Just when Han Bo went to the South African National Police Administration, Siloding Street, more than 50 kilometers away, was like the past, with more local pedestrians and foreign tourists gradually increasing, and it was a lively scene.

This is a street with a total length of no more than one kilometer, close to the city center.

There are shops in front and residential areas in the back.

There are many Chinese supermarkets, shops and restaurants facing the street. The signs are all Chinese and English. You can buy various Chinese goods here. The products placed on the supermarket shelves are the same as those in China. You can taste different flavors of Chinese delicacies, sweet in the south, salty in the north, spicy Sichuan seafood, Cantonese cuisine, and flavored snacks.

There are even karaoke halls, traditional Chinese medicine clinics and several beauty salons!

Since South Africa abolished the apartheid policy, Chinese people in Joburg and later Chinese immigrants gradually gathered here, naturally forming a "Chinatown".

Different from Chinatown in the Chinese labor era, the current Xiloding Street is dominated by Chinese people, and its social status is different from the places where Chinese people gather in other countries, where they are also inhabited by residents of other ethnic groups and skin color.

Many shop owners hire local black employees for cost reasons.

Walking on this street, Yu Qingfang seemed to have returned to her hometown in the 1990s. When she was about to reach the supermarket she often went to, she saw a group of black men surrounding the fruit stall. The local clerk who was also receiving them was a black man and a Chinese supermarket owner.

The locals who often visit this street, especially those living on this street, can almost speak a few Chinese words, or even bargain in Chinese. Before the customer can ask for the price, the black clerk came forward to sell it at the boss’ reminder: "Sweet, eat, it’s not sweet, no money!"

Yu Qingfang was so funny that she could not help but laugh when she actually spoke bad Chinese to his compatriots.

Although Chinatown is better than the city center and is safer during the day, Yu Qingfang still doesn't want to stay here for a long time. She went into the small supermarket and picked up a few daily necessities, bought some vegetables, looked back behind her, confirmed that no one was paying attention to her, took out her wallet to pay the bill, and hurried back with the things.

"You go, welcome to come again next time."

The boss's wife was very enthusiastic and delivered it to the door.

Yu Qingfang didn't want to appreciate this affection. To be precise, she didn't want to deal with her compatriots from the same place. If she had a choice, she didn't even want to stay in this boring ghost place.

But where can I go?

Chinese shops on this street have successively established chambers of commerce, guilds, and even security companies, and security companies, which can be guaranteed at least during the day. Once you leave the main street, the security situation will drop sharply. In the words of the landlord, you will be robbed within 20 minutes after walking out of Chinatown.

While walking forward, he looked around from time to time.

Two black policemen across the street are extorting again, greedy. As long as you are Chinese, you have to stop your car and check your ID. In fact, you need money.

Not to mention two or three hundred rands, even two or three thousand rands Yu Qingfang didn't care, but she smuggled over and could never be deported. She dared not take this risk or cause trouble. She hurriedly accelerated her pace into the residential area, took out the key, opened the door, and walked into a cramped small room.

"Sister Song, I'm back from going out. What did you buy today?"

Just as he was about to close the door, the "old lady" living next door did not regard self-sufficiency as an outsider. She was wearing pajamas and rubbing her sleepy eyes, and followed her carelessly.

People are social animals, and they dare not contact too much with their fellow villagers, which does not mean they do not need to contact others.

He can't speak English, dare not go to many places, and his life circle is pitifully small, and it will be suffocating to death if he continues like this. Moreover, after renting here, the peers in his forties in front of him helped a lot. If she hadn't been enthusiastic about reminding her, I wouldn't know how many times had they been robbed by those niggers.

"I bought some things casually, I had fruit, so I ate one." Yu Qingfang locked the door and asked the neighbors to sit down.

Wei Zhen took the fruit and took a bite without washing it. While eating, he asked in a pure Northeast dialect: "Sister Song, I know you have money, but it's not okay to sit like this. What are you thinking? Find a job on the street, or go out to inquire and see if you can buy a store?"

Sitting to eat the whole country!

Yu Qingfang thought that my money would scare you to death. Not to mention living in this broken place, eating these things, even if you stay in a big hotel every day and eat delicacies every meal, you will never spend it in your lifetime.

Since you have arrived in South Africa, you must understand the principle of "not showing off your wealth". There are many Chinese rich people in other countries, but South Africa does not.

It’s not that there is really nothing, but that one is more low-key than the other.

None of them will say how much money they have, never go to restaurants to eat, and will never say where they will go when saying goodbye to their friends. They are both low-key and cautious.

