Chapter 336 New neighbors by the Gur River
"Dear Madam, Cape Town Bank is the largest local financial institution. We have a good reputation. Please allow me to introduce to you..." The manager wearing a wig and holding a document package in his hand was humbly introducing his business.
Before he could finish speaking, Margaret waved her hands irritably, "Don't say useless things. I'm not interested in finance, and I'm not short of money."
Seeing that the other party was not interested, the manager immediately changed his tone, "Well, our bank also runs antique auction business, and a batch of exquisite works of art have just arrived."
But the woman opposite just glanced at the list with a look of disdain on her face, "I can't put something of this quality in my bedroom unless you have similar works of art."
After speaking, Margaret clapped her hands, and He Chi bent down in tacit agreement.
"Show him my collection."
The bank manager took the painting in his hand. When he saw the words "Van Gogh" at the signature position, he couldn't hide the shock on his face.
"Sorry, ma'am, we really can't get a work by a master like this..."
"Then why are you still staying there? Don't disturb my rest." Margaery looked arrogant at this time.
"Um, this..." I originally wanted to win a big customer for the bank, but I didn't expect to be rejected. The manager was a little at a loss for a while.
Just when he felt like he was about to return without success, the scene suddenly took a turn. The woman lazily said, "Can your bank act as an agent for buying and selling land?"
"You want to buy land?"
"Yes, I am not short of money, jewelry and antiques, but I hope to have a piece of land of my own. Can you do it?" the woman said arrogantly.
After looking at the other party's momentum of spending a lot of money, the manager made his own judgment. The woman opposite was probably the mistress of a big shot in Europe. Due to special reasons, she could not be seen outside her hometown, and they usually chose to purchase some properties overseas.
These industries are not only their own protection, but also a retreat for big shots, so they are often reluctant to spend money. Thinking of this, the manager feels that his opportunity has come.
"Madam, you have such a good sense. Our bank in Cape Town has a special agency for land replacement. The process is formal and fast, and the handling fee is only 5%..."
"Then don't take it from my mother-in-law. Let's start looking at it tomorrow." The woman waved her hand impatiently and ended the conversation for the day.
The next day, the bank sent a special car to drive a few people around the city of Cape Town. Under the leadership of local guides, the people inspected several large pieces of land.
But without exception, women are not satisfied.
Just when everyone thought the business deal could not be concluded, the woman, after whispering a few words to the Oriental, suddenly pointed to a small river at the foot of the mountain and asked where that place was?
"Ma'am, that was a diamond mine in the past and has been abandoned."
"Diamonds?!" The woman's eyes lit up. "Can it still be mined now?"
"Well, theoretically there will still be residual diamond mines here, but it is already difficult to mine, and the probability of harvesting is low." The manager patiently explained from the side.
"It doesn't matter, it's right here. I want to collect a big diamond for myself here." The woman said with high spirits.
The manager had a troubled look on his face, and one of his partners gave him a hand: "Since that silly woman wants this land, sell it to her, and nothing can be harvested anyway."
"It's not like you don't know that next door is where the niggas live."
"What's the matter? We didn't ask her to buy it. When she can no longer live in it, she can make another fortune by hiring us to drive people away."
The bank manager rolled his eyes and finally nodded, "I'll do as you say."
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Along the Gur River in Cape Town, the sun rises again, and bursts of smoke rise from the low houses near the river bank.
Unlike in the city, everyone here has dark skin and their clothes are very shabby. There are barefoot children running around on the muddy loess road.
This is an aboriginal gathering area. Due to the promulgation of the Apartheid Act, these black residents were forcibly relocated to dilapidated gathering areas.
They are not allowed to intermarry, do not enjoy education and medical care, and 50% of the people are restricted to the 12% backward areas. These local aborigines seem to have been completely forgotten by the country. On this morning, several people of different skin colors moved into a house next to the village.
People stood at the edge of the village and watched the cars pulling in furniture and luggage. Every resident was very nervous. You must know that the white people had used shotguns to expel them in the past.
"You must not go there! You will be captured by bad guys!" the women in the village warned their children.
Fortunately, the owner opposite was not obviously hostile. Apart from seeing people coming in and out with simple tools every day, there was no other behavior.
The days seemed to go on like this, until one day, a ball broke the tranquility.
The round ball flew high into the sky and fell directly into the manor opposite.
Several children looked at each other, but in the end they were reluctant to part with their precious toys. The leading child pried open a corner of the fence and got in through the gap.
Ten minutes passed, but there was no reply from the first child. Someone couldn't help but follow him to have a look, but the result didn't come out.
On the third, fourth, and fifth time, when the younger children realized something was wrong, the brothers around them were already in the manor opposite.
Remembering the adults' warnings, the young child became frightened and ran back to the village to tell his parents what had happened.
The village suddenly became chaotic. Parents gathered together to find their children. Some people even picked up wooden sticks and pitchforks because of their excitement.
Dozens of people rushed towards the manor opposite in chaos, but just as the first person's hand touched the fence, a gunshot rang out.
Bang! ! ! !
Bullets hit the ground, and an Oriental man holding an automatic rifle walked out of the room
"Back off! This is private property!" the man shouted in English, and then shouted again in the local dialect.
The residents were instinctively afraid when they saw the weapons, but they didn't want to retreat for the sake of their children, so the two sides reached a stalemate for a while.
At this moment, a young black man wearing leather shoes ran over from a distance, shouting "Don't be impulsive! I'll communicate! I'll communicate!"
The young man ran into the middle of the two parties, blocked He Chi's gun with his body, and then shouted to the villagers, "Put down your weapons, we are not here to make trouble, violence cannot solve the problem!"
It was obvious that the young man had a high prestige among the villagers. After a while, all the sticks and pitchforks fell to the ground.
At this time, he turned around to face He Chi again, raised his hands, and said in English while breathing heavily, "Sir, we have no malicious intentions, and we don't want to disturb the life here. We are just looking for the children in the village."
He Chi looked at the other party and slowly put down the gun. He admired the other party's courage for daring to rush out at such a moment.
"You and I come in, the others are waiting outside." He Chi threw the gun to Jima who was on guard, turned around and led the way.
The two people entered the manor one after another. After walking around a large house, there was suddenly a loud frolic on the opposite side.
The young man was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. It turned out that on the flat grass, the beautiful and energetic white hostess was playing football with the group of boys in her bare feet, and the game was at its most intense.
Phew~ Putting down the stone in his heart, the young man suddenly collapsed on the ground, and then he apologized loudly, "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, we all misunderstood!"
"It doesn't matter. Misunderstanding is also the first step in communication." The other party handed him his hand, "Let's get to know He Chi, the housekeeper of the manor."
The young man stretched out his hand and shook it with a smile on his face, "Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, you can call me Mandela."
(End of chapter)