Hoover, like Roark, did not want to see relations between the United States and southern Africa reach a stalemate.
In the past few years, the United States has been a little irritable, mainly because the United States did not get what it wanted during the world war. After the world war, it fell into a long-term economic crisis. Americans are dissatisfied with reality and naturally want to vent their emotions to the world.
Profits were huge during the war, and after the war it was not affected much by the economic crisis. It has been developing at a relatively fast pace in Southern Africa.
Hoover invited Philip to visit the United States to ease the increasingly obvious conflicts and confrontations between southern Africa and the United States and to establish an effective communication mechanism.
Since war is unlikely to break out between the United States and southern Africa, why not try another way of getting along.
While both governments are working hard to improve relations, Luke Silva is still campaigning for the semi-southern Africans in makeshift camps.
Considering that Leonard Wood's tough attitude will not improve the situation in the temporary camp in the short term, the Southern African Embassy in the Philippines found a hotel in Manila, hoping to move the prospective immigrants to the hotel.
That’s right, it’s the Rhodesian Hotel in Manila.
"No!" Leonard Wood once again rejected Luke Silva's suggestion.
The federal government of Southern Africa is indeed very wealthy, and the Rhodesia Hotel is not cheap. The daily cost of housing hundreds of people in the Rhodesia Hotel may reach tens of thousands of dollars.
"The cost of immigrants staying at the Rhodesia Hotel is fully borne by our Southern African federal government. Before you investigate the truth, I guarantee that they will not leave Manila. Your investigators can enter the Rhodesia Hotel at any time to investigate. Recently, this
It has been rainy for a period of time, the environment in the temporary camp is harsh, and diseases are rampant. Most of those southern Africans are women and children. They need better care instead of struggling with the threat of disease." Luke Silva said sincerely,
You have to bow your head when it's time to bow your head. If you insist on being tough, the people who will be most affected are the new immigrants in the temporary camps.
"We are working hard to improve the facilities in the temporary camp, but as you know Luke, that will take time." Leonard Wood still has little to gain. With the efficiency of the US military in the Philippines, it may be difficult to truly improve the facilities in the temporary camp.
It will take a year or two.
What's more, Leonard Wood didn't really want to improve the facilities in the temporary camp, it was just an excuse.
"Your Excellency, Governor, if you insist, can our southern African federal government be responsible for improving the temporary camps?" Luke Silva was fully prepared and had a backup plan if Plan A failed.
"No, the Philippine government will bear the cost of the temporary camps -" Leonard Wood made a good calculation. It was the southern Africans who suffered in the temporary camps, but it was the Philippines that took the blame. There was nothing wrong with the US military stationed in the Philippines.
Facing the tough Leonard Wood, Luke Silva was helpless.
This guy is like a stone in the pit, smelly and hard, and he is bent on provoking confrontation between southern Africa and the United States, with ulterior motives.
It is understandable that soldiers have no status during peacetime. Only when war breaks out can the status of soldiers be effectively improved.
Some people don't care about the damage caused by war to the country and only consider their own interests.
Unfortunately, Leonard Wood seems to be that person.
While Luke Silva was running up and down, changes were actually taking place in the temporary camp.
After the southern African staff were allowed to enter the temporary camp, the situation of insufficient supplies and lack of medical treatment in the camp was finally effectively improved.
Southern African staff brought not only medicines but also a variety of rich foods, and the lives of the immigrants were greatly improved.
"The truck contained milk and eggs, as well as some clothes and bedding, all of them, and there was no contraband -" Bruce sat in the passenger seat of the truck and negotiated with the Filipino guards at the gate of the temporary camp.
"Unload all the things for inspection. Trucks are not allowed to enter the temporary camp -" the guard's attitude was arrogant, and his rifle with a bayonet was shaking in front of Bruce.
A guard went around the back of the car and tried to climb into it to check.
"Take your hands off, don't touch my things!" Bruce jumped out of the car and yelled, these guards are too much, they want to open a dyeing shop after giving them three points of color, eating and taking cards are all routine operations.
But Bruce is a white British man and will definitely not be used to these Filipinos.
"What are you shouting? Don't make any noise -" Bill Robinson was still in charge of the temporary camp. He was now in a very irritable mood, and corporal punishment of the soldiers was commonplace.
"Mr. Captain, please restrain your soldiers and look at their dirty little hands. Can the things they touch still be edible?" Bruce was equally irritable. He had been a mercenary in the Umbrella Company and now worked in Brad's office.
Of course, Bruce has another identity in the Philippines. He is now a senior executive of a southern African charity foundation.
