Our neighborhood has been transported again.

Chapter 341 Changes in Altitude
The wooden boat placed on the ground in the community is like an exhibit, left there for residents to look at as they pass by.

"Mr. Huang, you're promoting your ship again," someone who knew Huang Tao joked with a smile.

"Doing business, huh? Do you want to?" Huang Tao smiled nonchalantly and instead tried to sell it to him.

"I can't afford it, it's too expensive. I'll take the big ship instead." The man waved his hand.

Many residents who were passing by came over to take a look, but in the end, they mostly just glanced at it, asked about the price, and then left.

"Brother Huang, I think the price is still too high," a young man following behind Huang Tao said in a low voice.

Huang Tao said with a smile, "The cost is what it is, so the price can't be much cheaper. I don't think the problem with the product is that we're not selling it. It's that we're selling it in the wrong direction."

He turned his head to look in the direction of Building 8, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

Most of these ordinary residents have limited assets and are unable to afford to buy them. Moreover, with a new map, the usefulness of these ships would be greatly reduced.

On the one hand, ships can sail on water, but if they cross into an environment without water, they can only be left at home to gather dust.

On the other hand, it's also because not every map is so close to water.

Just a short walk from the residential area, you can reach the beach.

If the water source is far away, the daily transport alone would be a huge problem, and it would also be easily damaged if left in the wild.

In conclusion, Huang Tao felt that finding an ordinary buyer wouldn't work; he should find a suitable large buyer.

The Tongmenghui (Chinese Revolutionary Alliance) in the neighborhood is no longer viable.

Over time, most of the members of the Tongmenghui (Revolutionary Alliance) left, leaving only two or three hundred people.

Many of these people are core members whose interests are tied to the Tongmenghui.

Therefore, Qin Meng is the right buyer.

Huang Tao spotted a passerby, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over to greet him, "Old Zheng, Old Zheng."

Zheng Yuan stopped in his tracks. His beard had grown even thicker. He wore a straw hat woven from tree branches, a tailored beige short jacket, sandals, and wide-legged trousers. He carried a large bucket in his left hand and a steel fork in his right. Five or six men dressed similarly followed behind him.

"Old Huang, what's wrong?"

Huang Tao explained his purpose for coming.

Zheng Yuan was taken aback, then his gaze fell on what was behind him. "You want to sell the ship to Qin Meng?"

Zheng Yuan's expression was strange. Qin Meng had its own shipyard, so why would it buy your ships?

Isn't this ridiculous?

He immediately waved his hand, "It's no use coming to me. I'm just the captain of a hunting team. You need to talk to Chairman Qin about this important matter."

"I can't see him." Huang Tao smiled bitterly.

Qin Ziwen has hardly shown his face in public recently, and there's no chance to find out his whereabouts. Instead, the person being asked looks wary, as if he wants to know what he's up to.

Thinking about this, Huang Tao felt a mix of emotions.

They don't know when it started, but the distance between them and Chairman Qin has grown further and further. In the past, they could still meet because of some past ties.

Now, appointments are the only option, and even the specific date for a meeting can only be vaguely answered – “There are so many people who want to see Chairman Qin every day. If he could see everyone, how could he possibly manage? Besides, you're not even a member of our Qin Alliance. Go back and wait for news.” Zheng Yuan was taken aback upon hearing this, remained silent for a while, and then said, “Then there’s nothing I can do. But I heard that the head steward is in charge of everything in the Qin Alliance now. You should be able to find Steward Jia.”

Half an hour later, Huang Tao looked at Zhang Bo sitting in front of him, and they remained silent.

"why you."

"Why can't it be me!" Zhang Bo laughed irritably. "What's wrong with me? Am I not worthy to see you?"

"No." Huang Tao said helplessly. He asked someone to see Manager Jia, but in the end he didn't even get to see Manager Jia. He only met his former colleague who had left the Tongmenghui a week ago to join.

Ever since the Alliance started losing members on a large scale, this guy stopped pretending and, carrying a bucket, happily ran to the other side, even poaching a group of tech families before he left.

I heard that because of his smooth interpersonal skills, he is now working as an errand boy for that Steward Jia, handling various miscellaneous tasks.

So, this matter of mine is being categorized as "miscellaneous matters"?
Zhang Bo said, "Lord Jia is also busy. There are big moves in the alliance. You know that the 'trading life for death' has been making a lot of noise recently. The chairman only points out the general direction, and Lord Jia is responsible for the specific details. An old man with gray hair is so busy every day that he doesn't have time to talk about your small cooperation."

Huang Tao remained silent. Was the business he had built up with such fervor merely a small collaboration in the eyes of others?

The complex contrast made him truly feel an indescribable emotion.

Taking a deep breath and calming himself, Huang Tao asked, "Can you make that decision?"

"Yes, it's possible." Zhang Bo nodded, "but it's absolutely not possible based on your conditions."

Huang Tao's eyes flickered. Business is all about negotiation; there's no such thing as a deal that can be settled in one go.

For a time, he went door-to-door selling health products, and sometimes people would chase him away with brooms, but that was nothing!

Thinking of this, Huang Tao secretly cheered himself up: It's okay, I will definitely succeed.

Zhang Bo's voice continued from the other end, "We only have one condition: you can agree to it or not, it doesn't matter. We won't buy your small boats; there's no need, they're too small and a waste of resources."

"If we had our own shipyards, we could build a dozen ships a day and put them to sea, but that would be a waste of time and energy. You might not know this, but our Qin Alliance currently has two shipyards. The other one is already under construction, and it's full of merfolk craftsmen. You know merfolk, right? They're those short, thin alien races that are actually incredibly strong. The craftsmen there are extremely skilled; they're all highly experienced workers."

Zhang Bo looked at Huang Tao with a hint of pity in his eyes.

It would be one thing if it were another industry, but it just so happens that it's Qin Meng's recently booming shipyard industry.

“If you’re not buying, then what are you?” Huang Tao murmured.

"rent!"

Zhang Bo provided the answer.

Huang Tao's heart sank upon hearing this.

Zhang Bo continued, "We can rent to you through a cooperative arrangement. You can rent your boats to Qinmeng in the nearshore waters around the community, and we will lease the small boats from you on a contract basis. If the boats are damaged during the lease term, we will compensate you if it is due to operational reasons, and you will be responsible if it is due to quality issues."

Huang Tao's cheek twitched slightly. "If I rent it out, I might not even be able to cover my costs."

Zhang Bo chuckled and reassured him, "Why can't you break even? You still have these boats in your own hands, making pure profit from rental fees! You're making a killing! If you need boats for later maps, you can lease them again. It's not a one-off deal. Besides, when everyone's conditions improve, maybe more people will buy boats. What do you think?"

I said? I said, you grandma's a piece of cake!

(End of this chapter)