America's Big Hero

Two days later, south of Cape Town, Philadelphia.

In the room, an old man wearing gold jewelry asked the people around him in strange words, "Has the news spread?"

A young black man, wearing a decent suit, said with a smile, "Don't worry, father, word has spread. Everyone in the tribe, including the city, knows that there will be people from the American Rockefeller family coming to visit you."

"But I doubt whether these guys know what Rockefeller is."

"Don't doubt it, you have to understand that most of the time, what you don't know is the most important thing." The old black man said calmly: "If you know it clearly, you will think wildly instead."

The young black man frowned, slowly realizing something.

……

On both sides of the road, groups of black ghosts are waiting for the big white-eyed man, watching with curiosity in confusion and greed in curiosity, 20 military Hummers with bulletproof grilles, and 3 armored vehicles surrounded Sean. The car entered this black district, which is the largest black ethnic settlement near Cape Town.

"Under the orderly management of the white South Africans, these black people live a peaceful and docile enough life, but I guarantee that once the control is completely released, it will be a disaster." Through the car window, Sean looked out the window Said.

The head of the bodyguard, Torre, shrugged. He was also a black, mixed-race black, but he never felt that he was of the same race as these purebred blacks outside, so he didn't think there was any problem with Sean's words.

Of course, they all knew that Sean didn't mean to discriminate against black people.

"Then why don't you let that shit called Pietra Adem come to Cape Town to meet you, and we have to go to this ghost place." Chatting in the car, Torrey asked casually.

"Show your strength." Sean shrugged. "If they really come to Cape Town, how can I show these military Hummers and armored vehicles with machine guns in their clips?"

"In Cape Town, a wealthy area, there are more than 100 heavily armed American soldiers. The South African government is not joking."

"Okay." Torrey shrugged, but those in charge of security will have to worry about it for a while.

Being surrounded by countless black people, the pressure is inevitable.

The environment here is quite different from Xiao En's imagination. After all, he has only been to North Africa, and there are white people's territories there.

In the imagination, it should be mud as the wall and grass as the roof, but this is not the case in reality.

There are simple houses built with a few pieces of wood, iron sheets, and canvas. Colorful patterns are painted on the iron sheets. There is a rope between two sticks.

Don't worry about keeping warm, the ventilation is pretty good... What if it's raining?

There are bricks and stones, iron roofs, glass boats, fairly regular houses, and yards surrounded by iron fences.

There is a factory building that looks like a simple factory. It is long and there are many people living in it. There are still people working in the yard.

There are also red walls, wrought iron gates, a small second floor of brick and stone structure, and solar water heaters on the roof.

All kinds of buildings are randomly distributed like sesame salt, without any rules.

Under the leadership of Chief Pietra Adem, a convoy of convoys turned around and finally arrived near a rather large courtyard.

When he got there, Sean got out of the car under the guard of a group of soldiers. He looked up and looked forward. Instead of being attracted by the old man with gold ornaments at the gate of the courtyard, he was attracted by the house in the courtyard instead.

Round, like a round house like a granary, but it can be seen that it is not built of mud, it is very clean, painted with white paint, and the roof is made of a kind of grass, it is really like the imagination It is the same building as the ancient Chinese granary.

It's not high, but it's big, and there are three steps at the door.

Following Sean's gaze, Norris quickly explained in a low voice: "This is a tradition. These chiefs have been working hard to maintain this ancient architectural style in order to facilitate their own rule. In fact, the internal environment is very good."

Sean instantly understood, tradition!

While Xiao En was wasting time, the heavily armed soldiers of No. [-] under him unceremoniously pushed away those black ghosts holding greasy AKs that they didn't know if they could still be used, and forcefully brought the surrounding area into range. .

The process was naturally not so gentle, he kicked down those who refused to let him go, and pointed the gun in his hand and the roof of the car unceremoniously, as if he would kill you immediately if he didn't roll.

The gang of black ghosts who had been oppressed by white South Africans for hundreds of years were immediately persuaded, and dispersed without waiting for the chief's order.

