During those days when Johnson was lying in bed, he thought about how to change the situation in the Republic of Congo, how to get rid of the control of southern Africa, and how to be self-reliant, but he never thought about why he became sick.
Why does a person in his thirties, who is well-off and well-off, pays attention to exercise and maintenance, has no bad habits, and no family inheritance, suddenly suffers from heart disease?
Even the chief physician who graduated from Nyasaland University cannot explain why.
Johnson himself was unaware that he was on the top of a cliff, but outsiders knew more or less.
Don't underestimate the power of Bullard's office. In recent years, people in the Republic of Congo who want to break away from southern Africa have been working hard. At the beginning of last year, a minister was accidentally involved in a car accident while walking on the street.
At the end of the year, a deputy minister died of a heart attack in his sleep.
Last year, a congressman accidentally drowned while swimming.
There was also a congressman who accidentally stepped on the air and broke his neck when he was going downstairs. He died before being sent to the hospital.
It seems like they are all accidents, but are they really all accidents?
Not necessarily, otherwise it would be too coincidental and the probability of something happening would be too high.
"The rand has become a tool for southern Africans to harvest wealth. They devalue it as much as they want, and print as much as they want. The resources we have worked so hard to exploit have finally turned into a pile of colorful banknotes. Pretoria
One gram of gold costs one rand, but ten grams of gold cost one rand when we export it to southern Africa. Why on earth is this?" Johnson knew this but didn't know why. He could only raise questions but not a solution to the problem.
"Ahem, it's not that serious. What we export is ore, not gold." Randy Hopkins, the Minister of Mining, is Lacey's brother, Henry's uncle, and he is also a relative of Rock, although he kidnapped a few
bend.
"What if we refine the gold and sell it to southern Africa? This doesn't require too advanced technology, we can definitely do it." Johnson was full of grief and anger. The interests of the Republic of Congo were betrayed by some people who cooperated inside and outside.
"Come on, you said it was easy, so why don't you do it?" Wellseth looked disgusted and boasted about who wouldn't and had the ability to achieve results.
"Because all mineral resources have been monopolized by certain people and certain interest groups, other people have no chance even if they want to." Johnson also looked disgusted, and he hated those who occupied the manhole and did nothing.
"Okay, gentlemen." Benson Moore took the initiative to stop. He did not look at the angry Johnson and asked Louis Benn next to him: "Is it possible for us to issue currency?"
Right, let’s not start with the financial system. If you want to issue currency, you don’t just open your mouth. Someone has to recognize the banknotes before they are printed.
"It's difficult. We don't have enough margin. Even if we force it out, we may end up like Mark. Maybe it won't even cost enough." Louis Benn smiled bitterly. The pound became an international currency. It was a sword and a shot by the Royal Navy.
Spell out international status.
The influence of the rand and the US dollar is growing, which is the trust gained by real money and silver. At least in Pretoria, one rand can really buy one gram of gold.
If the Republic of Congo wants to forcibly issue currency, even if it cannot be used for international trade, I am afraid that the Congolese themselves will not accept it.
"We can learn from Southern Africa. Southern Africa originally started with gold mines. We also have gold mines in the Republic of Congo. Why can't they be used as bank deposits?" Johnson is ambitious, but he doesn't want to think about it. The Rock Gold Mine is Rock himself.
It was discovered, and then gradually there were cooperatives, and then the Rand Bank. It is very simple for the Republic of Congo to learn from Southern Africa. First, there is a gold mine with reserves and grade comparable to the Rock Gold Mine.
To be fair, all gold mines in the world have higher grades than Locke Gold Mine, but do not have as high reserves as Locke Gold Mine.
It has higher reserves than Lock Gold Mine, but it is not as high grade as Lock Gold Mine.
Even if these two conditions are completely met, the mining cost will still have to be similar to that of Lock Gold Mine.
This is not to say that the Lock Gold Mine uses African-American workers, but that the Lock Gold Mine is open-pit mining and the cost is very low.
While Johnson was being impassioned, Will Seth and Randy were whispering in the corner of the venue.
"I'm afraid this guy is crazy," Wilseth said in a low voice, covering his mouth.
Randy pursed his lips and nodded. I don't know if he was crazy or not, but it was true that he was about to die.
The meeting ended amidst controversy and no resolution was reached.
Johnson walked out of the gate of the presidential palace, quickly jumped into a car and drove away surrounded by a group of secretaries and assistants. Two cars in the distance followed closely.
The two cars were occupied by Johnson's bodyguards. Since being discharged from the hospital, Johnson's security work has been upgraded to a higher level.
He was not a mercenary from the Umbrella Company. Johnson was not that stupid. He was looking for a local security service company in Belgium. It is said that he had some official background in Belgium.
