When David came to Sloane Street to pay his salary in the evening, the people protesting in front of the embassy had already changed.
Daniel didn’t know David, but Daniel was so stupid that he left Charlie behind, so as soon as David showed up, he was controlled by Daniel’s younger brother and brought directly to Daniel.
“Hello David, nice to meet you.” Daniel behaved like a veteran aristocrat who had just returned from a meeting in the House of Lords. His elegant demeanor was indeed very bluffing.
David is silent. He is about thirty years old. He is thin, has messy hair, and has severe circles under his eyes. He looks like he has suffered from severe lack of sleep.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Daniel. Everyone in East London knows me. I heard that you are a generous and rich man. If you have any business, you can come to me and I will definitely satisfy you." Daniel didn't know where to get it.
I sat on a carved lounge chair, holding a cigar in my hand, and there were black tea and snacks on the coffee table next to me, a standard British afternoon tea.
"Now this land is under my control. It doesn't matter if you are unhappy. You can't change anything anyway, so why don't you sit down and have a chat. Maybe we can find business opportunities." Daniel didn't care about David's attitude, as if he was
Cat teasing mouse.
After having enough fun, it’s time to have dinner.
While Daniel was teasing David, Daniel's younger brother was looking through the food that David had brought.
"Let me see what kind of black bread and fried fish there are. You have worked hard, and that guy just lets you eat this?" A young man named Sarah picked and picked a large piece of black bread with disdain.
Throwing it to the ground.
Charlie, whose face was covered with bruises, squatted beside him in dejection, saying that he had agreed not to slap people in the face, but these people were unreasonable.
“Wow, what is this? It looks so high-end.” Sarah picked up a box of cans and was surprised. There was a label on the can, but Sarah couldn’t read it, let alone what it meant.
“You are so uneducated, B-l-a——k-b-e-a-n, this is caviar, a high-end product!” A guy named Cooper next to him mocked unscrupulously. It seemed that this guy had gone to school for a few days and at least he knew the English alphabet.
Of course we all know each other separately, but together we can forget that, being able to think of black beans as caviar is also a talent.
This can’t be entirely blamed on Cooper, after all, the picture of black beans on the can really looks similar to caviar.
“Hurry up and try it. I haven’t eaten caviar yet,” Sara said anxiously. Caviar from southern Africa is worth looking forward to.
Cooper couldn't find the cap opener and couldn't open it for a long time. He simply took out a dagger from his pocket and pried it open. Then the two of them were very embarrassed.
I have never eaten caviar, but I have always eaten black beans.
“Cough cough cough” Charlie next to him probably wanted to laugh, but he didn’t dare, so he forced himself to hold it back, and then it turned into a stuffy cough.
Sarah and Cooper, who were in a serious mood, looked at each other.
The two of them threw away the cans of black beans in their hands and rushed towards them, punching and kicking them.
“Who asked you to squat?”
“Who made you cough?”
This reason is comparable to why you don’t wear a hat.
While Charlie was being beaten, Daniel finally lost his patience.
"Five shillings a day is too little. Don't you know that the pound has depreciated? It should be at least one pound a day. We are more expensive than those poor people." Daniel must have wanted to wear Dai.
Eat clean.
“Okay, then it’s one pound a day, and I’ll send the money over at this time tomorrow.” David looked very honest.
Daniel laughed and sent it over tomorrow?
Think beautifully.
So Daniel and his gang took David into a truck and went straight to Hampstead.
Hampstead is also considered a wealthy area in London. The rent here is very expensive, at least Charlie cannot afford it.
David rents an apartment with a kitchen and bathroom. The house is not large but has complete facilities. David lives alone without his family.
“Wow, your house is really nice, how much does it cost?” Daniel joked casually when he walked into David’s room.
"72 pounds" David was in a lethargic state and there was blood on the corner of his mouth. David wanted to jump out of the car and run away on the road, but he didn't run away, and then he was severely beaten.
“One month? Then you are really rich.” Daniel was shocked. The rent was really expensive.
David doesn’t say anything. God, one month is 72 pounds a year.
Sarah and Cooper started searching the room as soon as they entered the room without Daniel taking action.
This house is a move-in type. David has very few personal belongings, a few changes of clothes, unfinished takeaways from the restaurant, and a book on the dining table.
Daniel picked it up, turned it over, and then dropped it.
can't read.
“Head, we found this” Sarah happily took out a safe from David’s bedroom.
“Oh oh oh, what kind of dirty secret do you have that needs to be protected by a safe?” Daniel was very interested.
David looked ashen and said not a word.
Daniel is not angry, and he does not need David to tell him the password or anything. Daniel has many people who can sneak in and pick the lock.
