(Zhuhai arrived at 8 and a half in the morning, originally thought that the bus had a bed, but the result was an ordinary seat, people in their 40s, sitting for more than 20 hours, not sleeping much for two days, almost dying on the bus, getting off the bus to eat, finding a hotel to take a bath and sleep, sleeping at more than 11 o'clock, a total of more than 3 hours to sleep and get up to eat code..... At Starbucks, it's hard to get a chapter, and this chapter is really hard to write! ）

Entering the interior of this ancient traditional building, as Norris said, it is luxurious, like a Middle Easterner, but in gold.

Take a seat in the living room and bring tea.

It is indeed tea, but it is not tea from China, but a native of South Africa, known as one of the three treasures of South Africa. South Africa's Three Treasures, Diamonds, Gold, and Treasure Tea.

The leaves of a native South African plant called crooked beans are processed from the Cape of Good Hope, and the production method is to cut its young leaves and twigs and then mash them with a mallet, and then put them together to "ferment", after about 7 days, the branches and leaves turn from green to dark red, spread out, and let them dry in the sun.

The color and taste of the tea soup are very similar to black tea, the tea soup has a silky taste, with a melted caramel taste, and can be drunk hot or cold, plain, sweet or with added milk.

Rubao tea is rich in antioxidants, vitamin C, minerals and proteins, and there is a popular saying in the local area, "It makes mothers have a smooth face like a daughter, it makes the 150-kilogram elder have the healthy blood vessels of young people, it makes you drunk without headaches, lovelorn without insomnia, it gives you 24 hours of free joy."

This is the first time Sean has drunk it, and it is original, even if he is as picky as he thinks, it is not bad.

Go back and bring some to the old man David, the old man gave him a luxury cruise ship, and he also has to return the gift. Don't think about the price, the courtesy is light and affectionate!

After a period of greeting without much nutrition, Sean expressed his friendliness to the blacks, and Pietra Adem expressed his respect for his American friends, and slowly chatted to the main topic.

"Mandela is very worthy of the respect of black people, he fought all his life to desegregation, and he is the spiritual leader of our black people." Pietra Adem doesn't speak like he's black at all, he's slow, "Of course we're in favor of desegregation and fighting for the legalization of black people, but not now."

Sean let out a "ha" sound, "What do you say?"

"The running antelope can't stop suddenly, it will only hurt itself." Pietra Adem said a South African proverb, "Apartheid has lasted for hundreds of years in this land, and the sudden and total lifting of it will only bring disaster to the country, and he should open up a little bit."

"For example?" Sean asked with a smile.

Pietra Adem turned his head to look at Torre, who was standing in the corner silently, a mixed-race black man, who was also his own person, and after thinking about it, he said slowly: "For example, open it to a part of the educated, highly educated blacks first."

Sean pursed his lips and tilted his head, the old guy's words were a little unexpected to him, and he also thought that this was the best way, and he was open to death.

Of course, he can be sure that the old guy is definitely not thinking about some bullshit country. Blacks have no concept of a state at all!

South Africa is not a black country, it is a country controlled by white people, how can a group of oppressed black people have any sense of belonging to this country.

So, when the old guy says openness, he is opening up to the chiefs, the head men among the black people, not the below.

In the final analysis, it is just to ensure the interests of these people. The old guy is right, but don't say it again!

Right and wrong, which to do? Does it have to be right? No!

It could also be wrong!

The emperor said that the minds of the people are not so high, their ideas are wrong, but should we directly oppose it .... If it is replaced by a Western society or a feudal society, it is not that we do not know, but whether it is in the interests of the leaders.

What does it take for the white ruling class to take control of South Africa? Is it a power-sharing?

No, there are already a lot of corrupt officials, and there is no shortage

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What they need is for blacks, who make up the absolute majority of South Africa's population, to become effective consumers, and the more than 40 million blacks who are now too poor to spend far less than the white population, which accounts for less than 8% of the population.

The white market has been developed to the limit, so it is urgent to lift the quarantine, turn these into propertied people, expand the domestic demand market, and stimulate the economy.

The South African market has a lot of room to develop.

It's good to smooth over, but it takes too long, and it takes at least ten years to complete education, and at what point these capitalists in South Africa don't know how much they will go bankrupt.

Besides..... Isn't it that the South African government has not tried to promote basic education among blacks before, and what are the results? Fail!

Politics is the art of compromise, and there is no right choice.

Outside of South Africa, whether it is the British or the Americans, or Germany, France, etc., they all want South Africa to immediately desegregation, including Sean.

"Promoting Education Among Blacks?" A mocking smile tugged at the corner of Sean's mouth, "Ten years, maybe more, where are those schools?"

"When I came in just now, I saw a piece of brick hair that looked like a car factory, where could it be the former school?"

can become a country's ***, even if it is the one that people taste and ridicule, it is not really a waste.

yes, Rare.

The rare sect that was killed from hundreds of millions of low-level whites back then was also in its prime, and it was famous all over the United States.

They are all very capable and discerning, but the world is like this, and the final decision is often not the right one.

It's like a school outside that has become a group of black houses.

Didn't Pietra Adem know that in order for black people to really rise, they had to be educated?

He knew, so his son was educated in the city since he was a child, went to France to study in high school, and got a bachelor's degree seriously.

However, just because he let his son get an education doesn't mean that he also has to let the in the tribe get an education. The people may let it be done, but they cannot know it.

There is no such phrase in Africa, but the philosophy of management is the same.

In the eyes of black chiefs such as Pietra Adem, were the whiteskins really doing good to build schools on their land at great expense?

Really kind, this black land should not be ruled by whites.

In their seriousness, it is not false that the whites want to completely dismantle the basis of their chieftains, and the more they understand, the more reactionary they are.

