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    The leatherback turtles are back, so is summer still far behind?

    Qin Shiou thought optimistically, turned around, hugged Wei Ni and stroked her smooth skin, and the beautiful night began.

    May Day is International Labor Day, but it has nothing to do with Canada.

    Canada¡¯s Labor Day is not on May 1st, but on the first Monday in September every year. Labor Day in the United States is also on this day.

    In the morning, after Qin Shiou came back from his morning run, he turned on the TV and watched the news. He wanted to learn from Wei Ni and get in touch with the outside world through the news. He could not always live in his own small fishing ground.

    As a fishery owner who didn¡¯t even know the country¡¯s Minister of Fisheries, Qin Shiou felt that he needed to reflect. He had lived in the fishery for the past year, nominally saying that he was enjoying life, but in fact he had closed off his social contacts.

    But the morning news was boring. It bothered to introduce Labor Day there. It turned out that some employees in Toronto held a demonstration and demanded that Canada also implement the rule of celebrating Labor Day on May 1st.

    Qin Shiou thought it was puzzling at first that it made any difference whether Labor Day was celebrated on which day, and it was not Christmas.

    ??Looking down, he understood that most people in Canada are immigrants. The countries they used to live in celebrated Labor Day on May Day, so Labor Day is a day off. They can take the opportunity to go back to their hometown to visit relatives or pick up relatives and friends from their hometown for reunions.

    But now Canada¡¯s Labor Day holiday is different from that in most countries. Many people don¡¯t have the same holiday as their friends and relatives, so naturally they can¡¯t get together.

    Canada is a young country, and many holidays were gradually formed later, but Labor Day appeared earlier, born in 1894. This holiday was indeed fought for by the workers themselves.

    Back in 1872, printers in Toronto went on strike, hoping to work a 54-hour week.  At that time, according to the order of the Governor General of Canada, any union organization was considered illegal, and union organizers were imprisoned.

    This sparked outrage among workers, and more than 10,000 workers staged demonstrations, forcing then Prime Minister John A. Macdonald to repeal anti-union laws and release union organizers.

    The workers¡¯ struggle was not over. They held a second general strike and demanded the adoption of a nine-hour working day. The government firmly disagreed, so the workers fought resolutely.  The fight lasted for a long time and eventually turned into an annual movement.

    In 1894, Canada¡¯s then Prime Minister John Thompson simply designated the first Monday in September as Labor Day, because workers would hold demonstrations on this day every year for many years.

    After learning some secret stories about Canada¡¯s Labor Day and International Labor Day, Qin Shiou turned off the TV decisively. He understood Canada better. However, this seemed to be of no use. He still didn¡¯t know who the deputy minister of fisheries was.

    According to the agreed time, the catch will be produced in May. Butler gives him a result. If Butler is willing to be a channel dealer, then Qin Shiou will handle the catch to him. If he is not willing, then he will get the catch from the seafood market in St. Johns.  Start expanding.

    In the morning, Qin Shiou was eating fruit and watching NBA replays when the tiger and leopard outside the door suddenly roared.

    He thought it was Butler who was here, but when he went out, he saw a few unknown white men standing outside the gate. They had good temperaments and didn't look like salesmen or anything like that.

    After blowing a whistle, the tiger and the leopard closed their mouths and ran behind him with their tails wagging. Qin Shiou walked up to him and asked, "Hi, gentlemen, who are you?"

    The leading middle-aged white man extended his hand enthusiastically and asked: "Hello, we are from the Netherlands and are staff of the Van Gogh Museum. Are you Mr. Qin?"

    "Yes." Qin Shiou shook hands with him, wondering why the people from the Van Gogh Museum were looking for him.

    However, out of politeness, he brought the group of four into the villa and served them coffee.

    The leading white man introduced himself: "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Qin. I am Drabody-Young Buck, the director of the Van Gogh Museum. These are my colleagues. We have come to visit you specially."

    Qin Shiou was confused, so he introduced himself, and then asked what the purpose of these people was.

    Buck did not answer his question directly, but praised his fishing ground. Qin Shiou smiled bitterly. Could it be that the people at the Van Gogh Museum wanted to make a painting based on his fishing ground?  That's okay. Once the painting is done, he can spend money to buy it. He can also frame it and hang it on the wall to show off.

    The Dutch walked around in circles, and Qin Shiou followed suit. This was his home anyway, and he had plenty of time.

    From fishing grounds to sports, from food to customs, these Dutch people still didn¡¯t get to the point.

      Qin Shiou became a little impatient later, and Buck finally got to the point and asked: "Mr. Qin, do you have a painting by Mr. Van Gogh? "Sunset at Montmartre"?"

    Upon hearing this, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in Qin Shiou's mind. He suddenly remembered that Little Blake seemed to have told him before that the Van Gogh Museum in the Netherlands had sent people to contact him, hoping that they would transfer Van Gogh's paintings to the museum.  Donating to a museum means that the item returns to its original owner.

    Qin Shiou didn't take it to heart at the time, but now that he saw these people, he suddenly thought about it and asked subconsciously: "I do have this painting, but you are not planning to persuade me to donate this painting to you, are you?  "

    Buck smiled and said: "No, how could it be? That painting is yours now, how can we let you donate it to the museum for free? That's right, we want to buy that painting, and the price is negotiable."

    Qin Shiou was a little embarrassed. He was here to buy a painting, but he had already agreed to sell the painting to Afef, and the transaction had already reached the payment stage. It seemed like it wouldn't be a good idea to get the painting back, right?

    Seeing that Qin Shiou was silent, Buck thought he was waiting for his quotation, so he said: "Mr. Qin, could you please quote the price? If so, we would like to take back the painting."

    Qin Shiou had no choice but to ask: "How much do you plan to pay?"

    Buck said tactfully: "Our museum is mainly a public welfare museum, so it is not very profitable and has insufficient funds - what do you think of five million Canadian dollars?"

    Qin Shiou blinked stupidly and asked, "How much did you say? Five million? Or Canadian dollars?"

    Buck smiled and said: "Yes, this is the most funds we can use. I know this price is not very reasonable, but I hope you can make some contributions to public welfare, send "Sunset at Montmajour" home, and let more  People can see Mr. Van Gogh¡¯s great creations.¡±

    Qin Shiou was a little speechless. I am a layman and you do charity work with me?  If it's really for charity, I'll do it too. Donating money is no problem, but if you want me to sell you an oil painting worth 50 million US dollars for 5 million Canadian dollars, is that a bit disrespectful to me?

    On the contrary, Qin Shiou felt that Little Blake was in a better situation at that time. He would rather these people did not ask for an offer, but directly said that he wanted to donate the painting for the sake of sentiment. With this offer, sentiment and profit were gone  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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