In April, the spring flowers are warm and cool......

Well, April in Paz is autumn, which should be described as fruitful, fragrant with cinnamon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Located in the Southern Hemisphere, Perth is the capital of Western Australia and is known as the "Black Swan City", with four distinct seasons: summer from December to February, autumn from March to May, winter from June to August, and spring from September to November.

With a typical Mediterranean climate, hot and dry summers and mild and rainy winters, Paz is a great place to live.

Western Australia is Australia's largest state, and it can be called a vast and sparsely populated state, with 2.52 million square kilometers of land, about the size of the whole of Western Europe, but less than 500,000 people, most of whom are concentrated in Pass.

It is conceivable that in the whole of Western Australia, the situation in other places except for Perth is very appropriate to describe as uninhabited and barren.

Western Australia's abundant natural resources and geographical location give the people who live here almost unlimited living space.

The living environment without too much pressure has also created the kindness of the Paz people, and their kindness to others is known from far and near.

In other words, the Paz people are notoriously good-natured.

But in 1919, just after the end of the World War, even the good temper was tempered, so in the Swan River Cafe opposite Perth City Hall, Timothy and Charles looked particularly angry.

"I really don't understand why we have to be exploited by those damned London lords, and the Irish in Melbourne, look at it, wool tax, inheritance tax, income tax, war profits tax, entertainment donations, land tax, tax tax...... It's all taxes, those damn guys can't wait to drain every one of our shillings, I'm fed up......" The obese Charles grumbled as soon as he sat down, his fingers still impatiently tapping on the counter, urging the waiter to hurry up and get him a drink.

"Charles, you have to know how to control your emotions, otherwise it will only add to your troubles. It's not just us, it's the whole British Empire, so you shouldn't complain, just do what you have to do. The tall and thin Timothy was not impatient, and smiled at the waiter who brought the rum, and then pinched the glass with two fingers.

"Hah...... You are not in charge of the Economic Committee, so of course you don't need to worry, but do you know what I'm worried about now? I'm telling you, if I go on like this, I won't be able to keep a single hair of my pathetic hair. Charles tilted his head to take one glass, and then urged the waiter to bring another one.

"That's just right, you can save the cost of a haircut......" Timothy chuckled, raising her glass and sipping it lightly.

"Damn it, your mouth is still so bad, you should use your mouth to debate with the Labour Party and not to beat me as a poor man." Charles was dissatisfied, his mouth was like a bottomless pit, and he looked up and had another glass.

"Sir, one last glass of ......" The waiter was not impatient and offered the rum that had already been prepared.

"Hey, Tim even has to find me embarrassed, you don't know how to respect your elders so much. I said, how about a discussion? Anyway, Timothy can't finish his drink, so I'll give me his share......" Charles clenched his fists and slammed the counter, clattering, and the various cups under the counter clanged.

Compared to Western Europe, Paz is so small, so small that many people are already very familiar with it, even bartenders and parliamentarians.

"Aunt Betty won't agree to you doing this." Tim ignored the disgruntled Charles, picked up a towel and began to wipe the glass.

"Calm down, Charles, anger won't solve the problem." Timothy sighed faintly, he had just drunk about a quarter of his wine.

"How do you calm me down? We had to play for the British Empire during the world war, so we sent almost all the lads, and we didn't complain. But now that the world war is over, we don't seem to be getting any benefit, and we have to pay the boys' pensions ourselves, which is unreasonable! The old men of London, who only care about blackmailing the Germans, have thrown us into the basement water dungeon that is dark all year round! Charles did not give up, but did not drink the cup in one go, but put it under his nose, let the mellow aroma linger on the end of his nose, and enjoy the happiness of this moment.

Charles knew that since Tim said it was the last cup, then this was the last cup, so if he wanted to keep the happiness for longer, Charles had to delay the enjoyment.

"It can't be said that we got nothing, at least we got the island of Guinea and the Solomon Islands, well, although the Melbourne guys sold it again." Timothy also shook his head slightly, not because the federal government sold the islands of Guinea and the Solomon Islands, but because those benefits did not have a share of Western Australia.

Australia is relatively big, especially in Western Australia, where less than one percent of the land has been developed.

So land is the least valuable in Western Australia.

For example, Charles and Timothy have ranches under their names measured in 100 square kilometers, and the actual use is less than a tenth.

"Hah, what if you sell it? Give us even a pound sterling? Charles was even more dissatisfied.

