Chapter 3510

According to rexhibeka, the diamond mine in front of him is not a mine, but a mountain of pounds.

Diamond, an expensive thing that symbolizes eternal love in the eyes of the world, even if it is worth more money, it will not make Rick northwest card think this thing can become hard currency.

More than a hundred years ago, the production of diamonds was very small, but they were occasionally found in rivers and forests. This glittering and translucent gadget would appear very precious, and it was often used by nobles to set it on clothes as decoration.

However, anything, once more, will be worthless, just like the lives of those black people in rexhibeca's eyes at this time.

With the discovery of the first tens of millions of carat diamond mine in South Africa, those diamond merchants panicked. If the diamonds from this mine flow into the market, the price of diamonds will plummet!

So, at that time, a person who appeared to be British nationality came to work and set up a company to buy this huge diamond mine directly, occupy it exclusively, and limit the annual output of diamonds. In this way, it can barely maintain the preciousness of diamonds.

The first company established to monopolize diamond mines was called De Beers mining, which later became De Beers Group.

Even if you haven't heard of this giant who once accounted for 80% of the world's diamond production, you must have heard the slogan that everyone knows - diamonds will last forever, and a diamond will spread forever.

Well, this sentence is the iconic advertising slogan of De Beers Group, and it is also the most successful marketing in the whole century. I don't know how many crazy men and women have been cheated.

Of course, the diamond thing mainly deceives women, but more than 90% of the people who pay for it are men.

Soon, De Beers Group found that even if it bought the diamond mine and monopolized it exclusively, it could not stop the fact that "Diamonds" were abundant on the earth. Soon, super large diamond mines were explored from Russia, Sierra Leone and many corners of the world. Several major groups in the diamond industry were completely panicked. They soon reached an offensive and defensive alliance to limit diamond production, On the other hand, develop emerging markets. At that time, the largest diamond and jewelry consumption market in the world was not China, but the United States.

So, in all Hollywood movies at that time, as long as it is courtship, you will see the hero give the heroine a diamond ring... This scene is not written by the screenwriter, but the result of the joint efforts of the American consortium and the international diamond industry giants!

So, with such a wave of operation, almost everyone in the world believes that diamonds are the symbol of love. The larger the carat, the heavier the weight of love in your mind.

However, as a diamond practitioner, rexhibeka doesn't think so at all, but ridicules it.

However, put aside his ridicule, what the future principal of the crown group of LOCA said is, after all, a cruel reality.

In Africa, there are some disputes over diamond mines every year, and many local people will bleed and die as a result. Similarly, many mercenaries will lose their lives here.

"Anyone who doesn't work hard will be beaten severely by me." Rexhibeka looked down at the black workers in the mine and said expressionless.

At this moment, in his eyes, in addition to ridicule, there was only indifference.

A few black workers slowed down a little and were severely beaten by the guards of the crown of LOCA group with whips. Because most of the black workers are topless, if they go down with a whip, their skin will be torn open!

In this harsh living environment, these black workers are extremely vulnerable to infection and death after being injured! It's like what rexibeka has always said - diamonds are not worth money, and the lives of blacks are even less valuable.

After all, when a black man dies, diamond giants like them can get as many as they want from some African tribes who can't afford to eat through the so-called intermediary companies.

Of course, these black people who have been "trafficked" basically can't go back to their hometown after coming out. Their fate in this life is very tragic.

Lakeshebaka looked at several black people who were beaten and knelt down to beg for mercy, so he smiled. His thin lipline was very beautiful, but it always brought a sense of cruelty.

This well-dressed childe has never treated these black workers as adults.

"We're going to eat! I really can't do it!" A young looking black man shouted.

He was "introduced" here by the tribal chief two months ago. After he came, he found that he had entered the pit. The high-intensity labor day and night, as well as the extremely poor food and accommodation environment, had put the black spirit on the verge of collapse. He was often beaten and scarred. He was young and strong, but now he was as thin as firewood in less than two months.

