After continuing to communicate for a while, Uncle Yang understood something.

Officer Benson actually didn't believe him, but the police did not want to take the Timites back, and they thought it was a hot potato.

Admittedly, the Timites are honest. But helping them find their home is a trouble. How many cases happen in the entire South Africa every day, the police station does not want to get into additional trouble.

Another thing is that this incident is very ugly. A scandal of human trafficking occurred in the most developed country, the largest country in Africa.

The ugly thing about this case is that in South Africa, there are still a few tribes whose populations are exploited as slaves. Once this kind of thing breaks out, it will cause great smear on the national image.

Officer Benson secretly told him that the police station applied for him to merge the land into the reserve, which was actually a transaction with him, and he had to deal with it.

Only then did Yang Shubao realize that he had no political wisdom and did not understand the skills of the officialdom. He had really believed the director's words before, thinking that he would only temporarily place these Timites.

Just thinking about it, the government cannot find a job for a dozen Timites? Can't support them? They just don't want to.

After understanding that Yang Shubao was not depressed, too, the police station gave him two thousand acres of grassland, which was worth at least two million rands or even more, and it was enough to use it to accommodate more than a dozen Timites.

Sighing, Lao Yang said, "Then I'll send them home by myself."

Officer Benson kindly reminded him: "When you go to send them home, you should ask a media outlet to follow him as evidence. Never send them back secretly by yourself, otherwise it will be difficult for you to explain if someone uses this as a reason to cause trouble for you."

Uncle Yang's heart moved and nodded, "I understand."

Officer Benson has received great favors from him, so he really cares about him and reminds him: "It won't be easy to deal with this matter, you'd better be careful. Someone used to send the child who was lost from the tribe, but the child was successfully sent back, but he left no evidence."

"Later, a reporter attacked the guy with this incident, saying that he had sold the child, and even said that he killed the child and sold the organs. But the tribe that the child belonged to migrated again, and the man couldn't find the evidence even if he wanted to find evidence."

"What's next?" Yang Shubao asked with concern.

Officer Benson said: "The person who did good deeds later was forced by public opinion and committed suicide in despair."

Yang Shubao asked, "How do you know that he really sent the child back?"

Officer Benson sighed, "Because after a while, someone encountered the migrant tribe, the chief and the rescued child came out to testify, proving his innocence."

"What about it afterwards?"

"No more afterwards."

Yang Shubao asked: "I mean the media that framed that kind-hearted person?"

Officer Benson said angrily: "They were not subject to any sanctions, not even public opinion sanctions, because it was two or three years later when they discovered that tribe, and no one was paying attention to that incident."

Yang Shubao was also very angry: "You police didn't preside over justice?"

Officer Benson said helplessly: "How do we uphold justice? The media did not kill people or harm people. They exercised the responsibility of social supervision. They have always been suspicious and did not convict the kind-hearted person. It was public opinion that forced him to death."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but curse: "Damn the media, damn public opinion, when the media loses their conscience, they are even more terrifying than the devil!"

After scolding, he warned Yang Shubao again: "Boss, this is a lesson. When you want to send them back, you must have media and official evidence. Leave the official evidence to me and I will accompany you, but this is not enough. You also need media evidence."

Yang Shubao understands this truth, but the reason is that the media will incite public opinion. It is not enough to have official evidence alone, because the police have no credibility in South Africa.

The credibility of the government is a very powerful thing, it is a magic weapon that can truly gather a society.

The bigger the country loses its credibility, the more terrifying it is!

Yang Shubao left the police station and came out. The fruit stall was very busy at this time. Several cars lined up for the fruit, so he went up to help.

The fruit stall has changed a lot now, with sheds on both sides, and there are small tables and chairs in the shed. When pedestrians are tired, they can rest here, drink some juice and eat some fruit.

The reserve now runs a juice business, with two automated juicers placed on the stalls, and when you have time, old killers squeeze juice. Adding iced juice is very popular.

In addition, he has also figured out fruit salads by himself. In the past, he was fed to animals with poor quality fruits. Now he will make salads by himself and mix them with salad dressing. One portion of fruit can be sold for forty or fifty yuan.

Some people buy fruits, some buy juice, and some come to buy fruit salads. One business costs hundreds of dollars, and several cars are busy, and the turnover of one thousand dollars has come out.

Finally, she got free, Uncle Yang sat down to rest.

The old killer handed him a salad: "I thought about the combination myself, how do you try it?"

Looking around, Lao Yang was very satisfied: "The old man is so amazing. I invited you but the right person. You are really good at managing your business."

The old killer smiled proudly and said, "Knowledge is of great use. In fact, it is all about knowledge. This child will have a promising future and will become a useful guy to society."

Yang Shubao said: "You can't be too busy with yourself now, right? Otherwise, you would hire a few helpers..."

"It's okay, I can handle it." The old killer responded quickly.

Yang Shubao smiled and said, "Are you afraid that someone will come and take down your position? This is impossible. You are the boss of this fruit stall."

The old killer smiled embarrassedly, he did have this worry.

Yang Shubao said: "The business is indeed a bit busy now, otherwise you will recruit people yourself? You just happen to know a lot of people, find some trustworthy people, you should pay attention to the salary, your income will not change, I will spend extra money on their salary, okay?"

The old killer lifted up his clothes and wiped his forehead and said, "Actually, when I'm busy, I can handle it for a while."

Yang Shubao looked at his broken T-shirt and said, "Our fruit stalls have become more and more advanced. In this way, I just can't do anything about it these days. Let's re-engineer the fruit stalls and make them a serious business."

The old killer asked, "What should I do? Do I build a store?"

Yang Shubao said: "Yes, set up a store."

The old killer shook his head: "No, Teacher Yang, our advantage is that we occupy the key points of traffic at the intersection, and we can directly contact customers and actively promote them. If we go to the town to open a shop, we can only wait for customers to come to the door and actively become passive."

"This is what the knowledge child told me. He analyzed why our business is so good." The old killer added complacently.
Chapter completed!