MTL - America’s Big Hero-v2 Chapter 548 : **** nigga

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(I arrived in Zhuhai at 8:30 in the morning. I thought the bus had a bed, but it turned out to be an ordinary seat. People in their 40s sat for more than 20 hours. They didn’t sleep much for two days. For a meal, I found a hotel to take a shower and sleep. When I fell asleep, it was past 11 o’clock. I only slept for more than 3 hours and got up to eat and code words... Currently in Starbucks, it is difficult to get a chapter. This chapter is really good. Difficult to write!)

Entering the interior of this ancient and traditional building, as Norris said, it is very luxurious, like the people of the Middle East, but it uses gold.

Take a seat in the living room, and the servants will serve you tea.

It is indeed tea, but it is not tea from China, but Rubao tea, which is native to South Africa and is known as one of the three treasures of South Africa. South Africa's three treasures, diamonds, gold, and precious tea.

Processed from the leaves of a native South African plant called the crooked bean, from the Cape of Good Hope, by cutting its young leaves and twigs, mashing them with a mallet, and putting them together to "ferment "After about 7 days, the branches and leaves turn from green to deep red, spread out and put them in the sun to dry.

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

Rubao tea is rich in antioxidants, vitamin C, minerals and protein. There is a popular saying in the local area, "it makes mothers have a smooth face like a daughter, it makes elders weighing 150 kilograms have healthy blood vessels of young people, it makes You don’t get a headache when you’re drunk, you don’t suffer from insomnia when you’re broken in love, it gives you 24 hours of freedom and joy.”

This is the first time Sean has said, it's original, even if he's as picky as he is, he still thinks it's not bad.

Go back and bring some to old man David. The old man gave him a luxury cruise ship, and he should return the gift, right? No need to consider the price, the gift is light and the affection is heavy!

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Sean expressed his friendliness to black people, and Pietra Adem expressed his respect for American friends, and the chat slowly got to the point.

"Mandela is worthy of the respect of black people. He has fought for the desegregation of apartheid all his life and is the spiritual leader of our black people." Pietra Adem spoke very slowly, "Of course we Very supportive of desegregation and legitimacy for black people, but not right now.”

Sean let out a "ha" sound, "how to say."

"A running antelope can't stop suddenly, it will only hurt itself." Pietra Adem said a South African proverb, "Apartheid has lasted on this land for hundreds of years, and suddenly it is completely lifted , will only bring disaster to this country, he should be a little bit more open."

"Like what?" Sean asked with a smile.

Pietra Adem turned his head and glanced at Torre, who was standing silently in the corner. He was a black man of mixed race, and he was considered one of his own. highly educated blacks."

Sean pursed his lips and tilted his head. The old guy's words were somewhat beyond his expectations. He also thought that this was the best way, and opening up all over his head was courting death.

Of course, he can be sure that the old guy is definitely not thinking about some **** country. Black people have no national concept at all!

The country of South Africa is not owned by black people. It is a country controlled by white people. How can a group of oppressed black people have any sense of belonging to this country.

Therefore, the openness that the old guy said is open to the chiefs and leaders among the blacks, not to the black ghosts below.

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

Right and wrong, which to execute? Must be right? No!

It could also be wrong!

The emperor said that the people's thinking is not so high, their thinking is wrong, but should we directly oppose it... If you change it to a Western society or a feudal society, it's not that you don't know, but it depends on whether it is in the interests of the leader .

What does the white ruling class in control of South Africa need? Is it **** who share the power?

No, there are already many corrupt officials, there is no shortage

.

What they need is that the blacks, who account for the absolute majority of the total population of South Africa, become an effective consumer group. The current 40 million blacks are too poor, and their spending power is far inferior to that of the whites, who account for less than 8% of the total population.

The white market has been developed to the limit, so there is an urgent need to lift the isolation, let these black people become property owners, expand the domestic demand market, and stimulate the economy.

The South African market has a lot of room for development.

A smooth transition is good, but it takes too long. It takes at least ten years to complete education. By then, these South African capitalists will go bankrupt.

Besides... The South African government has tried to promote basic education among blacks before. What is the result? fail!

The harm between the two powers is the lesser, politics is the art of compromise, there is no completely right choice.

Outside of South Africa, whether it is the British or the Americans, or Germany, France, etc., they all hope that South Africa will immediately desegregate, including Sean.

"Promoting education among black people?" Sean had a mocking smile on his lips. "Ten years, maybe more. Where are those schools?"

"When I came in just now, I saw a piece of bricks and tiles that looked like a garage building. Could it be the school that used to be?"

Those who can become the leader of a country, even those who are tried to be ridiculed by people, are not really waste.

Right, rare.

The Rare Sect, who was killed out of hundreds of millions of low-level white people, was once in its prime and famous all over the United States.

They are all capable and discerning, but the world is like this, and the decisions they make in the end are often not the right ones.

It's like a school that's turned into a bunch of black houses on the outside.

Didn't Pietra Adem know that education is necessary for blacks to really rise?

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

However, just because he let his son get an education doesn't mean he also wants to let the black ghosts in the tribe get an education. The people can let it go, but they can't make it known.