Of course, getting more and better cheap labor is also one of the starting points.

Therefore, under the deliberate guidance and connivance of these chiefs, where can these endure the noble temperament exuded by the white skins.

What does it mean to release nature? What does it mean to have a simple personality? Do what you think!

With the utmost enthusiasm, the attacked every place they could put in with their sticks. They don't pick on their food, they don't care about men and women, wave after wave, and then there is no more.....

Afterwards, of course, the chiefs will punish the brainless animals, but they will also help them propose to the hurt whiteskins.

It doesn't matter if you violate, just marry and go home. The are even more excited! What if, what if.

The school became what it is now.

The attitude of black South Africans towards books is not something that can be cultivated in a day or two, so the riots were vandalized and looted everywhere, with the exception of bookstores.

"It was just an accident, the children were not educated, they liked and admired you white people too much, a yearning, they already knew it was wrong." A look of embarrassment flashed across Pietra Adem's face, and she quickly regained her back.

I heard that Sean had just arrived in South Africa, but I didn't expect to know so clearly. Who said these white skins are easy to deceive.

While white people look at black people like orangutans, orangutans look at white people just as strangely. "Do I seem like the kind of person who is easy to deceive?" Sean squinted at Pietra

Adem.

"Of course not."

"So, let's talk about something that is in the interests of both parties, and not waste time here." As he spoke, Sean leaned forward slightly, stared into Pietra Adem's eyes and said, "My time is precious, far more than you can imagine, and I want to get what I want."

Pietra Adem frowned, waved his hand, and all his men walked out except his son, but Torre in the corner remained unmoved.

"He's black." Sean had a smile on his face, "I believe in him as a white person, don't you believe him?" The corners of Pietra Adem's mouth twitched slightly, just because she was her own person, she was embarrassed! "Must desegregation be lifted immediately?"

"Definitely!"

"Then, we need all blacks to have equal rights to vote and to be elected as whites." "Huh." Sean chuckled and tilted his head to look at the young black man, "You brought it up?"

"No, I'm just learning." The young black man looked at his father and said. "Not like a black man at all." Sean smiled.

"Thank you for the compliment." The young black man bowed slightly.

"These of your compatriots out there don't even know the words, how do they exercise their votes?" Sean asked with a smile. Pietra Adem smiled and didn't speak, naturally she was represented by herself, and she still needs to ask?

The two looked at each other for a while, and suddenly laughed together.

Sean is also familiar with him, in his previous life until he died, he never had the opportunity to vote even once, and he could always make various decisions that he knew or didn't know on behalf of people he knew or didn't know in places he knew or didn't know. Get up....

Ahem!

"I'd love to help you, but white South Africans won't agree." Sean shook his head, "We're not the same."

"Does this so-called desegregation still make any sense? We're not going to agree." Pietra Adem shook her head firmly.

"How do you want to stop it?" Sean asked with interest.

"There are many solutions, non-violent non-cooperation, or, to put it simply, a turmoil that will affect all of South Africa." Pietra Adem looked indifferent, "They don't dare to use the army, once they cause a conflict and kill people, then the so-called de-apartheid will be completely finished."

'Papapa

Of course, Pietra Adem is actually not that old, she is only 50 years old this year, she studied in the UK when she was young, received higher education, and chased Europe and the United States.

Pietra Adeum's father led in World War II, and his grandfather fought in World War I.

There are many women and sons in this group of black chiefs, and there are always one or two outstanding ones in each generation, and they don't need to be too capable, just above the middle.

Sean in the previous life didn't understand, but in this life he understood how many secret struggles and twists and turns South Africa had experienced in the lifting of apartheid, and the things in dispute between the two sides were unimaginable to ordinary people and contrary to common sense.

In 90, Mandela, who was imprisoned at 27 points, was released, why did blacks not get equal suffrage until 94.

Secretly the struggle was fierce, and black South Africans received full support from the 'free world' in their fight against inequality.

In the end, it was the white South Africans who failed, and they didn't expect the whites to be so shameless.

Under the current Western political system, once 90% of blacks have equal suffrage, then South African politics has nothing to do with whites.

Mandela will inevitably ascend to the dragon chair, and from top to bottom, the people who have mastered "Pietra Adem will occupy all branches of government at all levels."

The whites will retreat in total, the era will be ended, and the country will go to the black abyss!

"What do I get?" Sean doesn't sympathize with white South Africans, he asks very directly.

"I will introduce Mr. Sean to the other chiefs, and in our sphere of influence, Mr. Sean has a 10% interest in all the mines!" Pietra Adum held up a finger.

"Ha, you're calling Hanako." Sean's face sank suddenly, and he slowly stood up, condescendingly, looking at Pietra Adem without a trace of emotion in his eyes, "If you can't bring me enough benefits, then I don't mind changing someone."

The young black man's body behind Pietra Adem immediately tensed, and although the momentum on Sean's body was not aimed at his father's, just looking at it made his head full of fine beads of sweat.

Torre in the corner took a deep breath, his chest erected, ready to burst out.

Pietra Adem's pupils constricted, but there was no expression on his face, "Mr. Sean, I respect you, I respect the umbrella, and I respect Rockefeller even more, but this is not a reason for you to threaten my life."

"It's too late." There is no change in Pietra Adum's voice, neither high-pitched with anger nor excitement with victory, it is a statement of the fact, "The Americans have blocked the way of white expansion, the British will not trip over the same stone twice, what can I do if I die, something must be black, and no one can take it away."

"That's why you're offering me 10%?" Sean's murderous aura subsided, and he stared at Pietra Adem and said. "Business, bargaining." Pietra Adem smiled and said, "I'm giving too high, how can I say it for a while."

"Mom Fark, damn nigga!" Sean sat back down swearing.