Looking through the whole of southern Africa, Africans may be the only group that is so muddle-headed and unwilling to make progress.
In southern Africa, there have been attempts to improve the living environment of these Africans, but they have basically failed. The federal government has sent them clothes. They are very grateful, but they never wash the clothes until they are dirty and smelly.
If you smell it, throw it away.
When the federal government made compulsory education universal, it also built schools in Basutoland and Swaziland. However, the Africans in Basutoland and Swaziland did not send their children to school at all, and investigators came to visit them.
During statistics, Africans will even hide their children, insisting that they have no children at home.
In southern Africa, only Basutoland and Swaziland still need federal funding support, while other states have achieved self-sufficiency.
"Those young people all look strong, why don't they find a job in the factory?" Guan Jing really didn't understand why Africans were so lazy.
"Why are they looking for a job? They can fill their bellies without working. As for other things besides filling their bellies, they don't care." Tata looked at the wall and the row of Africans with a cold expression.
It’s no different from watching Cats and Dogs.
"That's because they haven't really enjoyed life -" Guan Jing thinks this is 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 work harder, but this is Swaziland, and there are people from this tribe working in Fawalt's factory. In the past few years, several young people came from Fawalt
I came back and brought back some clothes and food, but all the clothes and food were used up by these people. No one has come back in the past few years. People leave here every year, but there is no news." Tata is an African.
, I have a good understanding of the situation of these tribes, and it’s really hard to explain in a few words what the Africans are like today.
Arriving at the chief's house located in the center of the tribe, it was just a thatched house slightly larger than other thatched houses. What impressed Guan Jing deeply was not the chief who only wore an animal skin around his waist, not much wider than his belt.
But a large group of the chief's wives and children.
When Guan Jing and Tata entered the door, the chief asked his wife and children to stay away. There was really a huge group. Guan Jing roughly estimated that there were more than a dozen wives alone.
Tata was used to it and was not surprised. After the sleepy chief sat down on an animal skin, he immediately presented the gift prepared by Guan Jing to the chief.
By Guan Jing's standards, this gift was a bit crude. Apart from two bottles of wine, it only had a large box of tobacco.
When he saw the tobacco, the chief immediately woke up and said a lot of words to Guan Jing, but Guan Jing didn't understand a word of it.
"The chief asked you if you want to smoke -" Tata translated beside him. This is also the main reason why Africans cannot integrate into southern Africa. Even the chief cannot speak English, and ordinary Africans can't.
Guan Jing shook his head and signaled the chief to help himself.
The chief shouted at the top of his lungs, and immediately two Africans rushed over from the next room, one holding an extremely luxuriously decorated eyebag in his hand, and the other holding a box of matches.
A breathtaking smoking performance began. The chief held the pipe in his mouth. An African man quickly lit it for him. Another man was half-kneeling and holding his arms straight underneath. After each puff, the chief held the pipe.
The Africans lost no time in taking the cigarette holder out of the chief's mouth. After the chief puffed out the smoke heartily, he quickly and accurately put the cigarette holder into the chief's mouth respectfully like a carpenter putting in a tenon.
It's so seamless that you can tell he's well-trained.
From beginning to end, the chief kept his eyes squinted. Apart from opening and closing his mouth and his chest rising and falling, he remained motionless like a Bodhisattva from beginning to end, not even bothering to raise his eyelids.
After smoking, the chief finally cheered up and listened to Tata explain Guan Jing's purpose.
After Tata finished speaking, the chief was noncommittal, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words through his teeth.
"What Chief Dikembe means is that the compensation given by the Swaziland government is too little. The surrounding one thousand square kilometers belong to the Lumisa tribe, so five hundred rand is too little. At least five thousand rand is needed."
Okay." Tata is not surprised. To put it bluntly, the tribes that have not yet been relocated are not given enough money.
Or they think the money given is not enough.
"A thousand square kilometers? There are four tribes around the Lumisa tribe, so the surrounding dozen square kilometers belong to the Lumisa tribe - that's not right. Even the surrounding dozen square kilometers, I'm afraid Dikembe
The chief can't prove that these lands belong to the Lumisa tribe." Guan Jing was not surprised. Although these Africans were not very capable, they had great appetites, and the prices they set were more ruthless than the others.
Once in Basutoland, a tribal chief claimed that the whole of Africa belonged to him, and asked to move to London and ask the king to give him the palace.
The federal government of Southern Africa was not used to this bad habit. That night, an unknown armed group raided the tribe. The tribal chief was killed in the attack, and the entire tribe completely disappeared overnight.
By the way, that tribe numbered less than a thousand people.
