After taking the iron box filled with silver coins and the black bag passed over by Old Jack.
"What’s inside this?" Bailey felt the weight as he took it and, puzzled, opened it to take a glance. When he saw the crocodile’s head, and the chopped-up body, he was completely dumbfounded. "Why is there a crocodile?"
Old Jack replied with a smirk that hardly hid his ill-intent: "Nothing much, just happened to co across this guy in the swamp of the rainforest. It had bad luck running into us."
"Well, it sure is out of luck... I’m going off to exchange the silver coins now," Bailey swallowed hard, not daring to backtalk this ruffian, and scurried off in a hurry.
Old Jack sprinted to the shore, dove headfirst into the sea, and gave himself a quick wash to get rid of the mud on his skin.
Allen Zhang bought two coconuts from the Gewu Guerrilla nearby, each costing 10 US Dollars. These guys really knew how to do business!
Seated on the beach chair, donning sunglasses, sipping coconut water, he enjoyed the view of the Latin beauties playing volleyball.
After Old Jack swam back, Allen Zhang handed him a coconut. Together, they went to take in the beautiful sights, about the only good thing about this island!
Once Bailey had converted the silver coins into cash and handed the money over to the General Sect Leader, it was only a bit over 200 dollars, just enough to earn back the cost of the detection equipnt. As for the ticket, well, that’d have to wait for another ti.
Today I’ve paid your 2400-dollar entry fee, so you can’t charge again next ti I co.
This is what you call honor among thieves.
Otherwise, the General Sect Leader would have to fire on Silver Island.
Back at the island’s airport, Allen Zhang had Bailey return the detection equipnt. During the wait, he unexpectedly saw soone being hassled and arguing.
A young white man in black glasses looking quite scholarly was disputing with the staff, his face full of indignation as the Gewu Guerrilla detained him by the wrists. The staff pulled out a few silver coins from his pocket and said, "Sir, we have rules here. The silver coins dug up on the island can only be reclaid, not taken away!"
"These silver coins are my own and were only brought to compare with the Spanish silver coins excavated here. What right do you have to confiscate them? Moreover, we didn’t deliberately damage your detector! It’s your detector that’s out of repair and broke down by itself."
The man raised his voice in protest, attracting quite a bit of attention.
"Sir, let’s leave it at this. You just need to compensate us for the damage to the equipnt."
With the argunt drawing the notice of many visitors, the staff, concerned about the island’s reputation, decided to return the Spanish silver coins to the man after verifying they were his, only requesting compensation for the detector.
"I don’t have money to pay you. It’s your equipnt that’s faulty. I brought my own detector, and you didn’t allow to use it, is it because you are worried that I’ll find more silver and gold coin treasures, making you lose money? You’re deceiving consurs!" The man in glasses angrily accused them.
As the debate seed endless and the surrounding Gewu Guerrillas quickly lost patience, eying him ominously, Allen Zhang lanted how fearless this guy was. Didn’t he realize the thing they were holding wasn’t a toy?
He promptly interjected, "Alright, we’re in a hurry. How much for his detector? I’ll pay for him!"
"Sir, the repair cost for the damaged equipnt is 500 dollars," said the staff mber.
"Ok."
Without further ado, Allen Zhang pulled out 500 dollars and handed them over, returning the detector to the man. Seeing the cash, the employee’s attitude improved significantly, becoming respectful.
After all, the island was still part of the service industry, and he wasn’t a mber of the Gewu Guerrilla, just a regular employee.
"Thanks for helping out, but you really didn’t need to pay the compensation. Sir, I could’ve reasoned with them, they definitely wouldn’t dare to shoot," the man thanked him.
Allen Zhang couldn’t help but laugh, seriously advising him, "There’s no need for you to argue either, because the only person who will suffer is you. Don’t you know what the Gewu Guerrilla are known for?"
Back in the last century, their main activities were human trafficking, organ transplants, drug trafficking, kidnapping, ransom, anti-governnt activities.
Now, they might be slightly better, having eased so of the conflict with the Colombian governnt, with many of the guerrillas having been pacified, but they still weren’t all that great, because many still engaged in these industries.
If you push people over a little money, they really won’t put up with you.
"I am a geologist and archeologist, I’ve carefully studied the history of this island, as well as the shipwreck pillaged by pirates, and believe that there actually is a significant amount of silver and gold coins here," the man explained: "I ca here with a friend to verify this fact, but they didn’t allow to use my own equipnt, and I barely found anything. Trying to leave, they even tried to extort from ."
"Then I would suggest that you give up. You see their attitude. If there really were silver and gold coins here, they would have sealed off the island and quietly made their fortune a long ti ago." Upon hearing he was a peer, the General Sect Leader imdiately advised him not to wade into these troubled waters.
The man nodded in agreent, regretfully saying, "Then I can only wait for another opportunity to return."
"Buddy, I wish you good luck then."
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