Knowing people, but not the heart. Yu Qingfang didn’t want to talk about this topic. While picking vegetables, she asked curiously: “Girl, you are in your forties and have a son in China. Why do you still do this?”

"Sister Song, do you look down on me?"

"How is that possible, I care."

Wei Zhen also had few people who could talk. He put down the fruit and sighed: "I divorced that Wang Badan. My son wants me to raise him. What else can I do without a massage?"

No one is easy!

If it were half a year ago, Yu Qingfang really looked down on a woman like her, but now it is not half a year ago. Although she has money, she still feels like the one in front of her, she is a worldly desolate person.

"The public security here is not good. You said you have been robbed several times. Just think about it, you are afraid of people, so why don't you do it elsewhere?"

"Are other places, domestic?"

Wei Zhen asked back and said with a sensible thought: "You don't know. I am at my age and I am like me. No one wants to find a job in China. As a lady, I want a little girl. I can earn 10,000 or 20,000 a month here. If I weren't here, how could my son have money to go to college and how could he get married?"

"10,000 or 20,000 yuan a month?"

"Switch it to RMB 10,000 or 20,000 yuan."

Speaking of "business affairs", Wei Zhen was flirting with her: "Most of the people who came to me for massage are white people. They earn tens of thousands of rands a month. Unlike the bosses in China who specialize in finding little girls, they don't care whether I am old or not. Once I leave, I give a tip of 100. The niggers don't do business, and it's good to pay for it. Who knows if they have AIDS?"

The white man is really not picky. Yu Qingfang finds it funny and asks by chance: "Is there any Chinese?"

"Do you want me to knock on my back?"

"Um."

"Yes! But Chinese people's business is not easy to do. I asked how much, I said 300, you know what they said, you kill people! Massage costs 300, and in China, people will be punished by 300 yuan. So I understand a truth: white people are easy to make money, niggers are easy to make money, and Chinese people are not easy to make money. People here don't bargain. In China, they have to bargain for 50 cents to buy vegetables. How do you make money?"

Wei Zhen became more and more excited as she spoke, and she smiled proudly: "I like the feeling of returning to China last year. My son got married. He brought 260,000 yuan and bought a diamond. All relatives went to the airport to pick me up. I went back to buy a house for them and left some living expenses. My son was not so filial, and my daughter-in-law was also happy..."

Does your son know how difficult it is for you to make this money?

Does your daughter-in-law know that you give massages and knocks on your back in South Africa?

Yu Qingfang probably won't tell her family that everyone has privacy and will not ask this hurtful question.

"By the way, how did you come here?"

"I have the right to reside, it's similar to the American green card. I'm not afraid of the police coming to check. I'll go back whenever I want, and come whenever I want!" This is also something to be proud of, Wei Zhen is full of superiority.

In this ghost place, there is nothing that cannot be done as long as you have money.

As she said before, as long as you find the right person and give enough money, it is not difficult to apply for a work visa. With a work visa, you can further consider applying for a residence right. However, applying for a work visa requires providing a passport. Yu Qingfang dares not take this risk. She is really envious of the old lady in front of her.

Wei Zhen took a bite of the fruit and said, "You asked me how I came from the beginning, I smuggled. At least eight of the ten on this street smuggled over like me. I never spent a lot of money, even a total of 45,000 air tickets. I went to the Public Security Bureau to apply for a passport, and Snake Head posted a piece of paper on my passport, and I don't know what it was.

I just took a plane to Joburg in a daze. I didn’t have a visa, so of course I wouldn’t let you enter the country. But the snake head had already arranged it and led the woman to take us to Zimbabwe and then took a bus from Zimbabwe. When the transit was transiting, the police looked at my ID and said, “You’re Wei Zhen, are you Chinese? I said yes. He came in for me. They bribed them in advance.”

It’s also through snake heads, and even the way of smuggling into the country is exactly the same. It would be so easy to go to the United States!

Yu Qingfang sighed inwardly, not knowing what to talk about, but Wei Zhen kept talking about the news about Chinatown: "Sister Song, do you know that there are public security in South Africa too! The permanent embassy has set up a police liaison office, and the newspaper called them 'Overseas 110', and also announced the phone number, saying that if you encounter any cases, you can call this 110."

The police come to South Africa!

Overseas 110!

Yu Qingfang was shocked and asked subconsciously: "Girl, you don't read the newspaper, how do you know?"

"Boss Wang said, isn't he such a member of the Chamber of Commerce? He had a meeting with those bosses who like to flatter him yesterday afternoon. He wanted to book the Fulin Hotel and invite 110 to have a meal."

What does the police come to South Africa to do? They can't control the South African police.

Chasing for escape is definitely chasing for escape!
Chapter completed!