Odin family of pirates

"Didn't you just see it yesterday?"

The stall owner is a wrinkled but energetic middle-aged man.

After seeing Odin, he first said hello, and then his expression dropped.

"Also, don't call me Jack these two days, it's bad luck!"

Odin raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man in confusion.

"Let me tell you, there is a gangster here named Jack who died... It seems that he was tricked to death. Anyway, this name is a bit unlucky recently."

As a person in the town, a middle-aged man's social status is relatively "higher".

Logically speaking, he would have nothing to talk about with the people in the ghetto.

But this kid Odin is different. He catches Jack's eyes very much.

This young man seems to have a unique temperament, especially his eyes.

Different from the numbness in the eyes of other villagers, Odin's eyes were full of life, full of hope for life.

"You're so superstitious, Jack."

Ignoring the murderous gaze of the middle-aged man, Odin unloaded the large wooden basket from behind and placed it in front of him.

Jack glanced at it casually and said angrily: "In exchange for money or things?"

"Only fools change money."

"You should learn to save money so that you can buy a house in the town, marry a wife, and leave this damn rat's nest." Jack advised earnestly.

A rat's nest refers to a slum.

Davao Island has a medium population. In addition to one town on the island, there is also the slum where Odin is located.

"What's the point of saying that?"

Odin curled his lips: "You have kept the price so low. Even fools know how to exchange things instead of Baileys."

There is a very strange rule when it comes to receiving groceries:

If you exchange mountain goods for money, you can only get a pitiful amount of Baileys. If you exchange them for other items, you can get things that far exceed the Baileys of the same value.

Others were confused, but Odin could figure out the key.

It's nothing more than a way for the big shots in the town to maintain cheap labor.

Inducing people in slums to barter for goods prevents them from saving enough money to move to town.

"As I said before, you can come and work here and buy a house in the town in a few years."

Jack's face was solemn, and he could tell he was sincere.

"Forget it, not free."

Odin shook his head and skipped the topic: "By the way, do you have any self-defense guys here?"

Jack hesitated when he heard this.

The sale of weapons is not allowed in this stronghold. The big shots in the town do not want the slums to be too chaotic and waste cheap labor.

"I can secretly sell you a handful, but you don't want to reveal it."

After hesitating for a while, Jack made a decision.

He was very optimistic about the unique young man in front of him, so he took out a scimitar about 10 inches in length from the pile of goods behind him.

"how much is it?"

Odin looked at the weapon carefully. The blade looked a little curved, like a dogleg knife from the previous life, which was a Nepali scimitar.

"8000 Baileys." Jack made an "eight" gesture.

The purchasing power of Bailey is equivalent to the Japanese yen in the previous life. 8000 Bailey is equivalent to about 500 RMB.

"Well, then you should first see how much my goods are worth. If it's not enough, I'll think of a way."

Odin didn't counter-offer, and it was already good that Jack was willing to sell him the weapon.

Jack did not call the other men behind him who were responsible for inspecting the goods, but he personally pulled the wooden basket to inspect the goods.

"What is this?" Jack took out a few things.

"I met a big pheasant in the forest. Here are its meat, claws, and beak." Odin pointed to each one and explained.

"You're lucky to be alive. That thing is as strong as two adults."

Jack clicked his tongue, looking surprised.

"But if you survive a disaster, you will be lucky. These things of yours are still worth some money, especially the beaks. They can be sold to rich people as collectibles."

"For all the things you have, I will give you 9300 beli. If you exchange them for items, you can exchange them for 14000 beli."

Odin just thought for a moment before making a decision.

"In exchange for 8500 beli in cash, except for the 8000 dagger, you can give me another 500 beli, and the rest will be exchanged for meat... By the way, let's get another wooden basket."

The original wooden basket was damaged by big pheasants and had a big hole in it, making it really inconvenient to use.

"The wooden basket is not valuable. I will give you one, and I will give you a pound of pork." Jack waved his hand.

"Thanks a lot, Jack." Odin smiled.

"I told you not to call me Jack!"

......

After changing his things, Odin returned home.

Put the meat and the new basket in the yard and go out again.

This time when he went out, Odin went to buy some wine.

After turning several stinky streets, he came to a three-way intersection.

There was already a queue of about ten people, and at the front was a trolley with brown bottles of white wine on it.

Odin felt relieved when he saw it. He was also worried that after Jack died, no one would sell alcohol in a short time. In that case, the old drunkard would have to suffer for a while.

Pay for it, get the drink.

The process is simple and the queue is fast.

Soon it was Odin's turn. He took out 160 beli and handed it over, and then he was about to pick up a bottle of wine from the trolley.

"lay down!"

The person who took over the liquor selling business was a young man with yellow hair. He and Jack, the previous liquor seller, belonged to the same gang, the Jem Gang.

"The price of wine has increased. It's [-] Baileys a bottle." Huang Mao blurted out.

The price of wine has indeed increased, but only from 160 to 200 beli.

Huang Mao said this just because he saw Odin's immature face and wanted to bully him.

Disguised extortion is the norm in slums.

Usually no one dares to resist. After all, the slum area is so big. Once someone from the gang is resented, it will be hard to live a peaceful life.

"Then I don't want it anymore."

Odin put the wine back, took back the money on the trolley, and turned to leave.

Are you kidding me? A bottle of low-quality, almost cost-free blended liquor costs 800 Baileys?

With that kind of money, you can go to Aunt Rousi's tavern to buy wine...even though you can only buy the cheapest kind.

But it's still a serious rum.

"Boy, you've already touched it, you must buy it."

Huang Mao pressed down the money on the trolley with one hand to prevent Odin from taking it away.

"I just touched her. Don't be so stingy. I'm not your wife."

After hearing this, Huang Mao suddenly became angry and rushed forward, his face gloomy.

"Do you know who I am, boy!"

"I'm from the Jem Gang!"

Huang Mao pulled out a short-handled dagger-like weapon from his waist and threatened.

Odin raised his eyebrows and calmly took out the dogleg knife he had just acquired from the back of his waist.

"So what?"

"..."

Huang Mao looked at it and immediately hesitated.

It’s a well-known fact that only gang members are allowed to own weapons in the ghetto.

It was obvious that this kid had joined some kind of gang.

"What's your name?"

"Jack."

After Odin finished speaking, he directly picked up two bottles of white wine from the cart and left in a swaggering manner.

"Jack..."

Huang Mao's face looked uncertain, but in the end he didn't catch up.

"Is it someone behind the scenes, or is it my own behavior?"

Huang Mao planned to investigate this boy's background first.

Losing two bottles of wine is a small matter, but rashly triggering a fight between two gangs is a big deal.