Both rand and pound sterling can be used in southern Africa, but Jackson and Scott, who had just arrived on Zhenghe Island, were exposed and arrested before they could exchange pounds for rand, so the rand appearing in their wallets was very strange.
And that was one hundred rand. Even for British people like Jackson and Scott who worked overseas, it was a full year's income, so Jackson and Scott decided to keep this matter in their hearts.
The current Zhenghe Island is very dangerous for Jackson and Scott. Jackson and Scott must leave Zhenghe Island as quickly as possible.
There are more than a dozen ships in the port that are adding water and coal. It goes without saying that the ships with square letters on the sides of the ships are all ships of the Southern African flag. Jackson and Scott did not consider it. There are not many ships from other countries. It is not easy to see them.
The familiar Latin letters are still a French cargo ship.
"France is France. Anyway, I don't dare to sail to southern Africa. God knows where it will take us." Jackson had no choice, as long as he could leave Zhenghe Island.
Not long after the cargo ship named "Saint Josephine" entered the berth, a group of short, dark-skinned Indian workers were loading coal onto the ship. Several crew members were watching the excitement from the side of the ship. They could not go ashore without the permission of the staff.
At a time when the pandemic is raging in the United States, crew members of ships from southern Africa can go ashore to rest, while crew members from other countries can only stay on board.
"What are you two doing sneakily?" A Frenchman wearing a French naval officer's uniform suddenly appeared next to Jackson and Scott. There was no military rank on the uniform.
"Who are you?" Jackson's expression was arrogant. The British were still very proud in front of the French. Of course, the French actually looked down on the British.
"My name is Kilpatrick, and I am the first mate of the St. Josephine." The Frenchman revealed his identity, and Jackson's eyes immediately lit up.
"Please, we are British, please take us out of here." Jackson spoke sincerely, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
Kilpatrick said nothing, looking at Jackson and Scott with a half-smile.
"How much?" Scott didn't talk nonsense.
"How much can you offer?" Kilpatrick looked at Jackson and Scott with contempt in his eyes, which really made Jackson unbearable.
"Thirty pounds - no, thirty rand, two people." Scott really didn't mean to lower the price. He and Jackson's ferry ticket from India to Zhenghe Island indeed only cost thirty pounds.
"Thirty rand for two people, are you kidding me?" Kilpatrick was displeased and turned around to leave. The price was almost an insult.
When Jackson and Scott came to Zhenghe Island, they took a British passenger ship from India to Australia. Because Jackson and Scott held work documents issued by the Indian colonial government, the ticket only cost 30
pound.
Now it is impossible for Jackson and Scott to come up with only thirty rand. The "Saint Josephine" is a French ship and the British government has no control over it.
"Wait a minute, how much did you say?" Scott stopped Kilpatrick and asked for the price. The French have no sense of humor.
Of course, it could also be that Kilpatrick couldn't understand Scott's sense of humor and couldn't get enough of Scott's jokes.
"Fifty, per person." Kilpatrick asked for a high price, but before Scott could speak, Jackson couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Are you crazy, fifty shillings?" Jackson glared at Kilpatrick.
"Fifty rand, if you want to get on the boat, you can pay me. Come over in two hours and I will take you on the boat. Otherwise, don't waste your time." Kilpatrick was confident and he didn't have to sit on the boat if it was too expensive.
"I would rather throw my money into the ocean than give it to you!" Jackson's temper immediately grew.
"Humph——" Kilpatrick sneered, folding his arms and saying nothing.
Scott took out his wallet and took out all the one hundred rand in it and handed it to Kilpatrick.
"Smart choice—" Kilpatrick took the money and walked up the spiral staircase of the "St. Josephine."
"We can't let this guy get so cheap." Jackson gritted his teeth. That was a hundred rand, and he didn't know if he would be reimbursed when he returned to London.
"Otherwise, what can we do?" Scott looked at Kilpatrick's back and felt something was wrong for no reason.
"It's only been two hours, what are we doing now?" Jackson was so ambitious that he immediately put the matter behind him.
"Whatever you want-" Scott was still thinking about the reason for the problem, and then he found Jackson walking towards a bar next to the pier with a sinister smile.
"What are you going to do?" Scott chased after him.
Jackson didn't speak, and mouthed to the bar girl who was soliciting customers at the door of the bar.
"I'm going to find a Chinese girl to take revenge on her severely." Jackson's mind was strange.
Scott followed Jackson's gaze and looked over. He had black hair and yellow skin, a loose white shirt and a black short skirt. It was a style of clothing that was easy for men to get on and off, and it also had a very special temptation.
However, after careful observation, Scott was completely disappointed with Jackson's IQ.
