In Rexibeca's view, the diamond mine in front of him is not a mine, but a mountain made of pounds.

Diamonds, an expensive thing that symbolizes long-lasting love in the eyes of the world, are worth a lot of money, and will not make Rex Northwest think that this thing can become a hard currency.

More than a hundred years ago, diamond production was very small, but occasionally found in rivers and jungles. This crystal clear thing seemed very precious and was often used by nobles to inlaid in clothes as decoration.

However, once there is too much, it is worthless, just like the lives of those black people at this time.

As South Africa unearthed the first diamond mine of tens of millions of carats, those diamond merchants were panicked. If diamonds from this mine flowed into the market, it would cause diamond prices to plummet!

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

The first company established to monopolize diamond mines was named Dales Mining, which was later Dales Group.

You have never heard of this giant that once occupied 80% of the world's diamond production, but you will definitely hear the ad slogan that everyone knows diamonds will last forever and be passed down forever.

Well, this sentence is the iconic slogan of the Dales Group and the most successful marketing of the entire century. I don’t know how many crazy men and women have deceived them.

Of course, diamonds are mainly used to cheat women, but more than 90% of the people who pay for it are men.

Soon, the Dales Group discovered that it was because it bought this diamond mine and made an exclusive monopoly, and it could not stop the fact that "diamonds" were extremely reserved on the earth. Soon, from Russia, Sierra Leone, and from many corners of the world, super-large diamond mines were explored. Several major groups in the diamond industry were completely panicked. They quickly reached an offensive and defensive alliance, limiting diamond production on the one hand, and developing emerging markets on the other hand. In that era, the world's largest diamond jewelry consumer market was not China, but the United States.

Therefore, at that time, whenever all Hollywood movies were courtship, they would see the hero give the heroine a diamond ring... This scene was not done by the screenwriter, but by the joint efforts of the American consortium and international diamond industry giants!

So, after such a wave of operations, almost everyone in the world believes that diamonds are the symbol of love. The bigger the carat, the more important love is in your heart.

However, as a diamond practitioner, Rexibeka does not think so at all, but instead mocks him for this.

However, putting aside his ridicule, the future chief of Luojia Crown Group, what he said was a cruel reality after all.

In Africa, there are some disputes over diamond mines every year, and many locals will bleed and die, and many mercenaries will also throw their lives here.

"Who doesn't work hard, please beat them hard for me." Rexibeca said with a condescending look at the black laborer in the mine.

At this moment, in his eyes, except for ridicule, only indifference was left.

Several black workers were slightly slower and were beaten hard by the guards of the Luojia Crown Group. Since most of the black workers were naked, they would become skin and flesh if they whipped down!

In this harsh living environment, these black workers are extremely likely to die from infection after being beaten! Like what Rexibeka has always said, diamonds are not valuable, and black lives are even less valuable.

After all, a black man died, and a diamond giant like them could get a large number of people from some African tribes that could not eat, through so-called agency companies.

Of course, these black people who were "trafficked" could basically never return to their hometowns after they came out, and their fates were very tragic throughout their lives.

Rexibeca looked at the black men who were whipped and begged for mercy, so she smiled. His thin lip line looked very nice, but it always gave people a sense of cruelty.

This young man who is rich and well-off never treats these black workers as humans.

"We're going to have a meal! I can't do it anymore!" a young-looking black man shouted.

He came here two months ago by the chief of the tribe. He found himself in a pit after he arrived. The high-intensity labor day and night, and the extremely poor diet and accommodation environment put the black man's spirit on the verge of collapse. He was often whipped and covered with scars. He was originally young and strong, but now he is thin in less than two months.

Rexibeca looked at the guy and said to the guard beside him: "Bring him out of the mine and let him speak in front of me."

So two guards pushed the young black man and signaled him to come.

Immediately afterwards, Rexibeca shouted condescendingly: "Whoever has any objections to this working environment can raise it to me, and I will have a reward."

A dozen black people stood up.

These people came here within three months.

As for those black workers who had been in the mine for three months, they were working silently, and at the same time they looked at their compassionate eyes to their peers who had stood up and met for a while.

"Don't worry, if you have any opinions, I am the heir to the Crown Group of Luojia. I have come here for the first time. I think I will be good at it." Rexibeca said with a smile, "After all, if you work well, our group will become better."

His smile seemed very friendly.

However, the black people who stood up because of his words seemed to have forgotten intentionally or unintentionally. Just now, the handsome heir ordered the black workers who were working hard with a whip.

So, fifteen minutes later, a row of black workers stood in front of Rexibeca, with a total of twelve people.

"Stand with your back to the mine, no matter how many you have, you have to say to me one by one." Rexbeca said with a smile.

At this moment, the black workers had the illusion that their lives would really improve because of this.

So they followed Rexibeka's words, stood in a row with their backs to the mine.

"You talk first." Rexibeca pointed to the young black man who stood up first, smiling, but the black man didn't know that behind their boss's smile was actually full of ridicule.

The young black man shouted: "I can't stand it anymore. I really can't stand it like this. I can't eat enough food every day, sleep enough, and I will be beaten if I move a little slower. Look at the scars on my body! Either let us live a good life or let us leave this hell!"

The spits he said were flying everywhere, Rexibeca was a little away, frowned, and showed a look of disgust. At the same time, he took out an exquisite handkerchief and wiped some spits of spits.

"You ruined my expensive suit." Rexibeca finished wiping her clothes, threw the handkerchief away, and threw it into the mine.

This expensive silk handkerchief floats like fallen leaves in autumn, without soul or life.

The young black man obviously couldn't understand why he had just a little bit of his spit and the suit was destroyed. He shouted excitedly: "Is your suit important, or is our life important?"

Rexibeca frowned deeply, because as the young black man was talking, another spit splashed on his clothes.

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

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

Rexibeca held up his pistol, pointed it at the black worker's forehead, and said, "I'm sorry, my suit is more important to answer your question."

After saying that, pull the trigger!

Bang!

A gunshot!

The black worker was exposed to a big hole in the forehead by the gun!

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

Say killing!

"Damn it, your blood is dirty." Rexibeca looked down and saw a few drops of blood splattered on his pants!

The dozen black workers around him never expected Rexibeka to shoot, which was no different from a smiling devil!

They have been here for a short time and do not understand what it means to ignore human life.

"Since you don't want to do it anymore, then find a place and have a sleep. I think this mine is good. Sleeping inside, it will be warm in winter and cool in summer." Rexibeca said, walking two steps forward, kicking the young black man in the chest.

The black worker was blown to his head and his body was slowly tilting back. When Rexibeka kicked it like a kite with a broken string, he fell directly into the mine!

Bang!

A few seconds later, the sound of landing came!

At this time, the silk handkerchief that had been thrown out by Rexibeka also fell from the air and happened to fall on the broken forehead of the young black man, covering his face.

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"Damn it, I actually think this picture is very beautiful. Is there something wrong with my aesthetic view?" Rexibeca stood by the mine, staring at his silk handkerchief, and said with some appreciation.

"Do you guys have any other opinions to me?" Seeing that these black workers were trembling and no one said anything, Rexibeca asked with a smile.
Chapter completed!