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 injuries and was ruthlessly abandoned by the mine owner.
When he saw the Guangdong and Guangxi Association, to be honest, Luo Ke felt a little disappointed.
Different from the splendid guild halls that appear 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.<
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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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Different surnames but the same first name, then that counts as one 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 humble house is shabby and the hospitality is not good. I hope the inspector won't take offense." Buck was polite, but Rock almost lost his temper.
I am really used to hearing English. A simple greeting, but it was Rock’s long-lost local 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 he mentioned the club, Buck immediately started talking.
"——Those mine owners don't regard us Chinese as human beings at all. They deceive us Chinese to Johannesburg, saying that we are ten oceans per person per month, but they use clever excuses to withhold the wages and rations of the Chinese workers at will. The Chinese workers have to work every day
More than 10 hours, 6 days a week, but the salary is extremely low. They only receive a set of clothes and a ration of food. Some Chinese workers work to death without earning a penny. The mines can treat and abuse the Chinese workers at will, and fine them.
Beating, 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 are exhausted.
Death——" The situation described by Buck is shocking. If it is really like what Buck said, then the status of Chinese workers in Johannesburg is worse than that of the Zulu.
"What's the matter with 'cheating'?" Rock's focus is 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.
"American!" 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 about 20 years old. He's the general manager of Kailuan Coal Mine -" Buck's voice was not loud, but in Rock's heart, there were ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past.
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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—— p>
He is also a human trafficker who specializes in selling Chinese workers.
What the hell, holding a Chinese rice bowl——
That's not right. What Hoover was serving was the Qing Dynasty, and Rock never believed that the Qing Dynasty could represent the Chinese.
"Where is Hoover now?" Rock didn't hold out much 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 Hoover is in Johannesburg, this is coming directly to his door: "The war is over, and the gold mines are coming."
Restarting operations requires a large number of workers. Hoover came to negotiate business with these mine owners——"
"Do you know where Hoover lives?" As long as he can find someone, Rock has plenty of ideas.
"Just at the Jinshan Hotel——"
Luo Ke was struck by thunder, Jinshan Hotel was the hotel where Luo Ke stayed.
It's really hard to find anywhere without wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.
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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 and knocked on Roque's door.
"The Inspector went 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 didn't forget Phyllis and left the commando in the hotel.
"Okay, I'll wait for Locke to come back." Phyllis suddenly lost all interest, and her eyebrows drooped to eight-twenty.
Roark was not around, so Phyllis wandered aimlessly into the restaurant, ready to have something to eat.
It was already approaching 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 had just appeared, and she 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 gold coin with a face value of one pound, 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 her palm-sized face was as cold as ice, but it couldn't dissuade some guys from their enthusiasm.
Iceberg beauty——
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It’s a new week. It’s really unreasonable not to ask for recommendation votes. Come on, brothers will decide the next plot. The more votes you get, the more unlucky the guys who feel good about themselves will be——
