My own war game

Chapter 336 New Neighbors on the Gul River
"Dear Madam, Cape Town Bank is the largest local financial institution. We have a good reputation. Please allow me to introduce you..." The manager, wearing a wig and holding a briefcase in his hand, was humbly introducing his own business.

Before he could finish, Margaret waved her hand irritably, "Don't say those 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 and said, "Then our bank also runs antique auction business. We just received a batch of exquisite artworks."

But the woman opposite just glanced at the list and showed a look of disdain on her face. "I can't put things of this level in the bedroom unless you have similar works of art."

After saying that, Margaret clapped her hands, and He Chi bent down tacitly.

"Show him my collection."

The bank manager took the painting in his hand, and when he saw the words "Van Gogh" in place of the signature, he couldn't hide the shock on his face.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we really can't get a masterpiece like this..."

"Then why are you still there? Don't disturb my rest." Margaret looked arrogant at this time.

"Um, this..." The manager originally wanted to win a big client for the bank, but he didn't expect to be rejected right from the start. He was a little at a loss for a moment.

Just when he felt that he was going to return empty-handed, the scene suddenly took a turn. The woman asked lazily, "Can your bank act as an agent for buying and selling land?"

"You want to buy land?"

"That's right, I'm not short of money, jewelry or antiques, but I hope to have a piece of land of my own. Can you do it?" the woman said proudly.

Looking at the other party's momentum of spending money lavishly, the manager made his own judgment. The woman opposite was probably the mistress of some big shot in Europe. Due to special reasons, she could not show her face outside her hometown, and they usually chose to purchase some properties overseas.

These industries are not only a guarantee for themselves, but also a way out for the big shots, so they are often willing to spend money. Thinking of this, the manager feels that his opportunity has come.

"Ma'am, you have a good eye. Our Cape Town Bank has a special agency for land exchange. The process is formal and fast, and the handling fee is only 5%..."

"Then stop nagging and let's start looking tomorrow." The woman waved her hand impatiently and ended the conversation for the day.

The next day, the bank sent a special car to take a few people on a tour around Cape Town. Under the guidance of a local guide, people inspected several large pieces of land.

But without exception, women are not satisfied.

Just when everyone thought that the deal could not be made, the woman whispered a few words to the Oriental man and suddenly pointed to a small river at the foot of the mountain and asked what was there.
"Ma'am, that used to be a diamond mine, but it's now abandoned."

"Diamonds?!" The woman's eyes lit up. "Can they still be mined now?"

“Well, theoretically there will still be residual diamond mines here, but they are difficult to mine and the probability of a harvest is low.” The manager explained patiently.

"It doesn't matter, this is it. I'm going to collect a big diamond for myself here." The woman said with high spirits.

The manager looked embarrassed, and a colleague pulled him aside and said, "Since that silly woman wants this land, just sell it to her. You can't harvest anything anyway."

"You know that's where the niggers live next door."

"What's the big deal? We didn't ask her to buy it. When she can't live there any more, she can hire us to evict her and make some money."

The bank manager rolled his eyes and finally nodded, "Just as you say."
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Along the banks of the Goole River in Cape Town, the sun rose again, and puffs of smoke rose from the low houses near the river bank.

Unlike in the city, every resident here has dark skin and wears tattered clothes. Barefoot children are running and playing on the muddy loess road.

This is an indigenous gathering area. Due to the enactment of the Apartheid Act, these black residents were forcibly relocated to the dilapidated gathering area.

Unable to intermarry, not enjoying education and medical care, 50% of the people are restricted to the 12% backward areas, these local indigenous people seem to be 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, because the white people had used shotguns to drive them out before.

"Don't go there! You will be caught by bad guys!" The women in the village warned their children.

Fortunately, the owner opposite did not show any obvious hostility. Apart from seeing someone going in and out with simple tools every day, there were no other actions.

The days seemed to go on like this forever, until one day, a ball broke the tranquility.

The round ball flew high and landed directly on the manor opposite.

The children looked at each other, but finally couldn't bear to part with their precious toys. The leading child pried open a corner of the fence and crawled in through the gap.

Ten minutes passed and there was no response from the first child. Someone couldn't help but follow in to check, but he didn't come out again.

The third, fourth, and fifth child, by the time the younger children realized something was wrong, their older brothers were already in the manor opposite.

Remembering the adults' warnings, the young child became afraid and ran back to the village to tell his parents what had happened.

The village suddenly became chaotic. Parents gathered together to try to find their children. Some people were so emotional that they even picked up sticks and pitchforks.

Dozens of people rushed towards the manor opposite in a disorderly manner, but just as the first person's hand touched the fence, a gunshot rang out.

boom! ! ! !

The bullet hit the ground, and an Oriental man with an automatic rifle walked out of the room.

"Back off! This is private territory!" the man shouted in English, and then repeated it in the local dialect.

The residents were instinctively afraid when they saw the weapons, but they did not want to retreat for the sake of their children, so the two sides were deadlocked for a while.

At this moment, a young black man in leather shoes came running from a distance, shouting as he ran, "Don't be impulsive! I want to communicate! I want to communicate!"

The young man ran to the middle of the two sides and blocked He Chi's gun with his body, then shouted to the villagers, "Put down your weapons, we are not here to cause trouble, violence cannot solve the problem!"

It was obvious that the young man had a high reputation among the villagers, and soon all the sticks and pitchforks fell to the ground.

Only then did he turn around and face He Chi again, raising his hands and panting in English, "Sir, we have no ill intentions, and we don't want to disturb the lives here. We are just here to look for the children in the village."

He Chi looked at the other person and slowly put down his gun. He admired the other person's courage to rush out at this moment.

"Come in with me, the others wait outside." He Chi threw the gun to Jima who was on guard beside him, turned around and led the way.

Two people entered the manor one after the other. After going around a large house, they suddenly heard noisy laughter from the opposite side.

The young man was stunned by the scene in front of him. It turned out that on the flat grass, the beautiful and energetic white hostess was playing football barefoot with the group of boys, and the game was at its most intense moment.

Phew~ Putting down the stone in his heart, the young man suddenly collapsed to 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 and said, "Meet He Chi, the butler 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 this chapter)