Golden Fishery
v2 Chapter 712: .Dead Fishing Village (2/10)
Take a yacht from St. John’s straight to the Basque Port. They departed in the morning and arrived at the port in the evening.
Matthew Jinxian arranged for a group of people to go for dinner. Qin Shiou stayed and took a photo with the dock. The media followed them in this action, so it was very convenient to take pictures.
Qin Shiou stood downstairs and took a few photos, stroked the lines of the Fengshou number above with emotion, and couldn't help but shook 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 turbulent scene that day.
"I watched the news at the time and felt unbelievable. In fact, to this day, I have respect for you, because I know that if I were in the environment at the time, I would definitely not choose to rescue a ship with unknown conditions and unknown location. Shipwreck." Hubble's voice rang from behind.
After some contact on the road, Qin Shiou felt a lot better for Hubble.
Hearing the compliment, he grinned and said: "If I were to choose again, I am afraid I would never be a hero again, but at the time, man, I knew I had to do that. And I bet that the captain was replaced by you. , 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 at all."
Hubble smiled and said: "You know what I do. I am a venture capitalist. In my life and work, I must constantly make choices in order to survive. Do you believe in supernatural power?"
Hearing the last sentence, Qin Shiou's face changed a little, but fortunately, the light was dim in the car at night. No one noticed his changes.
Hubble continued: "I think I have a power, that is to make the right choice. Many times when I invest, I don’t rely on analysis. Instead, I simply rely on feeling. The feeling you gave me at the time was that you I can win, so I bet on you."
So, Qin Shiou smiled and said thank you, but did not speak any more. He thinks it will be low-key in the future.
Basque Port attaches great importance to their group of people, and specially arranged the most distinctive hotel, inviting them to taste the port’s creamy clam soup and paper grilled lobster.
Now there is no lobster produced in the entire Gulf of St. Lawrence. The price of lobster has reached a record high in the past four or five years. It has changed from food that ordinary people disdain to high-end restaurants.
Before eating, Serge transferred two million to Qin Shiou. As the biggest casino owner in St. John's, he still has this kind of tolerance. Besides, does he dare to fall back on the bill? His creditors include a minister of state.
After the transfer, Serge didn’t feel so painful. Qin Shiou realized that he didn’t lose much money. The total was only about 400,000 yuan. The other more than 1 million yuan was from other fishermen’s money. Those guys wanted to make money. One hand, but no less money.
After dinner. The Ministry of Fisheries had another arrangement. They took a bus overnight to a strange place.
The bus drove for an hour and a half before it stopped. Qin Shiou didn't know where it was. The night was already deep, 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 coast.
There is no doubt that this is the seaside.
Finding the hotel, the fishermen who were exhausted physically and mentally went to sleep.
Qin Shiou reported to Wei Ni video that she was safe, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep, because Matthew King said that they would officially start the tour tomorrow morning.
Familiar with the ocean. Qin Shiou slept especially sweetly in the sound of the waves hitting the shore. When someone patted the door, he opened his eyes and saw that it was five o'clock. It seemed that the visit was about to begin.
After washing, Qin Shiou walked out of the hotel. When he looked outside, he was a little stunned, what is this place? Isn't it too deserted?
Not far from the hotel is the beach. The quality of this beach is not good. There are a lot of gravel on it, but extending to both sides, the beach quickly disappeared and replaced with steep cliffs. The waves roared and beat on it, exuding a sense of decadence and fierceness.
Scattered houses are built in this area, most of them are square or two-story small buildings. The tallest is their hotel, which has three and a half floors, but only the first and second floors are hotels, and the third floor is above. Made a warehouse.
There are few new houses among these houses, and most of them are old mottled houses, but the streets are still quite wide, but few cars drive past. Qin Shiou took a look, only to see the dilapidated and old pickup truck in front of a few houses.
The morning sun is rising, and some people have come out to work. Some women are drying the dried fish at the door of their homes. There are economic fish such as haddock, pollock, black cod, cod, thick-lipped mullet, and more small mackerel. , Herring and other worthless fish species.
Looking into the sea, a dilapidated and old wooden pier extends into the ocean. Small boats are tied to the pier and rippling with the waves, and some boats are buckled and overturned on the beach, revealing mottled and dilapidated. Bottom of the ship.
Qin Shiou looked at this place, and an aura of ruin came on him, making him vaguely feel like he had just arrived on the farewell island.
In fact, even when he first arrived on Farewell Island, the situation in the town was better than here. At least there are supermarkets, bars, and fishing boats in the town, but now there is nothing here.
is like a dead fishing village, where there is no vitality.
Donald Brown walked to Qin Shiou's side and laughed twice, and said, "It's miserable, isn't it? You must not have imagined where this is."
"Where is this?" Qin Shiou asked subconsciously. Donald is a part-time fisherman. He only has a small fishery. 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 Nalibei Port. Yes, unbelievable. It used to be a port. Now, more people call it Nalibei Fishing Village."
"Queen Nalibei Fishing Village!" The hotel proprietress who was about to go out stubbornly corrected Donald's words.
Donald smiled and nodded: "Yes, Queen Naribe Fishing Village."
The owner of the hostel, a sixty-five-year-old bald white man, served as the tour guide for their visit. First, he took them around this dilapidated small fishing village. They introduced a lot of information on the road, which is incredible. Information.
Naribe Queen Port appeared at the end of the nineteenth century and prospered after World War II. It was once the best place to catch cod and crabs in the Gulf of St. Lawrence.
At that time, the port town was constantly trafficked by boats and people. According to the introduction of the bald boss, in the mid-70s at its peak, the town had a resident population of more than 1,000 people and more than 200 houses.
Unfortunately, because of frantic fishing, the cod fish here quickly declined until now it is extinct. (To be continued~^~)