Africa doesn't have this phrase, but the philosophy of management is the same.

In the eyes of black chiefs such as Pietra Adem, is it really out of good intentions that the white men spend a lot of money to build schools on their land?

Really kind, this piece of black land should not be ruled by white people.

In their seriousness, this is because the white people want to completely disintegrate the ruling foundation of their chiefs. It is not a lie that the more they understand, the more reactionary they will be.

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, how could these **** bear the noble temperament emanating from the white skins.

What is release nature? What is simple character? Think and do it!

The **** used their greatest enthusiasm, and a group of people attacked every place that could be put in with sticks. They are not picky eaters, they don't care about men and women, one wave after another, and then there is no more...

Afterwards, the chief will of course punish these mindless animals severely, but he will also help them propose to the injured white skin.

It doesn't matter if you violate her, just marry and go home. The **** got more excited! What if, what if it happens.

The school has become what it is now.

The attitude of black South Africans towards books cannot be developed in a day or two, so during the riots, everywhere was vandalized and robbed, with the exception of bookstores.

"It was just an accident. The children were not educated. They liked and admired you white people too much. It was a longing. They already knew it was wrong." A look of embarrassment flashed across Pietra Adem's face, It soon converged again.

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.

When white people treat black people like orangutans, orangutans look at white people in the same strange way. "Do I seem like the kind of person to be easily deceived?" Sean squinted at Pietra

Adam.

"of course not."

"So, let's talk about something that is in the interests of both parties, instead of wasting time here." As he said, Sean leaned forward slightly, staring into Pietra Adem's eyes and said, "My time It's precious, beyond your imagination, and I want what I want."

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

"He's black." Sean said with a smile on his face, "I believe him as a white man, don't you believe me?" The corners of Pietra Adem's mouth twitched slightly, just because he was one of his own It would be embarrassing, hey! "Segregation must be desegregated immediately?"

"must!"

"Then, we need all black people to have the same right to vote and be elected as white people." "Ha." Sean laughed, and tilted his head to look at the young black man. "You proposed?"

"No, I'm just learning." The young black man said, looking at his father for approval. "Not a black man at all." Sean smiled.

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

"Your compatriots outside don't even know how to write, how do they exercise their votes?" Xiao En asked with a smile. Pietra Adem smiled and said nothing. Naturally, she was represented by herself, so why ask?

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

Sean is also familiar with him. In his last life until his death, he never had a chance to cast the vote in his hand even once. Unknown decision. stand up....

cough cough!

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

"Then is there any point in this so-called desegregation? We won't agree." Pietra Adem shook her head firmly.

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

"There are many ways, non-violent non-cooperation, or simply, a turmoil that spreads across South Africa." Pietra Adem looked indifferent, "They dare not use the army. Once conflicts are caused and people are killed, the so-called Desegregation is all over."

'Papa papa' Sean applauded lightly, old guy, you know how to fight!

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

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

This group of black chiefs has many women and many sons. In each generation, there are always one or two outstanding ones. They don't need to be too capable, just above average.

Sean in the last life didn't understand, but in this life, he understands how many secret struggles and twists and turns South Africa has experienced in desegregation.

Mandela, who was imprisoned at 27 points, was released in 1990. Why did blacks not get equal voting rights until 1994?

The struggle was fierce behind closed doors, and black South Africans had full support from the 'free world' in their fight against inequality.

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

Under the current Western political system, once 90% of the blacks get equal voting rights, South African politics will have nothing to do with whites at all.

Mandela is bound to ascend to the dragon chair, and from top to bottom, people like Pietra Adem who has mastered the "democracy" will occupy all levels of government and various departments.

The white people will retreat in an all-round way, the era will be ended, and the country will go to the abyss of blackness!

"What benefits can I get?" Sean didn't have any sympathy for white South Africans, he asked very directly.

"I will introduce Mr. Sean to other chiefs. Within our sphere of influence, Mr. Sean enjoys 10% of all mining interests!" Pietra Adem raised a finger.

"Ha, you're sending a beggar." Sean's face darkened immediately, and he slowly stood up, condescending, looking at Pietra Adem without any emotion in his eyes, "If you can't bring me If there are enough benefits, then I don’t mind changing someone.”

The young black body behind Pietra Adem immediately tensed up. Although Sean's aura was not aimed at his father, just looking at it made his head covered with fine beads of sweat.

Torre in the corner took a deep breath, his chest puffed up, and he was ready to explode at any time.

Pietra Adem's pupils contracted, 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 the reason why you threatened my life."

"It's too late." Pietra Adem's voice remained unchanged, neither high with anger nor elated with victory, just stating the fact that "the Americans blocked the white expansion." The road, the British will not stumble over the same stone twice, so what if I die, some things must belong to black people, and no one can take them away.”

"That's why you offered me 10% of the price?" Sean said with his murderous look on his face, staring at Pietra Adem. "Business, bargaining." Pietra Adem said with a smile, "I gave too much, how can I say later."

"Mommy Fuck, **** nigger!" Sean swears and sits back down.

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