Sarah is an expert at everything. You can tell the simple password arrangement by listening to the sound. When the safe is opened, there is an envelope full of pounds and several remittance orders that have not yet been withdrawn.
Sarah was about to open the remittance slip and take a look, but Daniel stopped her.
"Boy, the first rule of life is to don't look at things you shouldn't look at." Daniel was very cautious despite being rude: "Put the things back and lock the safe. If you don't die, you don't know how."
Sarah looked at the bulging envelope rather reluctantly. It was at least several hundred pounds thick.
However, reason finally defeated greed, and the safe and David's other belongings were packed into a large box, and then sent to a house on Dean Street with David wearing a hood.
This house is also the property of Rock. Dean Street is a slum area in London, and house prices are more than one level cheaper than Sloane Street.
David, with a hood on his head, was taken into the basement. It was about two hours before anyone entered the room.
After the hood was taken off, the person sitting opposite David had been replaced by Chen Ming.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Chen Ming. I am the second secretary of the Embassy of Southern Africa in the United Kingdom. You can also call me Bright. Do you know what it means? Guangming." Chen Ming mistook David for an unlearned Daniel.
David's face was full of despair. Chen Ming would definitely not let David leave alive if Chen Ming revealed his identity so straightforwardly.
"Don't be nervous. As long as you cooperate with me, I can guarantee your safety, give you a sum of money, and arrange for you to go wherever you want. If you don't cooperate, you know the consequences." Chen Ming doesn't talk about strategies.
It's a big move when you come up.
David's mouth twitched, but he had no intention of giving in immediately.
Chen Ming opened the document bag in front of him. Inside were envelopes and several remittance orders.
"I know you don't want to say it, but it doesn't matter. I won't ask about the origin of the money. Do you want to explain these remittance slips?" Chen Ming opened the remittance slip. When he saw the numbers on it, Chen Ming couldn't help but sigh.
He whistled softly.
It looks like the amount is quite large.
“I am a book businessman. This is a normal business transaction.” David finally spoke.
"Then your business is still relatively large, and the Rockefeller Foundation can buy your books and order them once a month. Two months ago, it was only 50 pounds per month. In the past two months, it suddenly increased to 1,000 pounds.
You can't talk about how you did it. The people you hired spent no more than 20 pounds a day, so how did you spend all the 1,000 pounds?" Chen Ming, the British Treasury Secretary for one year, was amazed.
The salary is only 1,000 pounds.
So the Rockefeller Foundation offered David a lot of money.
David bowed his head slumped. He thought that the transactions with the Rockefeller Foundation were very hidden, but in front of professionals like Chen Ming, these were just tricks.
"What is your purpose? Who has contacted you? Do you have any companions?" Chen Ming raised a finger with a cold expression: "From now on, as long as you lie to me once, I will take any part of your body.
Take something off the part, trust me, my skills are very good."
David was completely hopeless.
An hour later, Chen Ming returned to the embassy by car and left an envelope with Daniel as a reward for Daniel.
Look at what other people are doing, you don’t have to spend your own money and you still make money.
Back at the embassy, Francois was still awake.
“The evidence is conclusive that those people were ordered by the Americans to undermine the relationship between southern Africa and the United Kingdom.” Chen Ming is full of energy and young people are good.
"Does the relationship between us and the United Kingdom still need to be destroyed?" Francois sighed. It's really hard for the Americans.
“I’m going to write a report and send it back to Pretoria tomorrow. Don’t even think about sleeping tonight.” Chen Ming was not tired at all.
“How did you deal with that David?” Francois didn’t want to leave any hidden dangers.
“It’s been dealt with.” Chen Ming said with a pure face.
François nodded and stopped asking.
Francois still trusts Chen Ming in this matter.
After dawn, London Police Commissioner Brian Jones appeared at the door of the embassy.
Opposite the embassy, a group of people were weakly protesting. Sarah, the shameless person, tied a piece of cloth on her forehead with a few words crookedly written on it, which you couldn't spell out without looking carefully.
These people are still shouting slogans, but the slogans obviously have nothing to do with southern Africa.
“We want to eat!”
“We have to work!”
“We want to live!”
At the entrance of Cadogan Concert Hall, there were a few guys who looked like reporters taking photos.
Brian Jones had a dark face and raised his finger. Immediately, policemen rushed over and started beating him with batons.
Sarah and her gang immediately dispersed. Homemade placards and leftover food packaging boxes were thrown all over the floor. There were also some things in the tree pit next to them that cannot be described in detail, otherwise they would affect their appetite.
Brian Jones flew up and kicked a homemade placard away.
Then Brian Jones saw the placard that read: Long live the United Kingdom!