Pietra Adem frowned, pretending not to see it, and said nothing. Of course, the most important thing was not being able to beat it.

Sean didn't seem to see it either, and walked up with a smile. He really wanted to ask the other party, wouldn't you feel heavy with so many gold ornaments on your body?

The ones on the head, the neck, the wrists, the belt, the ankles, the walking stick... at least a dozen catties!

It is yellow and inlaid with gemstones, which looks very dazzling in the sun.

The old man was black and he didn't know how big he was. Fortunately, he could speak English. After chatting awkwardly at the door for a while, he welcomed Sean into the house.

They went in, but there were more and more black people around. They didn't want to do anything, they just watched the excitement, pointing at the military Hummers, armored vehicles, and American soldiers with straight combat capabilities at the door.

As if watching strange.

Chapter 544: Damn nigger

Entering the interior of this ancient and traditional building, as Norris said, it is very luxurious, like the people of the Middle East, but it uses gold.

Take a seat in the living room, and the servants will serve you tea.

It is indeed tea, but it is not tea from China, but Rubao tea, which is native to South Africa and is known as one of the three treasures of South Africa.

South Africa's three treasures, diamonds, gold, and precious tea.

Processed from the leaves of a native South African plant called the crooked bean, from the Cape of Good Hope, by cutting its young leaves and twigs, mashing them with a mallet, and putting them together to "ferment ", after about 7 days, the branches and leaves turn from green to dark red, spread out, and put them in the sun to dry.

The color and taste of Rubao tea soup are very similar to black tea. The tea soup tastes silky and smooth, with a melted caramel taste. It can be drunk hot or cold, plain, sweet or with milk.

Rubao tea is rich in antioxidants, vitamin C, minerals and protein. There is a popular saying in the local area, "it makes mothers have a smooth face like a daughter, it makes elders weighing 150 kg have healthy blood vessels of young people, it makes You don’t get a headache when you’re drunk, you don’t suffer from insomnia when you’re broken in love, it gives you 24 hours of freedom and joy.”

This is the first time Sean has said, it's original, even if he's as picky as he is, he still thinks it's not bad.

Go back and bring some to old man David. The old man gave him a luxury cruise ship, and he should return the gift, right?

No need to consider the price, the gift is light and the affection is heavy!

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Sean expressed his friendliness to black people, and Pietra Adem expressed his respect for American friends, and the chat slowly got to the point.

"Mandela deserves the respect of black people. He has fought for the desegregation of apartheid all his life. He is the spiritual leader of our black people." Pietra Adem spoke very slowly, "Of course we Very supportive of desegregation and legitimacy for black people, but not right now."

Sean let out a 'ha', "how should I say it."

"A running antelope can't stop suddenly, it will only hurt itself." Pietra Adem said is a South African proverb, "Apartheid has lasted on this land for hundreds of years, and suddenly it is completely lifted. , will only bring disaster to the country, and he should be a little bit more open."

"Like what?" Sean asked with a smile.

Pietra Adem turned his head and glanced at Torre who was standing silently in the corner. He was a black man of mixed race, and he was considered one of his own. highly educated blacks."

Sean pursed his lips and tilted his head. The old guy's words were somewhat beyond his expectations. He also thought that this was the best way, and opening up all over his head was courting death.

Of course, he can be sure that the old guy is definitely not thinking about some shit country.

Black people have no national concept at all!

The country of South Africa is not owned by black people. It is a country controlled by white people. How can a group of oppressed black people have any sense of belonging to this country.

Therefore, the openness that the old guy said is open to the chiefs and leaders among the blacks, not to the black ghosts below.

In the final analysis, it is still necessary to guarantee the interests of these people.

The old guy is right, but don't say it again!

Right and wrong, which to execute?

Must be right?

Do not!

It could also be wrong!

The emperor said that the people's thinking is not that high, and their thinking is wrong, but should we directly oppose it...

It's not that I don't know if it's a Western society or a feudal society, but it depends on whether it is in the interests of the leader.

What does the white ruling class in control of South Africa need?

