"East Asians, are they Chinese or islanders or bangbang people?"

"Whoever you are rich is."

"That's right."

"As long as we do this and that, we will definitely be able to withdraw a lot of money."

"Is the car ready?"

"When the time comes, grab him in the car and take him to the countryside, and we can have a rich Christmas this year."

A few Boer boys are gearing up and plotting to make a fortune.

They have been poor for too long, and the young men of one or twenty years old have been born to catch up with the discriminatory policies against whites in South Africa, and have not enjoyed the 'good days' experienced by their elders in the slightest.

The Boers are of white descent in South Africa, initially predominantly Dutch immigrants and later mixed with other Europa immigrants.

The language is mainly Boer and English with South African flavor, at the beginning of immigration, relying on colonial rule and black slaves, the Boers were indeed much richer than the poor peasant relatives of Europa, not to mention the discovery of gold mines later, and they were also full of martial virtues to defeat the lobster soldiers of Britton, the absolute little African overlord.

However, most of these Boers were descendants of peasants, and although their ancestors were mostly equally poor, they gradually became rich and poor after several generations of multiplication.

After World War II, South Africa still implemented apartheid policies, which greatly exacerbated the contradictions between Boers and blacks, but what does the conflict between these low-class people have to do with the upper-class Boers?

Under the step-by-step mistake and foreign interference of the upper Boers, the South African economy simply collapsed in the 80s, and after the 'great man fell from heaven', the upper white people simply took their own money and patted their butts and left, and the immigrants who should emigrate, and those who did not immigrate also lived in seclusion behind the scenes.

Even when the old compatriots were reduced to poverty, the white people in the upper class did not react, so there is an interesting situation in South Africa, where the poorest people are whites, but the bosses of the local companies that hold the economic power are also white, but most of the political people are black.

As for letting rich whites look at the genetic relationship to take care of poor whites? This is a fantastical idea.

"He's coming over soon, what a fool to dare to come to us alone, and it's still night."

The black Tibetan placed his right hand on his eyebrows and squinted at the sunset in the distance.

"The sunset in the Southern Hemisphere looks no different from the sunset in the Northern Hemisphere except for its orientation."

His body suddenly writhed, and the treasures in his body protested slightly.

"The time to acquire abilities is still too short, and the abilities of these treasures have not been fully developed."

Fortunately, no one else around heard the words of the Tibetan man, otherwise most people would have thought that he was a psychopath.

But there was still a Boer guy who noticed that the situation was not quite right: "How do I think there is something wrong, is there really a fool who would come to the slum alone?" Maybe he's got something to rely on, or maybe he's a big shot. ”

When things go wrong, there must be demons, and this East Asian walking alone not far away is probably something strange.

"What's there to be afraid of, there are so many people in the world, it's hard to guarantee that there will be fools or bad heads, as for the big guy, do you think he looks like a big guy? Besides, if it's really a big guy who can't afford to offend, we'll let him go, or just ......"

"Anyway, we don't have monitoring here, so what does it have to do with what happened."

Because of the discriminatory policies against whites, these Boer youths face severe discrimination when looking for jobs, and many of them do not have formal jobs and simply work odd jobs to support themselves.

Working part-time for three days a day, getting by, and using alternative methods to passively confront 'capitalism'.

"That's right, the car is already here, let's do it."

The group held bags and ropes in their hands, and the cruel expressions on their faces added to the footnotes to the upcoming operation.

Three, two, one.

They counted seconds in their hearts, and when the East Asians walked into the center of the hunting area, several people started together, although they were still a little rusty with each other, but they could also see that it was not the first time they had done this kind of thing.

"I got him."

"Little Whisper......"

One young man put the bag on the head of the Tibetan and immediately fell to the ground, while the other tied the black Tibetan with a rope first to his feet and then his hands.

"Get in the car."

A van cart opened the side door, and the group moved the black Tibetans in with quick hands and feet.

It took only a dozen seconds to do this, and unlike the other people who were captured, the East Asian who was rashly captured did not put up much fierce resistance.

It's like being scared stupid, completely losing his square inch, and being taken away stupidly.

"Boom!"

The doors are closed, and the ignition is driven.

After completing the operation, the group of young people breathed a sigh of relief, this is a criminal thing, but it is not difficult to make a choice between breaking the law and filling their stomachs and living a good life.

Looking at the black Tibetans who were covered with their heads covered and their hands and feet tied, they were already thinking in their hearts about how much money they could extort.

"No, I'm getting more and more panicked, let's put him down." The cowardly Boer boy spoke.

Fan ...... You coward. A companion was about to open his mouth to reprimand, but as soon as the coward's surname came to his mouth, he swallowed it back, and he must not reveal his name in front of the kidnapper, otherwise he would only kill people.

"The first time you do something like this, you'll be scared, but you'll get used to it later."

"Hey, do you understand English?"

A young man patted the black Tibetan in the lower room on the shoulder: "If you can understand English, you will reply!" ”

The body of the black Tibetan remained motionless, and his tone was very resentful: "South Africans are too enthusiastic, and they are really different from the indifferent country. ”

This phrase is in the island dialect, and in the ears of the Boer boys there is no other alien language.

"Looks like he doesn't understand English."

"You can use the translation software on your phone."

"You're such a clever little ghost."

"No, his tone is not flustered at all, the situation is really wrong."

"You are so rambling that you don't want to be dragged in to do this kind of business, it's so disappointing to me."

After all, this group of people is not experienced enough, and with the security situation in South Africa, they don't need to have too high a degree of organization to succeed again and again, and they are about to start infighting.

"I'm sorry, I know English." The bound Tibetan said, "Are you going to commit a crime? ”

"It's easy to know English, now you prick up your ears and listen, we, the Zuma front, are going to kidnap you and seek funds to organize the event, if you know each other......"

The white young man unceremoniously borrowed the name of a black man.

"Well, I know, but I don't have a penny on me." The black Tibetan sighed, "Can you lend me money?" It's better to lend me another place to stay. ”