Black sails

Chapter 315 CCCXIV. Fishing Flood

January 25th.

The main ethnic group is not the Isu people, an enclave of a country in the southern continent, Kelsuna Island.

It was already evening, the setting sun was like blood, and the water was sparkling.

Since Iron Soul Island is open to the outside world, it has become a popular transit island in Tianguo Port. After the annual holiday, everything has returned to normal, and there is an endless stream of ships.

Many Yisu people have also left their homes and are planning to set off from here to see the situation in the New World. They do not expect to find mineral veins and become rich. Even if they find some sand gold and valuable cultural artifacts, they can only live with a few golden dragons. enough.

Even in the dusk, people were coming and going on the pier at the pier, and the good-looking Yis people with animal ears and tails and hair of different colors boarded the passenger ships one after another and embarked on their journey.

The regional chief of staff of the Thieves Guild, following Diaz's order, delivered the stone tablet to Black Sail here without waiting until it was overdue.

He has been waiting here with a few good hands for a whole day, from early morning until now.

The backbone of Black Sail, and now even the one-eyed dragon in their fleet, the bald man with tattoos, are all people with mug shots.

With the eyes of thieves, they can be recognized immediately as soon as they arrive at the dock.

"They have no intention of handing over."

One of the thieves had been impatient for a long time and was pacing in place.

"Can you stop fucking? You've traveled at least 30,000 miles today."

Another thief complained, because this tiger man loved smoking, and he kept smoking while waiting, and the trajectory of the cigarette butts on the ground was turned out of a Möbius strip.

The regional chief of staff spoke and told them to be quiet. The mission was within the 25th, and it was not yet midnight, so they had to wait until then.

Night falls.

There was no one on the pier anymore, only the flower boats entertaining customers and the shabby prostitutes coming and going.

The regional chief of staff lamented that the times have changed and a new industry has emerged. These people really have a business mindset.

Flower boats are very common, as are mobile brothels on the sea, where there are more people.

And now these rivals have invented a new business model called "escort travel."

That is to say, hire a high-quality prostitute with both virtues and skills and some degree of education on the flower boat to accompany you on a journey to the New World, from Kelsuna Island to the New World. Not only is the job good, but there is also culture. Who doesn't love this among intellectuals? , both body and soul blossom.

Brother Fu didn't go to Iron Soul Island to find money, he just went to play.

People nowadays are so sophisticated. I don’t know if you can make money from gold mining, but you can certainly make money from gold diggers.

The chief of staff looked at his watch. It was past twelve o'clock.

"Awesome, you are really talented. Let's go, spend the night on the boat, have a good rest, finish the prostitution, and leave. Tomorrow, we will send the letter about the failed delivery back to the guild headquarters, and immediately begin to comprehensively slander Li Site and impose financial sanctions on Black Sail. , and also wrote a letter to Dollinger, he will not turn against us for the sake of a pirate."

The chief of staff said calmly.

"Awesome."

A thief didn't know what to say. He didn't know what Li Site was carrying, and Diaz was a little confused.

January 26th.

One of the four fishing islands in the East China Sea.

Because it is close to the intersection of ocean currents, the fishing industry is booming. Both foreign fishing boats and local fishermen make a living by relying on the abundant fish nearby and the high-priced seafood that can only be produced in the East China Sea.

But it's been rough lately.

When fishing at sea, there are strict regulations on the number of fishing nets, that is, the size of the mesh. If the number of meshes in your net is too large and the mesh size is small, some fish that are under the specified size will be caught and killed, which will be harmful to the ecology of the entire fishery.

All are regulated by local fisheries associations.

Wen Kui's Suppression Pirate Group doesn't care what association you have.

It is said that Black Sail Trading Company is now preparing to take over the fishing ground and is willing to sell seafood through Black Sail channels. There will be no limit on the number of trawl nets used for fishing.

If someone from the association comes to you, we will help you settle the matter.

