My own war game

Chapter 340: Robbery
He Chi breathed a sigh of relief when a pretty face appeared in front of him holding a dress.

It wasn't Hepburn, but just a mixed-race girl of eight or nine years old with slightly dark skin and beautiful eyes.

"How is it? Are you scared? She is my new maid and I gave her a name." Margaret said with a smile while hugging the little girl.

He Chi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Even if you and Audrey Hepburn have a bad relationship, you don't have to use this method to make fun of it."

"What's the matter? Come on, Audrey, accompany me to change clothes." Margaret raised her chin and strode away. The maid behind her quickened her pace holding the clothes.

"She is actually quite gentle." Jima commented as she looked at the two figures, one big and one small.

"what happened?"

"The girl was too young. When she was sent here by her family, she didn't know how to dry diamond sand at all. When the other children were working, she squatted on the ground and cried. So Margaret took her in as a maid."

After saying that, Jima stuffed the selected large diamond into her pocket and stretched lazily. "Well, since I'm leaving soon, I have to rest for two days. To be honest, I haven't had a good vacation yet."

Because the decision to evacuate had been made, the atmosphere in the entire manor suddenly became relaxed over the next few days.

All the children only worked half a day and spent the whole afternoon playing with the mistress of the manor. Margaret was happy to be the king of the children, taking them around every day. Of course, she was always followed by a little girl named "Audrey".

Jima, who had lost her job, had nothing to do, so she simply became a teacher for a few children, teaching them some simple words and arithmetic when she had time.

He Chi became a part-time doctor, walking a long way every day to treat nearby villagers.

For the two girls, this is just a way to spice up their leisure time.

For He Chi, practicing medicine is his cover and excuse to go out in search of the "Tears of the Scarlet Girl" on weekdays.

But few people know what they are doing.

The word spread among local residents that the new mine owners were two girls with hearts as kind as diamonds. Not only did they not discriminate against the indigenous people, they also gave them jobs and taught their children to read.

Workers do not have to go to work naked, they are paid enough, and extra food can be distributed to those in need every day.

The other Asian was like a saint. He traveled around nearby settlements every day to treat the indigenous people. At least hundreds of people had received his help, but he didn't ask for a penny.

This reputation reached its peak when He Chi cured a respected local clan leader.

One day, thousands of local residents gathered at the farm gate - they invited the kind hostess and compassionate housekeeper to participate in the local traditional festival "Farming Festival Celebration"

A tall torch was raised, the villagers took out the food and wine they had stored at home, and the elders of status accompanied He Chi.

Margaret was given the highest honor - planting the first seedling of spring.

When the second princess inserted the seedlings crookedly with her bare feet, thousands of people surrounded her and cheered!
Margaret was extremely proud at this moment. She felt that the blessings in her ears were a hundred times more pleasant than the hypocritical compliments in Windsor Castle.

Mandela, who was sitting nearby, whispered in He Chi's ear, "Miss Erica is like an angel who brings us hope. She makes me believe that white people and indigenous people can really live under the same sky."

boom! ! ! ! ! !

A gunshot pierced the night sky, and a group of uninvited guests appeared at the edge of the manor with weapons in hand.

He Chi looked at the dark shadow in the distance and frowned.

"You came at the wrong time~" the Oriental man muttered to himself.

Outside the fence, the leader, Hossen Bruce, lowered the gun in his hand with a strange smile on his face, "Madam, we received a report saying that you were held hostage by a group of blacks, so we quickly organized people to rescue you. It seems it's timely." "I'm not held hostage by anyone. This is my manor. Take your people and get out!" The provoked Margaret roared like a little lion.

"Sorry, there was a small accident here regarding the ownership of this land." Bruce said with a poker face and handed over the documents in his hand.

An hour later, when people had dispersed, Mandela sat in front of the hostess and took off his reading glasses.

"Ms. Erica, there may be trouble. The other party has taken advantage of a legal loophole."

"Under apartheid laws, white people were not allowed to provide quality job opportunities to indigenous people after purchasing land, and serious violators would be sentenced to lose their property ownership."

"What a joke! Do white people have enough manpower to mine themselves?" Although she decided to leave, Margaret still felt that the law was ridiculous.

Mandela shook his head. “That’s the problem. Is it a quality job opportunity? This is a very vague concept. It is not clearly defined in the law.”

"The other party used the fact that you gave the locals generous treatment to try to confuse the concept."

He Chi interrupted and asked, "Will the other party use this opportunity to take back the land?"

Mandela bowed slightly. "I studied law for this moment. You are friends of all our indigenous people. I will risk my career to defend you!"

The case of the ownership of the Cole Hill mine soon became a well-known topic for everyone in Cape Town.

One reason is that this diamond mine is of great value, and many people believe it may be the second Kimberley mine.

The second reason is the legal specificity. This was the first time that a black lawyer defended a white person.

The third is the racial issue. Thousands of indigenous people supported the white female mine owner. They gathered outside and shouted slogans such as "Protect our Erica".

Looking at Mandela who entered the court with full concentration, He Chi shook his head with some regret, "How pitiful. I feel a little sorry for him."

"Why do you say that?" Jima asked, tilting her head.

He Chi stood and said, "The judge and jury are all from the other side, and they are all white. Behind the plaintiff is the local mayor. This is no longer a question of ability. This is a task that cannot be accomplished no matter what."

Sure enough, Margaret sat in the dock without saying a word, leaving the debate entirely to the young Mandela.

The black guy used all his skills and argued with the other party in court by citing classics. He didn't even drink a sip of water for the whole day.

The final outcome was that Mandela won, but he actually failed.

Cape Town Bank was found guilty of violating procedures when signing the contract and was ordered to pay double the penalty.

At the same time, Margaret's land purchase contract was ruled invalid, and she was required to return the mine to the board of directors of Cape Town Bank within a specified time.

Everyone knows that compared with the true value of the mining area, that amount of liquidated damages is almost negligible.

The Cape Town Bank immediately announced that it would resume operating the Cole Mountain mine, and at the same time, for the safety of the surrounding areas, it would forcibly relocate nearby indigenous people in accordance with the law.

When the news came out, Mandela stood stupidly at the defense table.

Boom! ! !
A roadblock has been knocked down!

The crowd outside suddenly became chaotic!
(End of this chapter)