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142 The Confessor

Let alone 1900, even in the 21st century, miners are still a dangerous job.

But compared with being shot collectively, the dark and dark mine is not so unacceptable.

"Locke, you did the right thing!" Phyllis cheered.

"So I say, you need a gold mine if you want them to live better." Nelson Holt was full of appreciation.

"Thank you so much"

"Thank you, thank you"

"God bless you"

The gold diggers were still crying, but their voices were full of happiness and joy of surviving the disaster. Yes, working in the mines was indeed very dangerous, but at least they had a chance to survive, and there was hope for them.

Mike came over very quickly, bringing with him a dozen security guards and a dozen open carriages. It seemed that De Beers Unified Mining Company really needed workers.

"Hello, Inspector Locke." Mike said with a happy face. De Beers Unified Mining Company needs a large number of workers, as many as they need, not only to mine gold, but also to prevent other mine owners from having workers to hire.

"Hello, Mike, these people are gold diggers who steal gold. According to regulations, they must all be shot, but I think you may need them more." Rock did not specifically single out the yellow-skinned gold diggers.

With Kevin around, Rock must hide his true thoughts and not give Kevin any chance.

"Thank you, Inspector Locke. In fact, even if we catch gold diggers stealing gold, we will not shoot them all. Those who are shot are basically incapable of working. As long as they can still work, we will

Give full play to their value." This is Mike's standard mining owner's thinking, and Kevin is just a shallow guy who follows what he says.

"It's really yours. No wonder the business of your De Beers Unified Mining Company is getting bigger and bigger." Roque complimented casually, and his nice words were free of charge.

As a result, the nice words had an immediate effect. Mike took out a money bag, originally intending to count heads. When he heard Rock's words, Mike laughed and handed the money bag directly to Rock.

"Inspector, this is the hard work fee for the police officers." Mike winked.

It was said to be for the police officers, but there was no one else around, so it was up to Rock to do whatever he wanted. If Rock wanted to share it with everyone, he could share it. If he didn't want to, it didn't matter if he kept it all.

"Thank you!" Rock knew there would be benefits, but he didn't expect so much. His wallet is still quite heavy, and he must have 200 pounds.

That's right, there are more than a hundred gold diggers, and each person has a pound, which is at least more than a hundred pounds.

This kind of gold diggers is different from hired workers. It is estimated that De Beers Unified Mining Company will not pay these gold diggers a salary, so it is understandable that it is more expensive.

After sending Mike away, Rock called Martin over and threw the money bag to Martin: "Give it to the brothers."

light and spacious!

Martin took the money bag with excitement, counted the total amount, took out Roque's portion first, and then divided it evenly into 19 portions.

Well, Martin was also very open-minded and did not forget the employees of the Bureau of Mines, and gave each of them a share.

In fact, there are not many people in the Mining Bureau. Counting them, the average is not much lower.

The key is this intention, to catch those gold diggers who secretly mined gold, these Mining Bureau employees did not help, this was a windfall, and Martin did not even miss Kevin's share.

Can't do it.

Rock thought Kevin wouldn't want it, but unexpectedly, Kevin accepted it with peace of mind.

It's really shameless.

This kind of person is the kind of person who doesn't have enough to eat and can't do anything well. This kind of person doesn't take advantage enough. He feels uncomfortable when he suffers a little loss. He is angry at others and laughs at others. He is not helpful to others. He is exclusively self-interested and does not accomplish enough.

, is prone to failure, greedy and profit-seeking, hates gods and ghosts, hates chickens and dogs, but still feels good about himself.

Roark doesn't care about Kevin. It is estimated that after returning to Pretoria, Kevin will not have the shame to pester Phyllis. From now on, it will be good for everyone to live their own lives.

Of course, if Kevin still keeps pestering, Rock is not helpless. Rock wants to be jealous of Kevin's father, but Henry doesn't need to be jealous. When the time comes, Rock will have many ways to make Kevin unable to eat and walk away.

In the evening, Rock came to Nelson Holt's room as promised.

The little old man Nelson Holt was quite interesting. He had prepared fruit and barbecue for Rock early, as well as an unopened bottle of whiskey.

Rock was so happy that he ran to the bar to get vermouth and cherries, and made Nelson Holt two Manhattans on the spot.

"Why Manhattan?" Nelson Holt didn't know why it was called that.

"You can call it Cape Town if you like." Rock was casual, it was just a name. If Nelson Holt wanted to, he could call it Nelson.

"Cape Town is a good name." Nelson Holt didn't care either.

"Then call it Cape Town!" Rock agreed. Cape Town is indeed more suitable than Manhattan. Who makes Americans unpopular?

"What are you doing?" The door was gently pushed open a crack, and Phyllis poked her head in with a coquettish smile: "You two stole a drink and didn't even call me!"

The little girl has quite a bad temper. It is very traditional for British people to drink wine. When they were in Cape Town, Phyllis would occasionally drink some wine.

"Come on, come on" Nelson Holt greeted with a smile.

Roque was busy pouring wine. Cape Town was not suitable for Phyllis. Vermouth was not bad, but the wine was sweet.

After two glasses of Cape Town, Nelson Holt was in high spirits.

"Locke, if you want to buy a gold mine, I can help you, but you have to agree to a request." Nelson Holt really had something to ask for.

"You said." Rock was noncommittal. He could help, but it also depends on whether it would bring danger to Rock. If the risks outweigh the benefits, Rock would refuse without hesitation.

"I have a son who is still studying at Cambridge. I hope Locke can promise me that you can provide my son with certain help when he needs it in the future." Nelson Holt's request was beyond Locke's expectation.

Unexpected.

"That's it?" Rock was still waiting for Nelson Holt's next words, but after waiting for a long time, Nelson Holt didn't speak.

"That's it." Nelson Holt didn't drink too much, and his request wasn't too much. It was even a little too simple.

"I don't understand, Nelson, why don't you just give the gold mine to your son?" Rock didn't understand why Nelson Holt did this. If it were someone else, 99% of the time he would have left the gold mine to his son.

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"Locke, I understand my son. He may become a technical talent like me in the future, but he is definitely not a good businessman, nor will he become a good official. Therefore, the gold mine will not bring benefits to my son.

Wealth and freedom will only bring him danger." Nelson Holt smiled bitterly. Every man is not guilty of the crime. Everyone wants gold mines, but sometimes owning gold mines is not a good thing.

Zhizi Mo Ruofu. It’s the third day, and the editor hasn’t responded yet. I guess I’m still on vacation. The hard-working fish head doesn’t have a vacation. Of course, because it’s not on the shelves, there are no more updates, but two updates will not be missing.


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