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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 100
Just like Roman, Marcos also gave them money, slightly lower than what Roman gave, though still shockingly generous from Karlos's perspective.
"Damn, I lost today. You guys sabotaged me... Karlos, do you accept cheques?" Marcos asked half-jokingly, trying to salvage his pride.
"No, no, no, this is already enough, really. Thank you." Karlos realized that they might turn it into a competition if he didn't stop them.
Larry was laughing while Roman had a smug expression, they were clearly not the losers today. Marcos had a sour face.
"Babe, I'll return to the room now, the kids might disturb your conversation." Maya was uncomfortable with this kind of situation, especially when the wine had arrived and the atmosphere felt too fancy for her. She excused herself, leaving Karlos behind.
"Alright," Karlos answered, although deep inside, he also didn't want to stay in the dining room with these three rich men whose world was vastly different from his. He couldn't even join their conversation and was quiet the whole time.
'Ah, I remember, I have to talk to Larry about the bay harbor.' Karlos mentally noted.
The three men were laughing and joking with each other. They didn't care about the maids who were standing in the corner of the dining room. Mrs. Wanda and the others were waiting for orders while trying to stay invisible. Just like the maids, the crew members were also waiting in the living room.
"Ah, before I forget, Mrs. Wanda, please provide food for my crew. I'll pay for it." Roman said.
"It's alright, you don't have to pay. Wanda, take care of the crew members."
"Yes, young master Larry."
In this villa, Larry held the higher hierarchy since he owned it. The maids were under his command.
As the conversation went on, Marcos invited Karlos for a talk.
The two went to the annex with wineglasses in their hands.
"I know I already said this earlier, thank you for saving my brother. The whole Araneto family owes you. If you need something, you can call me. Here's my contact."
Karlos accepted the card, only to realize that it was not a business card but a military identification card with special markings.
"Larry told me that you're a fisherman. I'm the Rear Admiral of the Coast Guard of Timog-Kanluran province. You can contact me if you need help," Marcos proudly said.
"Okay." Karlos was surprised to hear that Marcos was actually in the Coast Guard. This could really help him, especially in emergencies.
"Karlos," Marcos chuckled. "It seems you don't understand what a Rear Admiral is. It's the third-highest rank in the Coast Guard. There's only one Admiral in Adobo country, two Vice Admirals, followed by Rear Admirals. In short, there are only three people above me in the Coast Guard. I have strong influence in the waters of Timog-Kanluran province." His tone carried both pride and reassurance.
"... T- That's amazing. I'm sorry I didn't know what a Rear Admiral is, but wow... So you're basically the sea king of this region?" Karlos was speechless as he realized Marcos was not simple. The Araneto family clearly had far more influence in the province than he imagined.
"That's the expression I'm looking for," Marcos laughed. He patted Karlos's shoulder and reminded him that he could contact him whenever he needed a backer in the fishing industry.
Karlos felt at ease hearing that. He was a fisherman, and the influence of the Coast Guard could help him a lot. Especially when Marcos's position was quite high, making his support incredibly valuable.
Right when they returned inside, Roman used the moment to talk to Karlos.
"Since you're done talking to Karlos, it's my turn," Roman said to his cousin, who nodded and stepped aside.
Karlos was confused why Roman also wanted to talk to him, but he went along.
The two went to the annex again. Roman pulled out a tobacco stick and offered one to Karlos, but he shook his head.
"I don't smoke."
"My bad, you have twins, you shouldn't smoke." Roman realized his mistake and felt slightly awkward. Still, he lit his tobacco and blew smoke away from Karlos.
"You can speak Japanese, right?" Roman asked in Japanese, testing if Karlos could really understand.
"Yes, I can speak Japanese. Why are you asking?" Karlos replied, surprised that Roman suddenly changed languages, but he followed naturally.
"Good, that's great to hear." Roman nodded in satisfaction, finally confirming his guess.
"Next week, my hotel will have foreign guests, and they are interested in fishing. I need someone who can accommodate them and speak to them. You'll handle the Japanese."
"Me?" Karlos blinked, taken aback.
"That's right. It's obvious you're fluent. The fact that you can follow what I'm saying in Japanese already proves it."
The two continued speaking smoothly in Japanese.
"How much do you earn daily?" Roman asked.
"These past few days, I averaged 20,000 pesos." Karlos answered honestly.
"That's it? Last time you sold a Bluefin Tuna for 1.6 million pesos. How did it become so low?"
"20,000 pesos is already a huge amount for daily earnings. That's a whole month of a middle-class worker's salary." Karlos defended.
"That's so small."
Roman was genuinely surprised. He had never experienced the life of a normal person and had no clear idea how much average people earned. For him, 20,000 pesos was just small pocket money. He couldn't even enjoy a nice dinner in an expensive restaurant with that amount. He usually spent hundreds of thousands every night without thinking twice.
"..." Karlos had no idea how to respond. 20,000 pesos was never small to him, it was survival.
"Anyway, I'll triple that salary if you work with me for a day. You just need to help them fish and talk to them, simple as that."
"I'm in." Karlos accepted immediately. That was 60,000 pesos, three days' worth of fishing in just one day. He decided that he would talk to Brandon to take a day off. Since they had been fishing six times a week, Brandon would probably appreciate a break.
"That's great. Now I have to find more people who can speak Korean and Spanish."
They were still speaking in Japanese.
"Why? You're also looking for someone who can speak Korean and Spanish?" Karlos asked.
"Yeah, my guests are not only Japanese."
"Make my salary 120,000 pesos and I'll help you accommodate the Koreans and Spaniards," Karlos said boldly.
"You can also speak Korean and Spanish?" Roman was speechless.
"I studied linguistics in college, though I didn't graduate."
"No wonder." Roman nodded slowly, realizing Karlos was far more skilled than he initially thought.