Is it niggas who share the power?

No, there are already many corrupt officials, and there is no shortage.

What they need is that the blacks, who account for the absolute majority of the total population of South Africa, become an effective consumer group. The current 4000 million blacks are too poor, and their spending power is far inferior to that of the whites, who account for less than 8% of the total population.

The white market has been developed to the limit, so there is an urgent need to lift the isolation, let these black people become property owners, expand the domestic demand market, and stimulate the economy.

The South African market has a lot of room for development.

A smooth transition is good, but it takes too long. It takes at least ten years to complete education. By then, these South African capitalists will go bankrupt.

Besides... the South African government has tried to promote basic education among blacks before, what is the result?

failure!

The harm between the two powers is the lesser, politics is the art of compromise, there is no completely right choice.

Outside of South Africa, whether it is the British or the Americans, or Germany, France, etc., they all hope that South Africa will immediately desegregate, including Sean.

"Promoting education among black people?" Sean had a mocking smile on his lips. "Ten years, maybe more. Where are those schools?"

"When I came in just now, I saw a piece of bricks and tiles that looked like a car factory. Could it be the school that used to be?"

Those who can become the leaders of a country, even those who are tried to be ridiculed by people, are not really waste.

Right, rare.

The Rare Sect, who was killed out of hundreds of millions of low-level white people, was once in its prime and famous all over the United States.

They are all capable and discerning, but the world is like this, and the decisions they make in the end are often not the right ones.

It's like a school that's turned into a bunch of black houses on the outside.

Didn't Pietra Adem know that education is necessary for blacks to really rise?

He knew, so his son had been educated in the city since he was a child, and went to France to study in high school, and got a bachelor's degree in a serious way.

However, just because he let his son get an education doesn't mean he also wants to let the black ghosts in the tribe get an education.

The people can let it go, but they can't make it known.

Africa doesn't have this phrase, but the philosophy of management is the same.

In the eyes of black chiefs such as Pietra Adem, is it really out of good intentions that the white men spend a lot of money to build schools on their land?

Really kind, this piece of black land should not be ruled by white people.

In their seriousness, this is because the white people want to completely disintegrate the ruling foundation of their chiefs. It is not a lie that the more they understand, the more reactionary they will be.

Of course, getting more and better cheap labor is also one of the starting points.

Therefore, under the deliberate guidance and connivance of these chiefs, how could these niggers bear the noble temperament emanating from the white skins.

What is release nature?

What is simple character?

Do it when you think of it!

The niggers used their greatest enthusiasm, and a group of people attacked every place that could be put in with sticks.

They are not picky eaters, they don't care about men and women, one wave after another, and then there is no more...

Afterwards, the chief will of course punish these mindless animals severely, but he will also help them propose to the injured white skin.

It doesn't matter if you violate her, just marry and go home.

The niggas got more excited!

What if, what if it happens.

The school has become what it is now.

The attitude of black South Africans towards books cannot be developed in a day or two, so during the riots, everywhere was vandalized and robbed, with the exception of bookstores.

"It was just an accident. The children didn't receive education. They like and admire you white people too much. It's a yearning. They already know it's wrong." A look of embarrassment flashed across Pietra Adem's face, It soon converged again.

I heard that Sean had just arrived in South Africa, but I didn't expect to know so clearly.

Who said these white skins are easy to deceive.

When white people treat black people like orangutans, orangutans look at white people in the same strange way.

"Do I look like the kind of guy who's easy to lie to?" Sean squinted at Pietra Adem.

"of course not."

"So, let's talk about something that is in the interests of both parties, instead of wasting time here." With that, Sean leaned forward slightly, staring into Pietra Adem's eyes and said, "My time It's precious, beyond your imagination, and I want what I want."

Pietra Adem frowned, waved his hand, and all his men left except his son, but Torre in the corner remained unmoved.

"He's black." Sean said with a smile on his face, "I, a white man, believe him, don't you?"

The corner of Pietra Adem's mouth twitched slightly, he was embarrassed just because he was one of his own, hey!