After the blacks took office, South Africa's power class was quickly reshuffled, and a large number of white people were driven away from grassroots management positions, and replaced by black people who were previously managed by them.

These people are not capable of doing things, and even more so, they are not good at management. They are best at using their power to collect money and earn foreign exchange, which is even better than the Chinese traffic police.

Yang Shubao and the others had encountered such a thing before when they were resting in Pretoria. From the time they entered the city to leaving the city, there were at least five waves of official personnel reaching out to him. Fortunately, he had Benson beside him, so Benson could handle these things.

But Benson was not here, and Yang Shubao helplessly pointed to the white line on the ground and said, "Dear lady, do you think this is the planned parking area?"

The fat black woman said expressionlessly: "No, it's not here, hurry up and pay the fine with the money."

The other party's arrogant attitude angered Yang Shubao. He asked: "If this is not a legal parking area, what's the sign on the ground? Don't try to fool me, I'm not a tourist."

The fat black woman looked at him contemptuously and said, "If you are not a tourist, then you should know that these white lines are unreliable."

She went up and rubbed her feet, and the white line suddenly became blurred.

This is a fake parking area marked with white stone powder!

Uncle Yang was stunned. He was so eye-opening. The city of Petersburg was too dark.

This is not phishing law enforcement, this is fraudulent law enforcement.

But he did fall, and the strong dragon did not suppress the local snake. He asked, "How much is the fine?"

The fat black woman asked, "Which country are you from? Show me your passport."

Uncle Yang took out his passport and handed it to her. She looked at the cover and said, "A Chinese? Ten thousand yuan."

"How much?"

The fat black woman said frankly: "Ten thousand yuan, you Chinese have money and the fine is higher."

Uncle Yang was furious. If he hadn't been in the downtown area, he would have wanted to beat this fat woman up and give her some memory.

He was so angry that he wanted to laugh. The fat black woman took out the walkie-talkie and acted to scare him: "If you don't pay the money, then you can go to jail."

Yang Shubao said, "Okay, 10,000 yuan, right? I don't have that much cash now. Wait, the money is on my companion, and I'll ask him to give you money when he comes back."

The fat black woman smiled sly and took out a pose machine: "You can swipe the card."

Yang Shubao said: "The card and the money are all on my companion, oh, he is back."

Benson trotted all the way back and shouted excitedly: "I saw a Chinese restaurant, and I'll treat me to Chinese food today."

Yang Shubao waved and said, "Don't rush to eat first, come and pay the fine first."

Benson asked inexplicably: "What are you doing, why do you have to pay a fine?"

Uncle Yang rubbed the remaining white lines on the ground with his foot, and the white lines blurred as soon as he stepped down.

Benson understands what's going on.

Although he has never done this kind of thing himself, he has seen his colleagues do it.

He sighed and took out the policeman's ID and showed it to the fat black woman, and asked, "I am the policeman Gerald-bb-Benson, who are you?"

The fat black woman was immediately scared when she saw the ID, put away her pose machine and turned around and left.

Similar things are too common in South Africa, and Benson is too lazy to hold her accountable.

Looking at Yang Shubao, he asked, "South Africa, there is no hope, right?"

Uncle Yang shrugged and said, "This is just a small accident. Which country does not have such a thing? Let's go and find a parking lot to park. We have to go to have a meal first, and find a place to rest after dinner."

This incident hit Benson a little. After getting in the car, he slumped in his seat and murmured: "Education, education, education, the country needs to popularize education. Only by achieving quality education for the whole nation can this country have hope, otherwise the whole Africa will be over."

When he encountered this, he was no longer interested in going to eat Chinese food. Yang Shubao walked around the commercial area and couldn't find the parking lot, so he simply parked his car in the city park.

There is an old tank at the entrance of this city park, and you can see old weapons as a commemorative symbol in many important places in South Africa.

Yang Shubao went down to take a photo. The tank was also a landmark in the city. He took the photo together and sent it to Peters, the producer of the Swedish Royal Documentary Channel, inviting him to have the opportunity to visit this city named after his surname.

There is no restaurant in the park, but there are several dining trucks selling hamburgers, hot dogs and other food trucks.

Uncle Yang wanted to go to the dining car to buy things, so Benson shook his head and took him to find a gas station.

The city feature of South Africa is that there are more gas stations than supermarkets and shops. There are actually four gas stations next to the entrance of the park.

The gas station here is a supermarket itself, and you can buy everything you need in your life. They bought some bread, cakes, sausages, hot dogs and fried chicken, and some drinks and water.

People with twenty people eat more.

The two elves didn't eat this thing, and the carriage was full of fruits. They were specially picked and made for them before leaving.

The pace of life in small cities is slow, and there are many people in the city park, all of whom are here to rest.

The temperature in this city is higher than that in Hluhluwe. Even in winter, it is still a bit hot at noon, and many people stay in the shade to have a picnic and chat.

Uncle Yang wanted to find a piece of grass to sit down. There was a lot of garbage in the grass. It looked very green and flat from a distance. When I got closer, I found that it was not very suitable to sit down and rest.

They had no choice but to clean up the obvious garbage first, and threw it into the trash can.

As a result, just as they finished packing up, someone beckoned to them and shouted: "Hey, I have to pack up here too."

Benson cursed angrily: "Damn lazy, get out!"

Several young men came over with great momentum, Benson waved his hand, and more than a dozen Timits stood up with great momentum.

These young men walked past them without squinting.

Yang Shubao wanted to laugh at it. South Africans do not have the genes of belligerence in their bones. They are just arrogant, but not really tough.

Because of these two things, Benson was very upset with the city of Petersburg. He quickly ate the burger and said, "Let's find a place to rest quickly, I'm tired."

Yang Shubao was not interested in this city park, nor was he interested in the food here. Whether it was the hamburger hot dog or fried chicken, he exuded a strange smell, which made him have no confidence in diet safety.

He clapped his hands and wanted to leave. When a stall next to him saw that he was not satisfied with the food, he pushed a dining cart over and asked, "Sir, do you want to try our specialty food?"

Uncle Yang looked into the dining car and found that there were grilled pigeons and fried chicken chops on it, which was the same as before.

He picked up a bag of fried chicken steak and shook his head. The man smiled and said, "It's not fried chicken steak, it's a hummingbird. The hummingbird is fragrant and crispy. Try it?"

Yang Shubao continued to shake his head: "Hummingbirds are so cute, how could you blow them up?"
Chapter completed!