Bailey looked at the number of visitors on Silver Island—there must've been at least eight hundred if not a thousand—and thought to himself before saying seriously, "They're making more money in a day than robbing a bank!"
"Let's go check out other places. I still need to take more photos and just act like a normal tourist," Allen Zhang cautioned, and then he and Old Jack headed to another rainforest area.
As soon as they arrived, they saw the Gewu Guerrilla's tents, several jolly Cubans were sitting there drinking coffee, and a German man in a suit and mustache was keeping accounts in a notebook, with people lining up to exchange their silver coins for cash. Each person's face was brimming with the joy of getting something for nothing.
Allen gestured for Bailey to go over and chat with them. Bailey approached a middle-aged couple and asked about their finds.
