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They took a yacht from St. John's directly to the Port of the Basque Country. They set off in the morning and arrived at the port in the evening.
Matthew Jin first arranged for a group of people to go to have dinner. Qin Shiou stayed and took a photo with the dock. There were media following their move, so it was very convenient to take photos.
Qin Shiou stood downstairs at the small gate and took a few photos. He touched the lines of the harvest number on it with emotion and couldn't help but shake his head.
It is said that it is easier for people to recall the past when they are old, but Qin Shiou looked at the gate tower at this moment, but he couldn't help but think of the stormy scene that day.
"I was watching the news and felt unbelievable. In fact, to this day, I still respect you because I know that if I were in the circumstances at that time, I would never choose to rescue a ship with unknown conditions and unknown locations. The shipwreck." Hubble's voice sounded from behind.
After some contacts on the road, Qin Shiou felt much better about Hubble.
Hearing the compliment, he grinned and said: "If I had to choose again, I'm afraid I wouldn't be a hero again, but at that time, man, I knew I had to do it. And I bet that if the captain was replaced by you at that time, , you will also choose to take risks!¡±
After taking the photo, Qin Shiou and Hubble got into the car. On the way, he asked strangely: "You actually bought me 100,000 yuan? Why? At that time, it seemed that I had no chance of winning."
Hubble smiled and said: "You know what I do, I am a venture capital investor. In life and work, I have to constantly make choices in order to maintain my life. Do you believe in supernatural powers?"
Hearing the last sentence, Qin Shiou's expression changed a little. Fortunately, the light in the car was dim at night and no one noticed his change.
Hubble continued: "I think I have a special ability, and that is to make the right choice. Many times when investing, I do not rely on analysis, but simply rely on feeling. The feeling you gave me at that time was that you You can win, so I¡¯ll bet on you.¡±
So it turned out that Qin Shiou smiled and said thank you and said nothing more. He thought it would be better to keep a low profile in the future.
The Port of the Basque Country attaches great importance to this group of people, and specially arranged a most unique hotel to treat them to the port's creamy clam soup and grilled lobster on paper.
Now there are no lobsters produced in the entire Gulf of St. Lawrence. 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 specific delicacy in high-end restaurants.
Before eating, Serge transferred two million to Qin Shiou. As the largest casino owner in St. John's, he still has this kind of magnanimity. What's more, does he dare to default? His creditors include a state minister.
Serge didn't feel any pain after transferring the money. During the meal, Qin Shiou learned that he didn't lose much money, only about 400,000 in total. The other more than 1 million was the money of other fishery owners, and those guys wanted to make money. A handful, but no less money invested.
After dinner, the Fisheries Department had 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 he was. The night was already very dark. He looked around and could see the waves reflecting the cold moonlight, and could hear the familiar roar of the waves hitting the shore.
??There is no doubt that this is the seaside.
After finding the hotel, the fishery owners, who were exhausted both physically and mentally, went to sleep.
Qin Shiou reported to Wei Ni that he was safe, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep, because Matthew Jin said that they would officially start the tour early tomorrow morning.
After getting familiar with the ocean, Qin Shiou slept particularly soundly amidst the sound of waves lapping 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 tour was about to begin.
After washing up, Qin Shiou walked out of the hotel. When he looked outside, he was a little stunned. Where is this place? Isn¡¯t it too deserted?
Not far from the hotel is the beach. The quality of this beach is not good, with a lot of gravel on it. As it extends to both sides, the beach quickly disappears and is replaced by a steep cliff. The waves roared and crashed on it, exuding a sense of decadence and ferocity.
Scattered houses are built in this area, most of them are just square meters or two-story buildings. The tallest one is their hotel, which has three and a half floors, but only the first and second floors are hotels, and the third floor and above are Made a warehouse.
There are few new houses among these houses, and most of them are old houses with variegated textures. However, the streets are still quite wide, but few cars drive by. Qin Shiou looked around and saw only dilapidated pickup trucks in front of a few houses.
As the sun rises, some people go out to work, and some women sunbathe in front of their homes.Dried fish contains economical fish such as haddock, pollock, black cod, whiting, and thick-lipped mullet, as well as more valuable fish species such as small mackerel and herring.
Looking into the sea, a dilapidated wooden pier extends into the ocean. Small boats are tied to the pier and rippling with the waves. Some boats are overturned on the beach, revealing the mottled and dilapidated buildings. Bottom of the boat.
Qin Shiou looked at this place, and a dilapidated atmosphere came to him, giving him a vague feeling like when he just arrived at Farewell Island.
In fact, even when he first arrived at Farewell Island, the situation in the town was better than here. At least the town still had supermarkets, bars, and fishing boats constantly going out to sea, but now there is nothing here.
It¡¯s like a dead fishing village, there is no life and vitality here.
Donald Brown walked up to Qin Shiou, laughed twice, and said, "It's quite miserable, isn't it? You can't imagine where this is."
"Where is this?" Qin Shiou asked subconsciously. Donald is a part-time fishery owner. He only has a small fishery. He comes back to manage it on weekends and holidays. He usually sells insurance in the Port of Basque Country, so he is naturally familiar with this port.
Donald sighed and said: "This is called Queen Nalib¨¦ Port. Yes, it's unbelievable. This was once a port. Now, more people call it Nalib¨¦ Fishing Village."
"Queen Naribe Fishing Village!" The hotel proprietress who was about to go out stubbornly corrected Donald.
Donald smiled and nodded: "Yes, Queen Nalib¨¦ Fishing Village."
The hotel owner, a sixty-five-year-old bald white man, served as their tour guide. He first took them around this dilapidated fishing village and introduced them to a lot of information on the way. It was incredible. information.
Queen Naribe Harbor appeared at the end of the 19th century and flourished after World War II. It was once the best place to catch cod and crabs in the Gulf of St. Lawrence.
At that time, this port town was constantly busy with ships and people coming in and out. 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, due to crazy fishing, the cod here has rapidly declined until it is now extinct. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com