Chinese culture is extensive and profound. "If you have enough food and clothing, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace." This is equally meaningful at the beginning of the 20th century.
While Jeffrey Kipling and Rex Lasco were chatting, Hank Wesley from Texas had just stepped down the gangway of the Princess Mary.
Hank Wesley was an employee of Standard Oil Company and had just arrived in Port Elizabeth from New York. He was a senior cowboy and could hit six targets with six shots in two seconds, so he was hired by Standard Oil to Port Elizabeth with a high salary.
, serves as a senior employee responsible for security at Standard Oil.
Under normal circumstances, senior employees of oil companies are all well-mannered and elegant in suits and leather shoes, which is completely different from violent individuals who come from lower-level backgrounds.
Hank Wesley was different. He was born in a poor family in Ireland. Forced by life, he immigrated to the United States. Then he flourished in the United States' westward expansion and eventually became an employee of Standard Oil and came to the Middle East.
"Weak chickens (Chinese), British, Slavs, Persians, this is a land polluted by the devil, exuding a disgusting smell from head to toe. I regret it now, I should not accept Standard Oil
Hire, the people here should fend for themselves." Hank Wesley had a strong opinion of Port Elizabeth.
"Don't be like this Hank, we are also here to work -" Randall Lindbergh of Standard Oil Company was helpless. Almost all white people could not accept the current situation of Port Elizabeth when they arrived in Port Elizabeth. However, the Chinese people in Port Elizabeth were unable to accept the current situation.
Strength is irrefutable, and personal opposition is meaningless.
"Randall, I don't mean to offend, but is this Port Elizabeth still the Port of Elizabeth of the British Empire?" Hank Wesley persisted. Almost all the staff at the Port Elizabeth pier were Chinese, and they were checking all the passengers who disembarked.
They are reviewed one by one. If there is a problem with someone's documents, they will not be allowed to go ashore. The mercenaries of the Umbrella Company are watching eagerly. All the fat and strong military dogs are South African mastiffs. They look harmless now, but as long as they give an order, they will
Become a bloodthirsty maniac.
"I don't mean to offend Hanks. If you really can't accept everything in Port Elizabeth, then you can return to Texas. No one will force you -" Randall Lindbergh was very irritable. Along the way,
Hank Wesley has been harping on the service on the "Princess Mary". In fact, the service on the "Princess Mary" is very good. Hank Wesley is out of prejudice, so he always finds faults.
"Hahaha, British people! You are always as tolerant to British companies as possible. Wait and see, sooner or later, the umbrella company will become your biggest trouble." Hank Wesley avoided the important and chose the light. The U.S. High Court has begun to judge Standard Oil's monopoly behavior.
Under review, once the monopoly is confirmed, Standard Oil is likely to face a spin-off, so the situation of Standard Oil is also very bad.
"I heard a lot of jealousy, Mr. Hank, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Port Elizabeth is still a British territory, not the United States." Randall Lindbergh laughed. The United States' GDP has surpassed the United Kingdom to become the world's largest.
First, it is impossible for the British to be innocent.
But when he got off the ship, Randall Lindbergh immediately felt what the Port Elizabeth standard was.
"Name?"
"age?"
"Place of origin?"
"Why Port Elizabeth?"
A barrage of questions from immigration officials made Randall Lindbergh furious.
"Mr. Get it, I am an Irishman with standard British nationality. I have the right to move freely in British territory!" Randall Lindbergh was speechless. Hank Wesley had passed the inspection and was holding his arms outside the checkpoint.
The arm gave Randall Lindbergh a sarcastic smile.
What about the British?
You also need to undergo inspection in Port Elizabeth, and the procedures are even more complicated.
"No one denies your rights, sir, but Port Elizabeth is not a British territory, but the private territory of Lord Nyasaland. Therefore, you must truthfully state your purpose of coming to Port Elizabeth before you can pass customs smoothly." Immigration Bureau official Poker
Face, didn't even look at Randall Lindbergh's work ID.
"Asshole, even if your Lord is here, he wouldn't dare to speak to me like this." Randall Lindbergh was furious. In fact, a nobleman like Rock would never pay attention to a company like Randall Lindbergh.
Employee, Randall Lindbergh just feels too good about himself.
So the immigration officer was very rude and immediately blew the police whistle at hand.
