Both the rand and the 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 the pound for the rand, so the rand that appeared in the wallet was very weird.

And that's a hundred rand, even for Britons like Jackson and Scott who work overseas, it's a full year's income, so Jackson and Scott decided to keep it to heart.

The current Zhenghe Island is very dangerous for Jackson and Scott, and Jackson and Scott have to leave Zhenghe Island as fast as possible.

There are more than a dozen steamers in the harbor that are adding water and coal, and the square characters written on the side of the ships are all southern African ships, Jackson and Scott do not consider, there are few ships from other countries, and it is hard to see the familiar Latin letters, and it is still a French freighter.

"France is France, anyway, I don't dare to be a ship in southern Africa, God knows where it will take us." Jackson had no choice, as long as he could leave Zhenghe Island.

Shortly after the ship St. Josephine entered the berth, a group of small, dark-skinned Indian-origin workers were loading coal onboard, and a few crew members were watching the bustle on the side of the ship, and they could not go ashore without the permission of the staff.

At the moment when the pandemic was raging in the United States, the crews of southern African ships were allowed to go ashore to rest, while the crews of other countries could only stay on board.

"What the hell are you two doing?" A Frenchman in the uniform of a French naval officer suddenly appeared next to Jackson and Scott, with no military rank on his uniform.

"Who are you?" Jackson's expression was haughty, and the British were still proud in front of the French, and of course the French actually looked down on the British.

"My name is Kilbatrick, and I'm the first mate of the St. Josephine." The Frenchman revealed his identity, and Jackson's eyes lit up immediately.

"Please, we're both British, please get us out of here." Jackson's words are earnest, like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw.

Kilbatrick didn't speak, looking at Jackson and Scott with a smirk.

"How much?" Scott doesn't talk nonsense.

"How much can you pay?" Kilbatrick looked Jackson and Scott up and down with contempt in his eyes, a look that really made Jackson unbearable.

"Thirty pounds—no, thirty rand, two." Scott really didn't mean to undercut the price, and the ferry ticket he and Jackson had to travel from India to Zhenghe Island for only thirty pounds.

"Thirty rand, two more, are you kidding?" Kilbatrick was displeased, turned around and wanted to leave, a price that bordered on an insult.

When Jackson and Scott came to Zhenghe Island, they took a British passenger ship from India to Australia, and because Jackson and Scott held work documents issued by the Indian colonial government, the tickets only cost 30 pounds.

Now it is unlikely that Jackson and Scott could only come up with thirty rand, and that "St. Josephine" was a French steamer, and the British government had no control over it.

"Wait, how much do you say?" Scott stopped Kilbatrick and paid the money back, and the French really have no sense of humor.

Of course, it could also be that Kilbatrick couldn't understand Scott's sense of humor, and that Gate didn't get Scott's meme.

"Fifty, one person." Kilbatrick's asking price was high, and before Scott could speak, Jackson couldn't bear it.

"Are you really mad, fifty shillings?" Jackson glared at Kilbatrick.

"Fifty rand, give the money if you want to get on the boat, come over in two hours, I'll take you on the boat, otherwise don't waste time." Kilbatrick has nothing to fear, and he can not sit if he is too expensive.

"I'd rather throw money in the sea than give it to you!" Jackson's temper came up immediately.

"Hmph—" Kirbatrick sneered, holding his arms and not speaking.

Scott took out his wallet directly, took out all the hundred rand in it and handed it to Kilbatrick.

"Clever choice—" Kilbatrick took the money and walked up the spiral staircase of the St. Josephine.

"Can't be so cheap, this guy." Jackson gritted his teeth, it was a hundred rand, and he didn't know if he would be reimbursed when he returned to London.

"What else can I do?" Scott looked at Kilbatrick's back, feeling a little inappropriate for no reason.

"What about two hours, what are we going to do now?" Jackson had a big heart and immediately put the matter behind him.

"Whatever you want—" Scott was still thinking about why something was wrong, and then he noticed Jackson smirking and walking towards a bar next to the docks.

"What are you going to do?" Scott catches up.

Jackson didn't speak, and mouthed Nunu, 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." Jackson's brain circuits are clear.

Scott followed Jackson's gaze, black hair, yellow skin, loose white shirt and black skirt, a very convenient style of clothing for men to get their hands on, and there was a very special temptation.

However, after taking a closer look, Scott was completely desperate for Jackson's IQ.

