Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1173 IQ crushing

Both rand and British pound can be used in southern Africa, but Jackson and Scott, who had just arrived on Zhenghe Island, were exposed and arrested before they had time to convert British pounds into rand, so the rand that appeared in the wallet was very strange.

And it was one hundred rand, even for the British working overseas like Jackson and Scott, it was a full year's income, so Jackson and Scott decided to keep this matter in their hearts.

The current Zheng He Island is very dangerous for Jackson and Scott, and Jackson and Scott must leave Zheng He Island as quickly as possible.

There are more than a dozen ships in the port that are adding water and coal. Don’t worry about the ones with square characters written on the side of the ship. They are all ships with southern African flags. Jackson and Scott don’t think about them. There are not many ships from other countries. It’s hard to see them. The familiar Latin alphabet is still a French cargo ship.

"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 Zheng He Island.

The cargo ship named "St. Josephine" had just entered the berth. A group of short, dark-skinned Indian workers were loading coal on the ship.

At the moment when the pandemic is raging in the United States, the crew of southern African ships can go ashore to rest, while the crew of other countries can only stay on board.

"What are you two doing sneakily?" A Frenchman wearing a French naval officer's uniform, which did not wear a military rank, suddenly appeared next to Jackson and Scott.

"Who are you?" Jackson looked proud. The British were still very proud in front of the French, and of course the French actually looked down on the British.

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

"Please, we are British, please take us out of here." Jackson's words were earnest, like a drowning man grasping at a straw.

Kilpatrick didn't speak, and looked at Jackson and Scott with half-smiles.

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

"How much can you offer?" Kilpatrick looked up and down 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 on purpose. The ferry ticket for him and Jackson from India to Zheng He Island really only cost thirty pounds.

"Thirty rand, two more, are you kidding me?" Kilpatrick was displeased, and turned around to leave. The price was almost insulting.

When Jackson and Scott came to Zheng He 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 [-] yuan. pound.

It is unlikely that Jackson and Scott could only come up with thirty rand. The "St. Josephine" is a French ship, and the British government has nothing to do with it.

"Wait, how much did you say?" Scott called to stop Kilpatrick, asking for a lot of money and paying back the money. The French really have no sense of humor.

Of course, it could also be that Kilpatrick can't understand Scott's sense of humor, and Gater can't understand Scott's memes.

"Fifty, one person." Kilpatrick asked for a high price, and before Scott could speak, Jackson couldn't bear it.

"Are you crazy, fifty shillings?" Jackson glared at Kilpatrick.

"Fifty rand. If you want to board the boat, you can pay. Come back in two hours and I will take you on board. Otherwise, don't waste your time."

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

"Hmph—" Kilpatrick sneered, crossing his arms and remaining silent.

Scott took out his wallet directly, 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".

"It 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 after returning to London.

"Otherwise, what can we do?" Scott looked at Kilpatrick's back, feeling a little wrong in his heart for no reason.

"Two hours, what are we doing now?" Jackson was worried, and immediately put the matter behind him.

"Whatever you--" Scott was still thinking about the reason for the inappropriateness, and then he found Jackson smiling slyly and walking towards a bar next to the pier.

"What are you doing?" Scott chased after him.

Jackson didn't speak, but nuzzled at the bar girl who was soliciting customers at the entrance of the bar.

"I'm going to find a Chinese girl to take revenge on her severely." Jackson had a strange thought.

Scott followed Jackson's gaze, black hair, yellow skin, loose white shirt and black skirt, very convenient clothing styles for men, and also has a very special temptation.

But after careful observation, Scott was completely desperate for Jackson's IQ.

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

"Of course, I have learned Chinese. Hello, that, how much is it—" Jackson said in a strange Chinese accent. Fortunately, the status of Africans is not high these days, otherwise these few Chinese will cause trouble .

"Look clearly, do you think proud Chinese would let their girls do this?" Scott poured cold water.

Jackson was stunned for a moment. At this time, a man passed by the bar door. Seeing the bar girl smiling and making small steps, and nodding and bowing with her hands on her knees, Jackson suddenly lost interest.

It's true, it's really not Chinese.

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

Of course, it is 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. Most of the guests are sailors who come and go ashore for a short time. From time to time, sailors and their female companions go upstairs talking and laughing. Jackson is a bit envious, but he can resist the temptation. The temptation of Japanese women to Jackson is actually not that great. 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 few guys in sailor uniforms were playing a very interesting game, surrounded by a lot of people.

Jackson and Scott each ordered a glass of rum, and then Jackson went over to watch the excitement with the glass.

The game is actually very simple, two bowls, one gold coin, as long as you can guess which bowl the gold coin is in, the gold coin will belong to whoever.

With Jackson's IQ, he could understand the rules of the game just by looking at them. Moreover, Jackson unexpectedly discovered that the dealer's technique did not seem to be very skillful. Even Jackson could clearly see which bowl the gold coins were placed under, but the few nearby The guys who participated in the game seemed to be unable to notice because of the angle, or because they were too red-eyed.

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—" a guy who thought he was smart reminded Jackson.

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

"Really, believe me, under the other." The smug guy insisted.

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

The guy who thought he was smart blushed, apparently unable to stand Jackson's provocation, raised his hand and took out a note worth twenty rand and threw it down.

"Hahahaha——" Jackson clapped his hands and laughed, some people never see the coffin without crying.

"Buy and leave!" The dealer opened the market, and Jackson, who was smiling up to the sky, immediately froze his smile.

"Hahahaha, I already told someone that it's under this bowl, but some people just don't believe it." The guy who bet twenty rand got forty rand, and proudly put the money into his wallet.

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

Not for losing five rand, but for not making twenty rand.

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

As an MI[-] agent, Scott's observation ability is still very good. Just when the dealer opened, Scott found that the dealer had made eye contact with the guy who had won twenty rand.

"Again! I don't believe it!" Jackson didn't admit defeat, how could a smart person be fooled by a fool, it must be the wrong way to open it.

"Wait, Jackson, if you want to continue, then return the ticket money to me first." Scott calmed down, Jackson wanted to die and Scott didn't care, at least don't drag Scott to die with him.

"I'll give you back [-] rand later." Jackson was quite loyal, but Jackson was really not stingy. If Jackson could win [-] rand, he would really give Scott [-] rand.

When they were two hours old, Jackson and Scott, who had lost their souls, sat on the bench next to the pier for people to rest and couldn't understand it. The situation, why did it happen?

"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.

"Forget about the money, why hasn't that damned first mate appeared yet?" Scott was in a state of anxiety, the chimney of St. Josephine had already begun to smoke, and the anchor was about to be hoisted, but Kilpatrick hadn't appeared yet. I feel bad.

(End of this chapter)