Soon, five or six heavily armed police officers came running over, leading several military dogs. It was as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"I'm British, I have the rights I should enjoy, I haven't broken the law, I demand fair treatment -" Randall Lindbergh is very smart, but now he seems like a complete victim.
Unfortunately, the border police did not listen to Randall Lindbergh's statement, and they must first communicate with the immigration staff.
Then a dozen police officers pointed their guns at Randall Lindbergh.
"I'm innocent -" Randall Lindbergh broke out in sweat.
"Raise your hands and place them where I can see them. Stop all unnecessary actions. Now follow my instructions. Kneel down, lie on the ground, put your hands behind your head, and let me see your hands.
Otherwise I will take further measures." The border police did not know how many such situations they had experienced, so they were very strict on details.
"Fake, your father, I will accuse you -" Randall Lindbergh had just shouted a few words when he received a heavy gun butt on his neck.
The military and police in Southern Africa are famous for their brutality. They often use batons and tear gas. The police batons in the UK are all made of natural rubber. The police batons in Southern Africa are only made of rubber on the outside, but there are really crazy steel bars inside, which can hit people.
You can't see the scars, but it may hurt your muscles and bones.
"Shut your mouth now. You can't speak until I ask you to speak. Otherwise, be honest." The military police at the port have a rude attitude. They are composed of three or four layers. The first layer is loaded with live ammunition, with a shield in one hand and a baton in the other.
He was wearing a gas mask on his face, and he started to slap around without thinking, so he would be more restrained when facing women and children.
The second row is armed police armed with rifles and shotguns. These police weapons have bayonets and tear gas launchers on their rifles. Their nickname is "King of Hell". From this nickname, you can tell
Police brutality.
After the armed police, there are more ordinary police. They usually only wear pistols but also carry more handcuffs. Their main task is to arrest.
Randall Lindbergh was still able to argue his case against immigration officials.
But facing the border police, Randall Lindbergh was powerless to resist.
Like those beggars, homeless men, thieves and robbers, Randall Lindbergh was imprisoned in the temporary prison of the Port Police Station. Each room was about fifteen square meters, but it had to accommodate fifteen people. Individual rights could not be guaranteed.
of.
Like those notorious prisons, Randall Lindbergh had three conflicts with fellow inmates within half an hour of entering his cell.
With his strong personal strength, Randall Lindbergh got the best bed in the cell. It was neither inside nor outside. If it was inside, it would be too close to the toilet. If it was outside, it would be too close to the corridor. He had to rest all night.
not good.
"Fat man, why are you here?" Randall Lindbergh was interested in his cellmate.
"I made a mistake, I didn't obey the police's instructions, and then I was sent to jail -" The former boss of the prison regretted it too much. Sometimes a small mistake can cause irreparable serious consequences.
"Big Beard, what about you?" Randall Lindbergh tried to understand everyone's situation as much as possible. This was also a rare experience.
"I beat up the tax officer -" The bearded man looked embarrassed. Now he knew what the crime of beating the tax officer was, but it was of no use. There is no crime in Port Elizabeth. If you make a mistake, you must be punished.
There was a sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor. The bottoms of the prison guards' shoes were spiked, and the sound of the steel soles touching the stone floor was extremely clear and crisp.
"Randall, come out-" The expressionless prison guard was unusually cold.
"Sir, I am Randall——" Randall Lindbergh was very well-behaved at this time.
"You're lucky. Someone is here to protect you. You can leave now." The prison guard's expression was actually a bit regretful. This expression made Randall Lindbergh's hair stand on end.
The person who came to vouch for Randall Lindbergh was Jeffrey Kipling's secretary Christopher Arnold. The security deposit in Port Elizabeth started at one thousand pounds. This price is very high, and a person worth one thousand pounds
, the profit created for the employer must be more than one thousand pounds.
"Mr. Randall, you are very lucky, but even if someone is willing to vouch for you, you cannot leave Port Elizabeth within half a month. You must report to the Port District Police Station before twelve o'clock every morning to explain your previous
The trajectory of a day's actions, what did you do, who did you meet, what did you say, can you do it?" The officials of the Port Authority are serious and will not bend the law for personal gain after receiving money.
"Of course, I can do it." Randall Lindbergh was very honest and did not dare to prick at all.
That's right, those who know the current affairs are heroes.
