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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 101
When Roman realized that Karlos could also speak Korean and Spanish, he decided to trust him. He was dumbfounded when he learned that Karlos was better than him in Korean to the point that it sounded almost native. Roman still hadn't mastered Korean, and now he was defeated by a fisherman who was younger than him.
"120,000 pesos it is then. I'll accept your offer. Although I still have to look for other people who can speak foreign languages since it will be hard for a single person to converse with dozens of foreigners, especially if they start talking at the same time." Roman chuckled.
"I'll contact the villa once the preparation is done, and I'll prepare a yacht, a fairly large one."
"Alright."
Karlos and Roman returned to the house. However, before Karlos could even sit down, Larry took this moment to talk to him privately.
"Since these two already had a conversation with you, it would be unfair if I didn't have one, and I don't want to feel left out."
Karlos easily agreed to talk to Larry because he also had something to say to him, and this timing felt appropriate.
"You're probably tired of me expressing my gratitude for saving me. So here's my card. You probably know that my brother is from the Coast Guard, and I'm a police officer. I'm a police captain, and I'm still new to this job, so my rank is not that high. But I assure you that I have strong influence just like my brother, maybe even stronger in certain places. If you need help, don't hesitate to call me. You know my number." Larry was confident. With a few bribes here and there, no one would dare face him, unless they were suicidal, like the Patong family.
"Thank you, Larry. I'll keep that in mind." Karlos felt like today was full of surprises.
"Does your family know about the situation in the bay harbor?" Karlos asked, carefully choosing his words.
"What do you mean exactly?"
"Some sections of the bay harbor have become private, with big fishing vessels owning them. I wonder if you know about it? Your family was the one who initiated the Bay Harbor."
"Yes, my grandfather did a long time ago." Larry rubbed his chin.
"If you're talking about these private boats taking advantage of us, you don't have to worry, hehe. My father and the mayor of Una Town agreed to sell those sections. We actually earned a lot of money from that transaction, more than we initially expected." Larry waved his hand as if the matter were trivial.
"I-I see..." Karlos showed a forced smile because he didn't know how to respond.
The bay harbor was funded by the government (people's taxes) and should be public property for ordinary people to use, not something to be chopped up and sold...
"The mayor actually wanted to sell more sections, but my father stopped him because the people might get angry and cause a huge uproar."
After that, Karlos's private conversations with the three were done, and they continued drinking, louder and more cheerful this time.
Around 8 PM, the three men bid farewell. They were drunk, and the crew members had to help them walk since none of them could stand straight.
Larry and Marcos had a reason why they wanted to celebrate today. Their family had successfully taken revenge against the Patong family. Just like what the Patong family did to Larry, one of their sons was also thrown into the ocean. But unlike Larry, the said man didn't survive.
Now, the Patong family was livid and furious. Their decision had consequences, and the secret war between the two families was now official with no turning back.
Larry was still hiding the fact that he was alive so that the Patong family wouldn't think they had been defeated. The Araneto family was simply exacting revenge and waiting for the perfect moment to strike again.
Anyway, these things were not part of Karlos's daily life, nor did he intend to get involved.
Karlos went to the bedroom, clearly drunk. When Maya saw her husband's state, she sighed and poured water into a glass cup while shaking her head helplessly.
"Babe, I miss you." Karlos hugged Maya and kissed her sloppily. The woman slightly smiled and patted his back.
"Drink first. Your dinner is on the table. Fill your stomach, and then we can talk properly."
"Okay. Sit next to me, please."
"Of course, I'm right here."
Once Karlos was done eating, he told Maya about taking a day off next week to work for Roman. Maya was surprised when she heard that Karlos would earn 120,000 pesos for a single job. On top of that, Karlos could use the things he learned in college for this job.
"Just don't tire yourself," Maya said with concern.
Karlos checked on the twins, who were playing with their toys. Maya had set aside the golden bracelets because they were too expensive, and she feared they might get scratched.
"How's my baby girl?"
Karlos cuddled Arabella, who squealed and tried to push him away with her tiny hands. The little girl wanted to play with her dolls and didn't want interruptions.
Of course, Karlos didn't forget his son. Iñigo was silently turning a Rubik's Cube with confusion. He was interested in solving the puzzle, but he needed time and lots of patience. He was so absorbed in the Rubik's Cube that he didn't notice his father approaching until the shadow covered him.
"How are you, Iñigo? Did you miss your Papa?"
Iñigo frowned as he caught the smell of alcohol from his father. It was not pleasant at all and made him scrunch his nose.
"Bah! Smewwy!"
Karlos tried to kiss his son, but Iñigo slapped him, a soft but determined slap. The slap didn't hurt at all, Karlos still managed to kiss Iñigo's cheek. The little boy frowned in disgust and wiped his cheek with his small hands. He didn't like Karlos's smell.
"Papa, Smewwy!"
"Hehe." Karlos just chuckled. He had no idea what Iñigo was saying and thought the boy was just being playful.
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The next day, Karlos woke up with a headache. He rarely had a chance to drink wine and didn't know his tolerance.
'If it were beer, I could probably adjust faster.'
Karlos was a beer guy, although he admitted that drinking wine was not that bad, taste-wise at least. But he didn't want to experience the hangover again. Red wine had a stronger hangover than beer.
As he yawned while going to his boat, he found the old caretaker of the bay harbor slowly sweeping the ground.
"Karlos, I heard that some wealthy people talked to you yesterday. Was it perhaps..." The old caretaker didn't complete the sentence, waiting for Karlos's confirmation.
"About that, sorry old man, it seems like the Araneto family also knew about the situation in the bay harbor."
"I see... Thank you, Karlos." The old man bitterly smiled. He already had an idea of what had happened even without anyone telling him directly. He sighed, and Karlos bid farewell.
'The vice governor is different from his father. He's corrupt and greedy for power.'
The late governor was an honest man who had good intentions. Unfortunately, his successors were crooked and didn't follow his will, twisting everything for their own benefit.
The old caretaker looked at the bay harbor he had taken care of for decades. It was heartbreaking that wealthy people were slowly stealing the people's property.