Golden Fishery

From St. Johns to the Basque Harbor by yacht, they set off in the morning, and it was already evening when they arrived at the port.

Matthew Jin first arranged for a group of people to have dinner, and Qin Shiou stayed and took a photo with the pier. The media followed their action, so it was very convenient to take pictures.

Qin Shiou stood downstairs at the small gate and took a few photos, touching the lines of the Harvest with emotion, and couldn't help shaking his head.

It is said that it is easy to recall the old days when people are old, but Qin Shiou looked at the gatehouse at this moment, but couldn't help but think of the stormy scene that day.

"I watched the news at the time and felt unbelievable. In fact, until today, I have respect for you, because I know that if I were in the environment at that time, I would definitely not choose to rescue a ship whose situation is unknown and whose location is unknown. The sunken ship." Hubble's voice sounded from behind.

After some contacts on the road, Qin Shiou felt much better about Hubble.

Hearing the praise, he grinned and said, "If I had to choose again, I'm afraid I wouldn't be a hero again, but at the time, man, I knew I had to do that. And I bet that when the captain changed to you , you will also choose to take risks!"

After the photo was taken, Qin Shiou and Hubble got into the car. On the way, he asked strangely: "You actually bought me one hundred thousand yuan? Why? At that time, it seemed that I had no chance of winning."

Hubble laughed and said, "You know what I do. I'm a venture capitalist. In life and work, I have to make constant choices in order to maintain my life. Do you believe in supernatural powers?"

Hearing the last sentence, Qin Shiou's face changed a little. Fortunately, the light in the car was dim at night, so no one noticed his change.

Hubble continued: "I think I have a special ability, that is, to make the right choice. Many times I invest, I don't rely on analysis, but simply rely on feeling. The feeling you gave me at that time was that you Can win, so I bet on you."

So that's the case, Qin Shiou smiled and said thank you and didn't say anything else, he felt that he should keep a low profile in the future.

The Port of Basques attaches great importance to their group, and specially arranged the most distinctive hotel, inviting them to taste the port's creamy clam soup and grilled lobster on paper.

Now there are no lobsters in the entire Gulf of St. Lawrence, and the price of lobsters has reached a record high in the past four or five years. It has changed from a food that ordinary people disdain to eat to a special delicacy in high-end restaurants.

Before eating, Serge transferred 2 million to Qin Shiou. As the biggest casino owner in St. Johns, he still has this kind of tolerance, not to mention how dare he renege on his debt? His creditors included a minister of state.

After the money transfer, Serge didn't feel any pain. Qin Shiou realized during the meal that he didn't lose much money, only about 400,000 yuan in total, and the other one million yuan was money from other fishery owners. One hand, but not less money.

After dinner, the Ministry of Fisheries made other arrangements, and they took a bus overnight to a strange place.

The bus drove for an hour and a half before stopping, and Qin Shiou didn't know where it was going. The night was already very dark, and he looked around, he could see the waves reflecting the cold moonlight, and he could hear the familiar roar of the waves hitting the shore.

There is no doubt that this is the sea.

After finding the hotel, the fishermen, who were exhausted physically and mentally, washed up and went to sleep.

Qin Shiou reported Wei Ni's safety in the video, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep, because Matthew Jin said that they would officially start the visit early tomorrow morning.

Familiar with the ocean, Qin Shiou slept soundly to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. When someone knocked on the door, he opened his eyes and saw that it was five o'clock. It seemed that the visit was about to start.

After washing up, Qin Shiou walked out of the hotel, he was a little taken aback when he looked outside, what kind of place is this? Is it too barren?

Not far from the hotel is the beach, the quality of this beach is not good,

There are a lot of gravel on it, and extending to both sides, the beach quickly disappears and is replaced by a small steep cliff. The waves roared and beat on it, exuding a decadent and fierce feeling.

Scattered houses are built in this area, most of which are only square or two-story buildings. The tallest is their hotel, which has three and a half floors, but only the first and second floors are hotels. Made a warehouse.

There are few new houses among these houses, and most of them are mottled old houses. However, the streets are still quite wide, but few cars drive past them. Qin Shiou took a look, and only saw dilapidated pickup trucks in front of a few houses.

As the sun rises, people come out to work, and some women are drying dried fish in front of their homes. There are economic fish such as haddock, pollock, black cod, whiting, thick-lipped mullet, and more small mackerel. , herring and other worthless fish species.

Looking into the sea, a dilapidated old wooden pier extends into the ocean. Small boats are tied to the pier and rippling with the sea waves. the bottom of the boat.

Qin Shiou looked at this place, and a dilapidated atmosphere came over his face, making him vaguely feel like he had just arrived at Farewell Island.

In fact, even when he first arrived at Farewell Island, the town was better than here. At least there were supermarkets, bars, and fishing boats going out to sea, but now there was nothing here.

It's like a dead fishing village, there is no vitality here.

Donald Brown walked up to Qin Shiou and laughed dryly, "It's pretty miserable, isn't it? You can't imagine where this is."

"Where is this?" Qin Shiou asked subconsciously. Donald is a part-time fish farm owner. He only has a small fish farm. He comes back to manage it on weekends and holidays. He usually sells insurance in the Basque port, so he is naturally familiar with this port.

Donald sighed and said, "This is called Queen Nalibe Harbor. Yes, it's unbelievable. It used to be a port. Now, more people call it Nalibe Fishing Village."

"Queen Nalibe Fishing Village!" The hotel proprietress who was about to leave stubbornly corrected Donald's words.

Donald smiled and nodded, "Yes, Queen Nalibe Fishing Village."

The owner of the hotel, a sixty-five-year-old bald white man, acted as their tour guide for this visit. He took them for a walk around this dilapidated small fishing village, and introduced them a lot of information along the way, which was unbelievable information.

Port Queen Nalibe appeared at the end of the nineteenth century and flourished after World War II. It used to be the best place to catch cod and crab in the Gulf of St. Lawrence.

At that time, boats came and went, and people came and went in and out of this port town. According to the bald boss, at its peak in the mid-1970s, the town had a permanent population of more than 1,000 people and more than 200 houses.

Unfortunately, because of crazy fishing, the cod here has rapidly decreased until it is now extinct. R1152

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