Johnson's home is not far from the Presidential Palace, just two blocks away in a wealthy area.
The car was speeding along, and others felt relieved when they saw Johnson walking into the house.
After Johnson was discharged from the hospital, he applied for 24-hour protection from the Boma Police Department out of concern for his family's safety.
The security situation in the wealthy area was already good, with police patrolling 24 hours a day. Johnson's bodyguards were still worried and left a car opposite Johnson's home, also on duty 24 hours a day.
Johnson never went out after returning home. In the evening, he took a walk in the garden downstairs and said hello to the bodyguard in the car. Then he returned to his room. The lights in the study stayed on until dawn.
In the early morning, when Johnson's housekeeper opened the door to the study, he found that Johnson had hanged himself, and there was Johnson's suicide note on the desk next to him.
A large number of police officers quickly arrived at the scene, Johnson's home was cordoned off, and the housekeeper and bodyguard were questioned separately.
"At about ten o'clock in the evening, I brought a supper to my husband. He has been working all the time and has not touched a bite." Johnson's maid cried and was greatly hurt.
"We watched Mr. return to the room. The lights in the room were always on, and nothing happened to anyone. Tom and I took turns on duty, and no accidents were found." The bodyguard vowed.
"My husband has not been in good spirits these past few days. In fact, he has not been in good spirits since he was discharged from the hospital. He and his wife have shared rooms for a long time and often sleep in the study. I went to the study at twelve o'clock and my husband was still there.
The housekeeper was in tears at work, and there was no need to doubt his loyalty.
The police found no signs of a struggle at the scene, and the door locks of Johnson's home were not broken and there were no signs of intrusion.
Based on all evidence, the police concluded that Johnson committed suicide.
The reason is that too much work pressure leads to mental disorder.
The government of the Republic of Congo held a state funeral for Johnson a week later.
News reaches southern Africa
There was no need for Roark to know this. After reading the report, Sidney Milner threw the report directly into the shredder.
Rock was not in the mood to pay attention to the Republic of Congo. Since October last year, a large number of East African refugees have gathered near the border between Victoria, the northernmost state of Southern Africa, and the British East African Protectorate. These refugees tried to enter Southern Africa to seek asylum, but were blocked by the Southern African Federation.
The government refused.
In order to prevent East Africans from entering southern Africa through other means, the federal government of Southern Africa built a 1,600-kilometer barbed wire fence in the border area and sent out border patrols to patrol. The Victorian government also took action, sending out the National Guard to cooperate with the border patrols.
action.
Victoria includes the entire Lake Victoria and the vast area surrounding Lake Victoria. This area is home to approximately 1.5 million Southern Africans, most of whom are family members of expeditionary officers and soldiers who participated in the World War, as well as some who came to Southern Africa after the World War.
New immigrants.
Most of these new immigrants are employees of state farms.
"Three months ago, there were less than 10,000 people here, and now more than 30,000 people have gathered. Now their mood is relatively stable, but once the situation gets out of control," Captain Grant of the National Guard is a veteran of the World War. He has only
There are more than 60 people who have to defend against the impact of more than 30,000 people. You can imagine the pressure.
"What happened?" Major Marin was worried and kept using binoculars to observe the refugee camp across the barbed wire fence.
The refugee camp is very large, extending from near the barbed wire fence to the hillside in the distance. As far as the eye can see, there are shabby shacks and half-clothed refugees everywhere. At the foot of Marin is a road, bounded by the barbed wire fence. This southern African country is
The sides have been paved with asphalt, and there are lane lines drawn with white paint on the road. Opposite is a yellow dirt road. It's not the rainy season yet, and when it comes, it will most likely be a muddy pond again.
"It is said that a poll tax is levied, one pound per person. These miserable Africans can't even get out a shilling, let alone a pound." Grant pouted, and then began to complain about the southern African federal government: "Many people here used to
Living around Lake Victoria, when the World War ended, the federal government paid for them to be sent to East Africa. These guys seemed to have tasted the benefits. As long as their lives in East Africa were unsatisfactory, they would make trouble and return to Lake Victoria. Let me just say
We can't give them a penny from the beginning. Taxpayers' money can't be wasted like this."
Grant had the right to complain, and he was also a taxpayer.
"Complain less and do more. This is not an issue we should consider." Marin did not complain. He glanced at the trucks behind him and worried that the supplies he brought were not enough.
In the year after the World War ended, the British government upgraded the East African Protectorate to a colony, which was directly governed by the British government.
Here we have to complain about the management level of the colonial government. In the current economic crisis, they do not want to distribute money but have to collect a poll tax. No wonder these people want to flee East Africa.