"Do you think that's Chinese?" Scott was speechless.
"Of course, I have studied Chinese. Hello, um, how much does it cost-" Jackson showed off his Chinese in a weird foreign accent. Fortunately, Africans are not in a high status these days, otherwise they would get into trouble with just these few Chinese sentences.
.
"Look clearly, do you think the proud Chinese would let their girls do this kind of thing?" Scott threw cold water.
Jackson was stunned for a moment. At this time, a man passed by the door of the bar. Seeing the bar girl smiling and taking small steps, and nodding and bowing with her hands on her knees, Jackson suddenly lost interest.
Let’s be honest, he is really not Chinese.
"Then let's just have a drink as a reminder that we are about to leave here." Jackson adjusted his mentality. The bars in southern Africa are still very good. Jackson and Scott were arrested in the bar before.
Of course it's definitely not this Table Mountain bar, but the Oak Bar next to the office building in the port area.
The Table Mountain bar is always so lively, and most of the customers are sailors who come ashore for a short stay from ships. From time to time, sailors and their female companions come upstairs talking and laughing. Jackson is a little envious, but he can resist the temptation.
Japanese women are actually not very attracted to Jackson. Although his short stature can be described as petite and exquisite, his long waist and short legs are a drawback.
In a booth at the entrance of the bar, a few guys in sailor uniforms were playing an interesting-looking game, and there were a lot of people surrounding them.
Jackson and Scott each ordered a glass of rum, and then Jackson went over with the glass to watch the fun.
The game is actually very simple. There are two bowls and one gold coin. As long as you can guess which bowl the gold coin is under, the gold coin will belong to whoever can guess it.
With Jackson's IQ, he could understand the rules of the game at a glance. Moreover, Jackson unexpectedly discovered that the dealer's tactics didn't seem to be very skillful. Even Jackson could clearly see which bowl the gold coins were placed under, but the ones next to him didn't.
The guys participating in the game seemed to be unable to notice it because of the angle or because they were blinded by the killing.
What a great opportunity to make money!
Before the glass of rum was finished, Jackson threw five rands down when the game started again.
"It's not under this one, it's under the other one -" a guy next to him who thought he was smart reminded Jackson.
Jackson said nothing and looked at the guy who thought he was smart with eyes full of intellectual superiority.
"Really, believe me, it's underneath the other one." insisted the smart guy.
"Haha, if you think you are under the other one, why don't you give it a try?" Jackson felt that there were so many fools in the world and not enough smart people.
The self-proclaimed smart guy's face turned red, and he obviously couldn't stand Jackson's stimulation. He raised his hand and took out a twenty rand note and threw it down.
"Hahahaha——" Jackson clapped his hands and laughed. Some people never shed tears until they see the coffin.
"Buy it and leave!" The dealer opened the market, and Jackson, who was smiling up to the sky, immediately solidified his smile.
"Hahahaha, I've already told someone that it's under this bowl, but some people just don't believe it." The guy who bet twenty rands got forty rands, and proudly put the money into his wallet.
Jackson's eyes immediately turned red, and at the same time he felt huge regret in his heart.
It’s not that I regretted losing five rands, but regretting that I didn’t earn twenty rands.
"Enough is enough -" Scott stopped immediately. Although Scott didn't understand what was going on, Scott already felt something was wrong.
As an agent of MI6, Scott's observation skills are quite good. Just when the dealer opened the market, Scott discovered that the dealer had made eye contact with the guy who won twenty rand.
"Come again! I don't believe it!" Jackson refused to admit defeat. How could a smart person be fooled by a fool? The way he opened it must be wrong.
"Wait, Jackson, if you want to continue, then pay me back the ticket money first." Scott calmed down, Jackson wanted to die and Scott had nothing to do with it, at least he didn't drag Scott to die with him.
"I'll give you one hundred rands back later." Jackson was quite loyal. In fact, Jackson was really not stingy. If Jackson could win two hundred rands, he would really give one hundred rands to Scott.
When they were two hours old, Jackson and Scott, who had lost their minds, sat on the bench next to the pier for people to rest. They were puzzled. It was obviously a very simple game, it was obviously the result of a sure profit without losing money, it was obviously an IQ crushing game.
Why is the situation like this?
"Those guys are liars, I'm going to get our money back -" Jackson finally came to his senses, but it was too late. After winning all of Jackson's money, the bar had already dispersed.
"Never mind the money for now, why hasn't that damn first mate shown up yet?" Scott was anxious. The chimney of St. Joseph's had begun to smoke, and the anchor was about to be lifted. Kilpatrick hadn't shown up yet. Scott