Johannesburg, South Africa.

Stretching his waist, the black Tibetan couldn't help but smile on his face, thousands of miles away from his hometown, all he could feel was indescribable comfort.

After all, he was not stupid to fly straight to South Africa, but first transferred to Abu Dhabi, leaving a confusing worm clone and then going through several twists and turns before arriving in Johannesburg.

A country that once developed rapidly and then declined, with a civilized order and a clash of races, as an international metropolis, but also thanks to the development of Chinese in South Africa, his yellow identity in Johannesburg is not too conspicuous.

If you go to a white country like Britaun, Amelika, and Gamada, you will be too conspicuous.

Although there are many English-speaking countries in the interior of Africa, among the blacks who are matte black, high-gloss black, and matte black, their yellow identity cannot be hidden, not to mention that most of the landlocked countries are very backward, and the black Tibetans are in pursuit of freedom, not to live a primitive life.

The thought of having an African drum wrapped around his waist and oil paint on his face made the Tibetan tremble and laugh like an experimental frog with its skin cut, the kind that did not have its nerves severed.

After laughing, he straightened his clothes and reached out to hail a taxi.

The location he chose was a residential area in the city, not a high-end residence, and in terms of the security of Johnnesburg, it was inevitable that some chaos would occur in the middle and lower residential areas, after all, not every country and region had a spontaneous high order like the East Asian civilization circle.

However, even if there is any chaotic incident, the Tibetans are not afraid at all.

As soon as he got into the taxi, he stared at the black Tibetan.

Most taxi drivers around the world have a skill at talking, either to ease the awkwardness of being in the car, or to simply listen to too much of the radio on the vehicle's radio.

“Are·you· Chinese? "The black taxi driver bared his big white teeth.

“Yes。”

“I·love· China! ”

“Yes！”

"Mud Hao."

"Mud Hao."

The Tibetan discussed the affairs of China with the taxi driver in island-like English, wishing that no one would recognize him as an islander.

Anyway, he is also a high-achieving student who graduated from a famous university, and he can have in-depth communication with taxi drivers even if he stumbles.

"You're on your way to Joburg...... Conducting an academic visit? "Looking at the hard-core scholar of the Black Tibetans, it is hard not to put him and academic research together.

"It's not." The Tibetans felt that if they had the chance, they had to put on contact lenses and get their hair and clothes neat, "I'm here to find an old friend who does business in Joburg. ”

"Oh, the Chinese are very good at doing business." The taxi driver took the steering wheel, "It's not very peaceful in that area, there are a lot of foreigners living there, all poor people from the inland areas, but if you have friends there, you don't have to worry too much." ”

As a shining pearl of Africa, even if it was once a shining pearl, Johannesburg, the economic center of South Africa, still has a huge attraction for neighboring countries, from southern Africa to Central Africa, there are countless black businessmen gathered here, both business-minded businessmen and laborers who come to make ends meet.

Chaos is inevitable in the midst of this cluster, not to mention the fact that South Africa's economy and order have been declining since the beginning of the 21st century.

The taxi driver chatted rambling all the way, but it made the black Tibetans gain a lot of knowledge, after all, it is a strange place thousands of miles away alone, and it is always useful to know more about the customs and customs.

"Thank you." Arriving at their destination, the Tibetan strode out of the car.

In front of him was a dense area of buildings, and like most developing countries, South Africa naturally had slums.

Unlike the beehive-like slums in Latin America, South Africa's slums are spacious and bright, except that they are inhabited not only by blacks, but also by a large number of whites, all of whom were victims of overkill after a series of edicts in the nineties.

In the past, South Africa stubbornly insisted on discriminatory laws, and after the boycott and economic crisis of the world's major countries, South Africa "fell from heaven" and banned all apartheid policies, but at the same time, it also promulgated some excessive regulations, such as giving priority to blacks when looking for jobs, and policies that benefit the poor also give priority to blacks, such as blacks in slums who mostly have government-funded houses, and whites live in converted containers and vehicles.

There are significant disparities in living conditions.

But even so, it is much stronger than the slums in Latin America, after all, white South Africans have been educated before, and they have not been completely forgotten after decades of overturning.

"Slums, isn't it a little too conspicuous?" The black Tibetan rubbed his chin, he was born in a wealthy middle-class family, not to mention fine clothes and food, at least he had never lived in a slum.

Fortunately, he has never been a hypocritical person, and he doesn't care much about this kind of thing outside his body.

Eccentric, a word that most people know to describe themselves, the Tibetans agree with it.

The children living in the slums took a few curious glances at the black Tibetans, and although Joburg is an international city in Africa, it is rare to see a yellow person in the slums.

In the eyes of most people, yellow-skinned foreigners represent wealth, lots and lots of money.

Even if you don't have any money on you, you must have a bank card or a small gold cabinet somewhere to hide your money.

The Tibetan wandered around the slums as if he didn't know anything of the danger, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was a treasure of feng shui.

Far from the city center, to the north lies the vast interior, which, if discovered, could allow him to flee to the vast interior of Africa.

There is no shortage of water and electricity, although some conditions are still not good, but it is not too backward, not out of the civilized world, and can be more or less a decent person.

The government is still in recession and turmoil, and its management at the grassroots level is not as strict as that of a big country, and its yellow identity is a little special, but it is much better than in a white country.

Moreover, the emperor of South Africa is far away, even if a big country wants to reach out and control it, it needs some scheduling.

Besides, if it is really discovered by the government except for the government of the island country, the black Tibetans will surrender directly!

Compared to a transcendent value, presumably the Amei Rika government will not care about the small flaw in the destruction of the Yokosuka base.

Besides, the Yokosuka base was destroyed by the big bald, what does it have to do with the black Tibetans among them?

Of course, the little ambition of the black Tibetan did not stop there, and he walked forward humming a little song.

As the sun sets, a few pairs of eyes in the slum are fixed on a black Tibetan.