"Accepting inspection is a necessary procedure and no one is allowed to violate it." Bill Robinson was indifferent and did not intend to let Bruce pass easily.
"If there is anything to check, should I still send explosives into the temporary camp?" Bruce was simple and rude. Mercenaries are not diplomats and are not that gentle.
"This is my territory, you must abide by my rules!" Bill Robinson is also quite arrogant, and wearing a captain's uniform, he is indeed quite capable of bluffing people.
"Haha, Captain Robinson, I want to remind you that if my interests are damaged because of you, then I will not trouble these monkeys, I will come directly to you!" Bruce did not give in, Southern Africa and the United States
Bruce was unable to resolve the friction between them, but he could still deal with a certain captain.
To put it bluntly, it is a threat. Leonard Wood is causing trouble, and Bruce has nothing to do with Leonard Wood.
But if Bill Robinson does something for the tiger, it will be very simple for Bruce to take revenge on Bill Robinson.
Bill Robinson obviously understood this truth, but what Bruce said was too unpleasant, and the threat in his words was too obvious. Bill Robinson's face instantly turned red, and the veins on his forehead were exposed, as if he was about to have an attack.
Bruce was indifferent and looked at Bill Robinson with cold eyes.
Don't think that by holding a group of southern African immigrants hostage, you can do whatever you want.
impossible!
"Trucks are not allowed to enter the temporary camp--" Bill Robinson finally gave in, turned around and left without saying a word.
Although Bruce's words were unpleasant, they did make Bill Robinson feel threatened.
"Everyone get out of the car, unload the cargo, and let's carry it in ourselves -" Bruce didn't feel complacent and called to the driver and the loaders on the truck.
In fact, there were only a dozen wooden boxes and barrels, and they were all moved into the temporary camp in two or three trips.
Most of the ground in the current temporary camp has been paved with a layer of stones and then a layer of wooden boards. Toilets have also been built in the corners of the temporary camp. The sanitary conditions have been greatly improved.
"It's milk and eggs again. Where's the beef? Where's the fruit? At the very least, prepare some chocolate. We have a lot of women and children here, and they need nutritional supplements." Mike Bedic was very dissatisfied with Bruce's work and was picky.
To the point of being picky.
"Come on, doctor, these things are already very rare. The chocolate you want has to be shipped from southern Africa. It will be delivered in about a week." Bruce directed a few workers to set up a simple stove to heat the milk.
After the African staff entered the temporary camp, the women and children in the temporary camp no longer ate corn tortillas and vegetable soup. With the addition of milk and eggs, a person could not use up more than a dollar a day.
While Bruce and Mike Bedich were distributing food to the immigrants, a dozen Filipino soldiers gathered at the entrance of the temporary camp and were filled with envy.
Soldiers like them cannot enjoy such a standard of food.
Bruce took the initiative to walk over with a pack of cigarettes: "Smoke one -"
"Thank you, sir -" The soldiers who received the cigarettes were flattered. The cigarettes produced in southern Africa were all high-end products with filters, which these Filipino soldiers could not afford.
Bruce smiled and threw the entire pack of cigarettes over. The soldier who received the cigarettes gave one to each of the others, and put the rest directly into his pocket.
It attracted unkind looks from several soldiers.
"Gentlemen, if you treat these women and children better, the Federal Government of Southern Africa will definitely repay you. If they are harmed, the Federal Government of Southern Africa will not ignore them. What the people above do has nothing to do with us. It has nothing to do with us."
It's our turn to take responsibility." Bruce was very good at dealing with these soldiers.
The soldiers were obedient, they were not stupid, and they certainly did not want to be caught between two big countries and serve as cannon fodder.
Giving the soldiers some small profits, Bruce went directly to Bill Robinson.
Bill Robinson sat behind his desk and looked at Bruce with very complicated eyes.
"I'm sorry, Captain, I apologize for my irrational words just now. I wasn't targeting anyone, I was just expressing my feelings." Bruce calmly sat down on the chair opposite Bill Robinson.
Bill Robinson said nothing and quietly watched Bruce's performance.
Bruce didn't talk nonsense. When he took out a cigarette from his pocket, he seemingly accidentally brought out a check from Rand Bank.
"Smoke one?" Bruce stared intently.
Bill Robinson didn't answer or speak, like a wooden sculpture.
Bruce smiled, took out one and lit it himself, nodded to Bill Robinson, stood up and left.
On the dark red tabletop, the white check is extremely dazzling.
Bill Robinson looked at the check with angry eyes, his chest was heaving violently, and his breathing was obviously heavier. For a moment, Bill Robinson even held the handle of the gun.
At this time, Bill Robinson finally saw the number on the check, five hundred dollars.