Rekhibeka looked at the guy and said to the guard, "bring him up from the pit and let him speak in front of me."

So, two guards pushed the young black man and motioned him to come up.

Then, rexhibeka shouted from a commanding position, "anyone who has an opinion on this working environment can put it forward to me, and I have a reward."

A dozen black people all stood up.

These people came here within three months.

As for those black workers who had been in the mine for more than three months, they worked silently, and cast compassionate eyes on those who stood up and knew them not long ago.

"Don't worry, don't hesitate to mention any comments. I'm the heir of the crown group. I'm here for the first time. I think I'll follow good advice." Rexibeka smiled and said, "after all, if you work well, our group will become better."

The way he smiled, he seemed to have a lot of affinity.

However, those blacks who stood up because of his words seemed to have forgotten, intentionally or unintentionally, that the handsome heir just ordered to whip those black workers who were tardy in their work.

So, fifteen minutes later, in front of rexhibeca, stood a row of black workers, a full dozen people.

"Stand with your back to the pit. No matter how many words you have, you have to say to me one by one." Rexibeka said with a smile.

At this moment, those black workers had an illusion, as if their lives would really improve.

So they obeyed rexhibeka and stood in a row with their backs to the pit.

"Say it first." Lakeshebaka pointed to the young black man who had just stood up first, smiling, but the black man didn't know that behind their boss's smile was full of ridicule.

The young black man shouted, "I can't stand it. I really can't stand such a life. I can't eat enough every day, I can't sleep enough, and I'll be beaten if I move a little slower. Look at my scars! Either let us live a good life, or let us leave this damn place!"

The spittle he said flew, and rexhibeka moved away a little, frowned and looked disgusted. At the same time, he took out a delicate handkerchief and wiped some spittle splashed on his body.

"You ruined my expensive suit." After cleaning his clothes, rexibeka threw the handkerchief away and threw it into the pit.

This expensive silk handkerchief is floating, like fallen leaves in autumn, without soul and life.

The young black man obviously couldn't understand why this suit was destroyed after just getting a little bit of spittle. He shouted excitedly, "is your suit important, or is our life important?"

Rexhibeca frowned deeply, because when the young black man was talking, a little spittle splashed on his clothes.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the Secretary beside him took out a pistol from his back waist and handed it to him.

Looking at this scene, all the black workers widened their eyes, and they couldn't help showing a look of fear!

Rekhibeka held a pistol, pointed it at the forehead of the black worker, and said, "answer your question just now. Sorry, my suit is more important."

Say that, pull the trigger!

Bang!

A gunshot!

The black worker had a big hole in his forehead by this gun!

A blood arrow shot out of the back of his head!

Kill as you say!

"Damn it, your blood is dirty." Rexhibeka looked down, and a few drops of blood were splashed on her pants!

The dozen black workers around didn't expect that rexhibeka would shoot as soon as he said, which was no different from the smiling devil!

They came here for a short time and didn't understand what it was to ignore human life.

"Since you don't want to work, then find a place to sleep. I think this mine pit is good. Sleeping in it is warm in winter and cool in summer." Said rexhibeca, taking two steps forward, and kicking the young black man in the chest.

The black laborer's head was blasted, and his body was slowly leaning back. He was kicked by Rex hebeka, and immediately fell directly into the mine like a kite with a broken line!

Bang!

A few seconds later, the sound of landing came!

At this time, the silk handkerchief thrown by rexhibeca earlier also fell gently from the air and happened to fall on the smashed forehead of the young black man, covering his face.

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"Damn it, I should think this picture is very beautiful. Is there something wrong with my aesthetics?" Rexhibeka stood on the edge of the mine, staring at his silk handkerchief, looking a little appreciative.

"Do you have any comments to make to me?" Seeing that these black workers were trembling and no one spoke, rexhibeca asked with a smile.