the Qing Dynasty's bowl, and Rock never believed that the Qing Dynasty could represent the Chinese.
"Where is Hoover now?" Rock said without hope.
"In Johannesburg!" Buck's answer made Rock very excited. If Hoover was in the Qing Dynasty, Buck would have been unable to do anything to Hoover. Now that the Hoover people are in Johannesburg, this is coming directly to his door: "The war is over, and the gold mines are coming."
Restarting operations will require a large number of workers, and Hoover will come to negotiate business with these mine owners."
"Do you know where Hoover lives?" As long as he can find someone, Rock has a solution.
“Right at Gold Mountain Inn”
Luo Ke was struck by thunder. Jinshan Hotel was the hotel where Luo Ke stayed.
It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.
The sun rose as high as two treetops, and Phyllis, who was so excited yesterday, had just gotten up.
After groping with her eyes closed, Phyllis spent half an hour dressing up, and then she felt energetic enough to knock on Roque's door.
"The Inspector will go out in the morning. Miss Phyllis, you'd better stay in the hotel. If you want to go out, remember to call me with you." Rock did not forget Phyllis and left the commando in the hotel.
"Okay, I'll wait for Locke to come back." Phyllis suddenly lost all interest, her eyebrows drooped to eight-twenty.
Roark was not here, so Phyllis wandered aimlessly into the restaurant, ready to have something to eat.
It was almost noon, and there were still many people in the restaurant. Some people were dining, some were chatting, most of them were men, and only a few Aunt Bull were service staff. Phyllis just appeared and immediately became everyone's favorite.
Focus of sight.
Well, beautiful women are the center of attention wherever they go.
"A cup of tea and a matcha biscuit." Phyllis didn't want to eat too much, so she wanted to save her stomach and eat together when Rock came back.
After ordering the meal, Phyllis was bored and playing with a one-pound gold coin, which was the one Roque used to perform magic tricks.
Thinking of the magician Locke, Phyllis couldn't help but smile.
This is even more attractive.
"Excuse me, can I sit down?" Immediately a guy who felt good about himself appeared.
"No, I'm waiting for someone." Phyllis was still smiling, so even if she refused, it didn't have much power.
"Are you waiting for me?" The guy who felt good about himself felt his blood boiling all over. Beauties of Phyllis's level were really rare, especially since this was Johannesburg.
"Don't be so sentimental, no one is waiting for you." Phyllis' eyes immediately turned cold. Even though her palm-sized face was as cold as ice, it couldn't dissuade some guys from their enthusiasm.
