Nestled in a slum in the north of Johannesburg, Shamrock's humble houses and dilapidated surroundings reveal a hierarchy of restaurateurs and diners.

"Brian, it's been a long time."

"Hey, it's so late."

Brian was constantly greeted by people in the room, an Irish restaurant, many of whom were acquaintances.

"Boss, is Douglas here?"

"Here, in the back."

Brian pulled the boss aside and whispered a question, and the boss quietly pointed to the back of the restaurant, where the core of the Fenian Society met.

When Brian went to find the boss, Liang Hong himself found an empty seat and sat down. Looking at the menu on the table, handwritten on rough brown paper, mashed potato cabbage, potato beef stew, baked potato chips, etc., most of the dishes are related to potatoes, which is really Irish.

During the day, he negotiated a research and development contract with Brian, and came over at night to use the Fenian Society to get Paul's identity documents. Of course, he also wanted to contact this anti-British organization to see if there was any possibility of cooperation.

"Liang, I'll go first, you wait outside for a while."

Brian came to Liang Hong's side, said a few words, and turned to the backyard.

"Hey, Yellow Boy, let's do it for the first time."

As soon as Brian left, a man sat across from him, and his eardrums trembled with a rough sullen voice. Liang Hong raised his head and saw that the white man was a big man, more than two meters tall, with a full beard, and his arms were about to catch up with the thickness of an adult's thighs.

"It's the first time I've been here, what do you call it?"

"I, Ododa." The strong man pointed to his chest, and then pointed to Liang Hong, "You, the newcomer, break your wrists." ”

Liang Hong glanced at his wrist, which was much thicker than him, and shook his head.

"Not interested!"

"Huang boy, look down on me, fight."

Odoga stood up like a mountain of meat, menacing, and stared at him with big eyes like cowbells. Liang Hong couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, although he had a lot of strength, but compared to this human bear, I am afraid it was really bad. The right hand pressed against the handle of the gun at his waist, and the muzzle of the gun was cocked forward, and the left hand had quietly pressed down the hammer.

"Oda Dorta, what are you doing, this is the guest Brian brought in."

The tavern owner ran over in time, stopped Oda from drinking, and turned his head to explain to Liang Hong.

"I'm really sorry, in fact, Oduoduo has no malicious intent, pestering the newcomer to wrestle his wrists and bet on the winner to drink."

"It's okay, then the boss will take a glass of Oda often drink, count me as a treat."

As he spoke, he quietly covered the pistol with the placket of his coat, pointed the muzzle of the gun to the ground, and quietly put the hammer back into place. Across the table, Oduo couldn't see it, but Liang Hong guessed that the tavern owner might have seen it.

Soon, a large bowl of corn wine was served, which was supposed to be Ododa's favorite. Liang Hong glanced at the menu, corn wine was the cheapest, fivepence for a bowl of wine.

Oda wiped out the bowl in one go, wiped his beard with his hand, and grinned.

"It's so happy, Huang boy, you're good, invite me to drink."

It's not bad, just now I almost blasted your brother out of the hole in his chest, and Liang Hong was praised very embarrassed.

"Oda Dorda, where are you high?"

"Gao is a fart, let's work on the railway, pull the turnout."

As he spoke, his thigh-thick arm made a hard wrenching motion. Just then, Brian walked over and interrupted the conversation.

"Liang, come in with me."

The head of the Fenian Society in South Africa is called Douglas, a tall, thin middle-aged man with a deep gaze. Later, Liang Hong learned that the name Douglas came from Gaelic and came from deep water. Although the Irish are under British rule, their national language is not English, but Gaelic.

"Liang, it's a pleasure to meet you, to hear Brian, you are an insightful African chief."

Douglas stood up and offered to say hello. It's the backyard of the restaurant, the room is not big, and Douglas is the only one in the house.

"I don't dare to be knowledgeable, but my teacher has said a lot of very unique views."

Liang Hong greeted him, and pushed out the teacher he had arranged to act as a shield.

"The analogy of the antelope lion is remarkable, but unfortunately, the English lion is too strong, and it is difficult for us antelopes to hurt him."

This analogy was told by Liang Hong to Brian yesterday, comparing Britain to lions, and Boers to hyenas, as long as the two fight, it is possible to cause harm to the lion, and others will have a chance.

"Actually, the opportunities are not impossible, and the current Boers are like an aggressive hyena, and they will soon be pinched."

Liang Hong knew that the war between the British and the Boers would break out in a year, and that it would be the Boer army that took the initiative to besiege the overseas cities occupied by the British.

"Although the Jameson incident occurred two years ago, the crisis has been resolved, and now there is no sign of a larger conflict between the two sides."

Douglas questioned Liang Hong's affirmation, and the disparity in power between the two sides was too great unless the Boers went crazy.

"There is a famous saying in the ancient Orient that it is called guilty of sin. In steppe parlance, a single hyena does not deserve to possess the entire carcass of a bison. The Transvaal Plateau, rich in gold and diamonds, and vast riches beyond the protection of the weaker Boers. ”

Douglas listened, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, only Liang Hong's voice echoed in the room.

"In the previous Boer War, the British compromised, and the Boers won. This victory made the Boers more willing to imagine that the British would continue to compromise, so they would behave tougher, and it made it impossible for the two sides to reconcile. In this fight between hyenas and lions, the loser will lose the qualification to hunt in this grassland, and it will become a life-and-death contest. ”

Liang Hong also knew that Kaiser Wilhelm II had added weight to the Boer impulses. During the Jameson incident, in order to show his solidarity, the Kaiser not only publicly telegraphed the Transvaal President Kruger, but also sent a small detachment of German cruisers cruising in the Indian Ocean to land in Mozambique, near the Transvaal. As a result, relations between Britain and Germany deteriorated completely, and Britain was determined to solve the South African problem by force and put an end to the problem once and for all.

The two sides talked about it very late, and a consensus was reached on the point of dealing with the British.

"Now we need to wait, and we need to make ourselves stronger while waiting. The Boers are very greedy and will not be willing to give up any piece of fat to outsiders, so we have to rely more on ourselves. Liang Hong implicitly hinted.

"Yes, the Boers are too greedy. In order for merchants to transport goods from the railways built by the Boers, the charges for other railways in the territory were greatly increased. People here now train goods from the Cape to the border on the Orange River, and then change to horse-drawn wagons to bring them into the city. ”

Douglas chimed in. The Fenian Society came here expecting help from the Boers, but to their disappointment, they not only ignored them, but also imposed heavy taxes on the small mines they had bought.

"You're talking about the Pretoria-Lorenço Marques railway."

Liang Hong had heard of the railway, which led directly to Lorenço Marques, the capital of the Portuguese colony of Mozambique, which later became Maputo.

"However, if it's just the railway, the Boers won't make much, and you won't give them a chance to earn more now."

Speaking of this, Liang Hong and Douglas both laughed, in fact, it was not too troublesome to toss with a carriage, the Johannesburgers were more hostile in their hearts, and would rather trouble than let the Boers make money.

"The Boers did not only use railways, but also imported machinery and equipment for mining, and the tariffs were almost doubled. What was even more excessive was the fierce gunpowder necessary for the mines, which not only had extremely high tariffs, but also designated a monopoly run by Boer companies. ”

"Gunpowder?"

Liang Hong's eyes lit up instantly, this he could create.