"Sir, don't say that. Make some concessions. Our task is to send them to the Kingdom of Tanzania in peace and harmony." Tata was helpless. These chiefs really didn't know that the sky was high and the white people had enslaved them for so many years.
Still, these chiefs have not been taught a lesson.
This is normal. What white people enslave are Africans living in areas where white people gather. The tribal chiefs in areas where Africans gather are basically the same as the emperors.
"Tell him, six hundred rand is my bottom line." Guan Jing didn't talk nonsense. In order to relocate these Africans, the federal government would not only give the chief sufficient benefits, but also give financial compensation to every African.
The total amount is a lot of money.
Tata turned to Chief Dikembe and translated Guan Jing's words.
Chief Dikembe looked very angry and yelled at Guan Jing.
Guan Jing couldn't understand a word and could only wait for Tata to translate.
"The chief said it would cost at least 650 rand -" Tata looked collapsed.
"Okay, then 650--" Guan Jing immediately gave in. What was the agreed bottom line?
What Dikembe and Tata didn't know was that the real bottom line in Guan Jing's heart was 2,000. As long as he could get this tribe of 5,000 people away from Swaziland, let alone 2,000, 5,000 was actually worth it.
The 650 rand is not given right now. Although Guan Jing doesn’t know these Africans, Tata does, so Tata pays Dikembe 350 rand on the spot, and the remaining 300 rand will have to wait until all the tribes are relocated.
Payment will be made after arriving in the Kingdom of Mozambique.
Dikembe was very dissatisfied with Tata's payment method. After another round of yelling, it wasn't until Tata showed the pistol under his shirt intentionally or unintentionally that Dikembe restrained himself.
"Okay, tomorrow this tribe will start to move. I will go to the Kingdom of Mozambique with them. After they all enter the Kingdom of Mozambique, I will pay the remaining 300 rand to Chief Dikembe." Fortunately, Tata lived up to his command.
, there is no need to worry about the relocation, Christian Human Resources Company will first send these Africans to the nearest seaside, and then send them to the Kingdom of Mozambique by boat.
"Hurry up, we still have work to do next." Guan Jing left all the next things to Tata. This was not the first time. Guan Jing was very relieved about Tata.
Early the next morning, Tata came to the Lumisa tribe in a carriage and urged Chief Dikembe to set off immediately.
The Lumisa tribe had packed their luggage overnight last night. After a simple breakfast, they immediately left the tribe and headed for the seaside.
Tata made a gesture to several of his mercenaries, and two hours later, the Lumisa tribe was burned to rubble by fire.
But this has nothing to do with the Lumisa tribe. Dikembe was sitting on Tata's carriage, begging for his 300 rand all the way.
"Don't worry, I won't give you any less when your people get on the boat." Tata didn't give money in advance to prevent Dikembe from regretting it. This kind of thing has happened before.
Of course, the chief who regretted it later also died on the street. If you want to cheat with Christian Human Resources Company, you must think clearly, the consequences will be serious.
Arriving at a fishing village on the seaside, two immigrant boats were parked in the sea not far from the fishing village. The simple pier in the fishing village could not accommodate the immigrant boats. Africans from the Lumisa tribe had to use fishing boats to transfer to the immigrant boats one by one.
Several fishing boats shuttle back and forth, and the efficiency is quite high. One boat can transport about fifty people, and it takes about ten minutes to make a round trip.
But what Dikembe couldn't figure out was that these fishing boats picked up people not by family, but by gender and age. This boat picked up all young women, and the other boat picked up all young men.
The next boat was full of children, and the next boat was full of old people.
"Don't worry, don't worry. This is for the convenience of management. You will all disembark at the same place. Don't worry about anything." Tata asked Dikembe to relax. Someone had already arranged wine and food next to him. Tata and Dikembe were eating and waiting.
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After three rounds of food and five drinks, there were fewer and fewer Lumisa people on the beach. Seeing that the Lumisa people on the last fishing boat also boarded the immigration ship, Dikembe, who was already half drunk, was drunk and drowsy.
"Can you give me the 300 rand now?" Dikembe did not forget to ask for the money.
"Okay, okay-" Tata smiled and nodded.
A mercenary nearby unfolded the rope in his hand and put it directly around Dikembe's neck.
Dikembe's face turned red and he struggled hard.
Tata moved the table aside to avoid being kicked down by Dikembe.
In just a few dozen seconds, Dikembe stopped struggling and collapsed on the chair like a ball of mud. His pupils had begun to dilate.
Tata casually took out the 350 rand he had paid to Dikembe from his pocket and walked away without even looking at Dikembe.
The immigration ship in the distance has slowly started to move, with no intention of waiting for Dikembe.