"You think it's Chinese?" Scott was speechless.

"Of course, I've learned Chinese, hello, that, how much is it-" Jackson showed Chinese in a strange tone, fortunately the status of Africans is not high these days, otherwise these few sentences of Chinese will cause trouble.

"See, do you think proud Chinese would let their girls do such a thing?" Scott poured cold water.

Jackson was stunned, and at this time, a man passed by the door of the bar, looking at the bar girl with a smile on her face, and a nod with her hands on her knees, Jackson suddenly became excited.

It's a real hammer, it's really not Chinese.

"Then we'll just have a drink as a memento of our imminent departure." Jackson adjusted his mentality, the bars in southern Africa are still very good, and Jackson and Scott were arrested in the bars before.

It's certainly not the Table Mountain Bar, of course, but the Oak Bar right next to the Port District office building.

The Table Mountain bar is always so lively, most of the guests are sailors who come and go ashore for a short stay, from time to time there are sailors and their female companions talking and laughing upstairs, Jackson is a little envious, but can resist the temptation, it is said that the temptation of Japanese women to Jackson is actually not much, although short stature can also be described as petite and exquisite, but the waist is long and the legs are short.

In a booth at the entrance of the bar, a couple of guys in sailor uniforms were playing a fun-looking game, surrounded by a large crowd of people.

Jackson and Scott each asked for a glass of rum, and Jackson went over with his glass to watch the excitement.

The game is actually very simple, two bowls, one gold coin, as long as you can guess which bowl the gold coin is underground, the gold coin belongs to whom.

With Jackson's IQ, he understood the rules of the game at a glance, and Jackson unexpectedly found that the dealer's technique did not seem to be very skilled, and even Jackson could clearly see which bowl the gold coin was put in, but a few guys involved in the game next to him seemed to be unable to notice it because of the angle, or because of the red eye.

What a great opportunity to make money!

Before he could finish a glass of rum, Jackson threw five rands down when the game started again.

"Not under this one, under the other—" Jackson was reminded by a guy who thought he was smart.

Jackson didn't speak, and looked at the guy he thought was smart with eyes full of intellectual superiority.

"Really, trust me, under the other." The guy who thinks he's smart insisted.

"Hehe, if you think it's under the other, why don't you give it a try?" Jackson felt that there were so many fools in the world, and there were not enough smart people.

The guy who thought he was smart turned red, obviously unable to stand Jackson's stimulation, and raised his hand to take out a bill with a face value of twenty rand and threw it down.

"Hahahaha-" Jackson stroked his hands and laughed, some people never shed tears when they saw the coffin.

"Buy and leave!" The dealer opened, and Jackson, who was smiling at the sky, immediately froze with a smile.

"Hahahaha, I've already told someone, it's under this bowl, but someone just doesn't believe it." The guy who got twenty rand got forty rand and triumphantly put the money in his purse.

Jackson's eyes immediately turned red, and at the same time there was a great remorse in his heart.

Not regret for losing five rand, but regret for not earning twenty rand.

"Enough is enough—" Scott immediately stopped, and although Scott didn't understand what was going on, Scott already sensed something was wrong.

As an MI6 agent, Scott's observation skills are still very good, and just when the dealer opened, Scott noticed that the dealer had made eye contact with the guy who won twenty rand.

"Come again! I don't believe it! "Jackson doesn't admit defeat, how can a smart person be fooled by a fool, it must be the wrong way to open.

"Wait, Jackson, if you're going to continue, then give me back the ticket money first." Scott is calm, Jackson wants to kill Scott can't do it, at least don't drag Scott to die together.

"I'll give you back a hundred rands later." Jackson is quite righteous, in fact, Jackson is really not stingy, if Jackson can win two hundred, he will really give Scott a hundred.

Two hours old, the depressed Jackson and Scott sat on the bench next to the dock for people to rest, puzzled, obviously a very simple game, obviously the result of making sure to make money without losing money, obviously it was a situation of crushing IQ, why did it happen?

"Those guys are liars, I'm going to get our money back-" Jackson finally came to his senses, but unfortunately it was too late, and after winning all of Jackson's money, the bar was already scattered.

"Don't worry about the money yet, why hasn't that damn first mate shown up yet?" Scott was in a hurry, St. Josephine's chimney had begun to smoke and was about to anchor, but Kilbatrick had not yet appeared, and Scott was not feeling good.