In the beginning, no one dared to mess with the association.

But after some brave people took the lead, and Wen Kui was in charge, they got out of hand.

According to Fen, we should not take action against local fishermen, but we should also try our best to win over people's hearts and become a dealer of large fishing boats.

Fen is not interested in the so-called selling fish. He usually only plays short-term and fast, but it can be magnified to the profit of the entire East China Sea fishery. After calculation, it is more profitable than selling hallucinogens.

Dollinger's biggest source of income is, first, selling stolen goods, second, fishing grounds, third, hallucinogens, and fourth, wholesale necessities.

Other scattered industries are not included, such as real estate such as Huachuan Casino, and labor fees for working as a middleman for people.

He can indeed be called the uncrowned king. Even without the founding of the country, everyone in the East China Sea is paying taxes to him in disguise.

For various reasons, the strong man Dollinger, who wanted to go ashore, cut off his wrist and directly chopped off the largest head of the stolen goods.

Fen, however, used the 20,000 gold dragons allocated by the board of directors to destroy everything.

As the main force, Wen Kui went on a killing spree in this fishing ground, and the pirate groups that continued to come to support him had completely shut down the local fishery association.

The so-called fishery association, to put it bluntly, is Dollinger's local thugs, acting as a mutant government and the top local management.

This fishery island is quite prosperous, and the scale of its buildings is no less than that of a small inland city.

The fishery association is located in a luxurious and relaxing manor.

It's a pity that there are corpses scattered on the ground, which is too horrible to look at.

Wenkui and other pirates from the Far East Islands are ruthless, and there are even some bloodthirsty barbarians who eat living people.

As one of the two well-known professional competition groups in the Pirate Nest, it can be regarded as reaching the peak of the current season. Coupled with Black Sail's additional funds, there are many pirate groups to assist him.

The fishing ground was quickly captured. The local fishermen ate their pots of slurry and welcomed Master Wang.

Although Qili had warned him not to create extraneous problems, if he wanted to cause destruction, he would just destroy it. It would be best if he could directly turn the local association into his side under the threat of force.

But Wen Kui was a rough man, so he just did it. There were so many fights, and if all the people in the association were killed, it would be fine.

Inside the association's estate.

Wen Kui was covered in blood, and Zhenlang's backbone also killed the last wave of "sheriffs" from the association who came back from the sea to help.

The originally green lawns and clear fountains were dyed bright red.

Wenkui wasn't just acting on his own initiative, because the people in these associations were so damn hateful.

On the surface, it is said that the number of fishing nets is limited, and there is a fishing ban period, which regulates the catch and only allows local fishermen to make ends meet. However, it is a bit difficult to make ends meet.

In fact, the association's own people have more fishing nets than the people who have fucked them.

The corpses in the manor were all fishing boat crew members who caught fish at night, and the weapons dropped on the ground were all squid-killing knives.

Go out to sea at night, use fluorite lights to attract squid seafood, and fish like crazy. One net can weigh one or two hundred pounds.

After making so much money, how many times have you used the Internet?

It seems that everyone on the island is making money in the fishery, but in fact, even the fishing grounds are a bit shaky, and they are all fished out by people from the association.

In this way, as a tax collector, Dollinger can not only pay taxes to other countries on a regular basis every month, but he can also make a lot of money himself.

After almost killing everyone, Wen Kui wiped the blood of the lancet on his clothes and entered the building.

The president of the association hid in an office and locked the door.

Wen Kui kicked him away.

The president held a firecracker and rendered Wenkui speechless.

"You're fucking cheating, aren't you? Isn't this bullying an honest person?"

Wen Kui waved his knife, and he didn't know whether he should kill this man or not.

The president's legs were trembling, his whole body was in a state of stress, and he subconsciously pulled the trigger of the gun.

boom!

Wenkui blocked the projectile with a knife.

The following men were holding short knives, and they rushed forward and stabbed him to death. The blood flowed out like a sieve.