The current currency in Australia is the Australian pound, which is equivalent to the British pound, but Charles is still used to using the British pound to express it.

"The federal government has its own difficulties, Charles, you have to understand." Timothy continued to persuade, but his words seemed to have no force, and even he was wavering.

"Looks like you all need Angel Jack's help." Tim rarely interjected.

"Angel Jack? What the hell is that? Charles was confused.

"Hahaha, Charles, you're outdated, you don't even know Angel Jack." Timothy scoffed unceremoniously.

"What the hell do I know what the hell he is? Could it be that he was George's illegitimate son? Charles retorted unceremoniously.

By "George", Charles is not referring to King George V of the United Kingdom, but to another George, British Prime Minister Lloyd George.

Westerners don't really care much about status, so Charles and Timothy can make jokes about George V unscrupulously, and Tim, a bartender, dares to restrict Charles, who is a parliamentarian, not to be greedy for glasses.

This is also the merit of an elected government, and all elected officials should not oppose this kind of "no top or bottom" for the sake of votes, but should actively participate in it and laugh at themselves with ordinary people as a sign of magnanimity.

Otherwise, it will be very dangerous, and once a politician is labeled as "narrow in measure", he will not be pleasing in the next election.

Of course, to a certain extent, this can be regarded as the sorrow of the democratically elected government, because officials do not have the slightest "official authority" to speak of, and in order to curry favor with voters, officials cannot focus on long-term construction, but will attach importance to immediate interests, and in the long run, it will not be beneficial to the development of the local economy.

"Hahaha, Charles, that angel Jack may not be George's illegitimate son, but he must be God's illegitimate son." Perhaps a little emotional and envious, Timothy also drank the wine in the cup: "Charles, you may not know, this Jack from the North African colonies was just a farmer half a year ago, but that damn United Oil Company somehow fell in love with Jack's farm, and then paid a big price to buy his farm from Jack's hands." However, Jack didn't know anything but growing grapes, so he bought a large farm in another place, and then combined oil followed, again paying an astronomical amount. Well, Jack doesn't have to grow grapes now, because the money paid to him by the United Oil Company will not be spent in two lifetimes......"

Ah, what a legend of getting rich overnight, no wonder people call him "Angel Jack", with such good luck, he is indeed the illegitimate son of God.

"It's unbelievable, what's under the ground? Gold? Charles was dumbfounded.

"Gold? No, it's worth more than gold, and the land that Jack bought twice is covered with oil fields, and they are very large oil fields, any of which is said to be comparable to New Baku, think of New Baku of the United Oil Company, which claims to have ten times more underground reserves than Romania combined. Timothy explained it clearly, and the envy in and out of his words was undisguised.

Charles's expression twitched a little, and he couldn't help but pick up the cup and drink it all: "Where is this lucky guy?" I'm going to partner with him to buy land...... Oh God, there's not a drop left, my god ......"

The Swan River Cafe suddenly resounded with a howl like a ghost, followed by Charles's plea and Tim's refusal.

"It's not a good idea to partner with him now, someone has already done it, but the family is bankrupt, so this angel Jack can't get along in Europe now, I heard that he went to Sydney last month." Timothy shook his head and sighed, not knowing whether to lament the loss of Jack's lucky halo or for the unlucky ones who broke the bank.

"No, no, no, that guy is in Perth now, he was here yesterday." Tim said, offering Charles another glass: "I swear, this is definitely the last one." ”

"Alright, alright, alright, one last drink, uh-huh......" Charles let out an intoxicated moan, his expression lewd and.

"That guy is in Paz? What is he here for? Timothy was curious.

"Who knows? The guy is now a rich man, and his behavior is understandably eccentric, and he negotiated a deal with Fred here yesterday to buy Fred's ranch for about £100,000. "Tim's mysterious revelation.

Coffee hanging is indeed a good place to inquire about the news, and a lot of gossip spreads from here, and it has a high degree of credibility.

Of course, the more Charles and Timothy want to know, the price will have to be paid a little extra.

"One hundred thousand pounds? It's unbelievable that for Fred's ranch, fifty thousand pounds would be ridiculed as a madman! Timothy taunted without hesitation.

There was a fire beating in Timothy's eyes, and his ranch was ten times bigger than Fred's, so that would be a million pounds!

Hiss......

Timothy felt that his heart was a little unbearable, and he threw his head up and drank it all.

(To be continued.) )