I am a local in North America

Chapter 45 Two Super Luxury Cars (4700 words, please read on! Please vote!)
the next day.

After nearly five hours of sailing, the Junlin crab fishing boat finally returned to the Dutch dock.

The dock was shrouded in thick fog in the early morning, with only a few dim streetlights casting halos of light through the mist.

The dock was quiet. The reporters who had interviewed the victims and the onlookers had long since dispersed. Only fishing boats and crab boats of all sizes remained, gently rocking in their berths, the ropes rubbing against the posts and making a regular creaking sound.

A dock manager wearing a reflective vest saw the name of the crab fishing boat during the registration process, and his eyes lit up immediately. He jogged over and chatted with Mr. Su and his family for a while, asking them for details about the rescue of the Golden Crab crew.

This administrator was clearly a very competent listener.

When he heard certain things, his facial expressions were incredibly varied, and he would occasionally exclaim in surprise. In particular, when talking about the sinking of the Golden Crab, he would nervously rub his hands together.

After asking about the container, the manager also mentioned that Captain Jonathan and his crew had come ashore a few hours earlier. They met with their families at the dock and burst into tears, attracting hundreds of onlookers who congratulated them on their miraculous survival and successful rescue.

It's said that Captain Jonathan and his crew repeatedly expressed their gratitude to the King's Landing, which greatly pleased Sue's father and Bob. They all regretted returning too late to allow reporters to take photos and make the news...

It's about 4 o'clock in the morning.

Su Jierui woke up early, stretched, and felt sore all over.

He slept for a total of more than 5 hours. When he opened the cabin door, a salty sea breeze rushed in, instantly waking him up.

After everyone on the crab fishing boat tidied up briefly, Mr. Su made a phone call, and Mr. Tobyan Baldwin, the king crab buyer he had cooperated with last year, quickly arrived with several assistants.

Tobirne Baldwin was over 60 years old, with gray hair, sharp eyes, and a shrewdness typical of businessmen. He wore a thick wool coat and a plaid scarf around his neck.

After they met, the little old man grasped Mr. Su's hand, shook it vigorously, and said:
"Thank you for saving Jonathan and Hank! Actually, Hank is my relative. His wife's father and I are friends who often play cards and smoke cigars together! If it weren't for your timely rescue, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Every time this topic comes up, Mr. Su is in a good mood. The sense of accomplishment from helping others is indescribable. He laughs and replies:

"That's what we should do. I think anyone would choose to help in this situation. We're back late again this time, so we're sorry to have disturbed your rest."

Tobirne Baldwin waved his hand dismissively, saying:

"This is the kind of hard-earned money we make. The return time of the crab fishing boats is uncertain. Almost every crab fishing season, my sleep is fragmented, and I lose several pounds from exhaustion. Fortunately, this year's crab fishing season is about to end. After these busy days, I must get a good night's sleep."

Mr. Su then spoke up:
"Just like I told you on the phone before, Captain Jonathan transferred about 27500 pounds of his quota to me, so this time my hold is almost full of king crabs. Look at them, they're thriving."

"While they're still very fresh, let's hurry up and get on the boat to check them out. What's the purchase price today?"

“We cooperated last year, and I sold you the king crabs I caught. I hadn’t contacted anyone else to come and inspect the goods yet, and I contacted you as soon as we landed… I hope we can continue to cooperate happily.”

The buyer, Tobirne Baldwin, glanced subconsciously at the King's Landing crab fishing boat and clicked his tongue:
"King crabs at this time of year are not as plump and delicious as they are in November and early December. The purchase price at the docks dropped sharply recently, but it has risen slightly due to increased online sales."

"I told you it was $11.5 or $12 per pound before, and it's still the same price now. It mainly depends on freshness and quality."

"Don't worry, Captain Su, I will definitely give you the highest price. After all, you saved so many people, I dare not lower your price, otherwise I will not be able to continue doing business."

"Now that Captain Jonathan has transferred his quota to you, won't you make a fortune again this year?"

“A few days ago, many captains went out to sea specifically for the $10 reward. Unexpectedly, you went out fishing and encountered them. It is said that the rescue location was more than 100 nautical miles away from where they encountered the accident. It's simply fate…”

Not wanting to give Tobirne Baldwin a chance to lower the price, Mrs. Zhuang quickly said:

"The quota rental price we negotiated with Captain Jonathan was a bit expensive, and we also have to give them a share of the profits."

"We were delayed for a long time, so we paid the crab fishermen an additional basic wage of $200 per day and increased their profit-sharing ratio, but we didn't actually earn that much."

"I took out a large loan from the bank to buy the boat last year, and now I have to pay back a significant amount of the loan every month."

The buyer, Tobyan Baldwin, simply smiled after hearing this. Having worked in the area for two or three decades, he was incredibly experienced and could easily estimate how much the King's Landing crab fishing boat could earn this time. He then clapped his hands.
"Alright, let's hurry up. I think you've all been busy for so many days and must be tired. The sooner we finish the transaction, the sooner you can get some rest..."

Uncle Feng helped retrieve a few king crabs from the cabin.

Tobirne Baldwin put on gloves, carefully examined the king crab's vitality, plumpness, and leg injuries, then nodded and said:
"The quality is quite good, Captain Su. It seems you've done a great job with preservation. These crab legs are plump and strong, and the shells are very bright in color. This is probably the last shipment of king crabs I'll get this year... Let's just go with the $12 per pound, we'll take them all."

He had already communicated with the captains of other crab fishing boats via radio, and most of them were also buying at this price these past two days, which made Su's father quite satisfied.

After discussing it with Uncle Feng and Bob, he made a special call to Captain Jonathan to confirm that the details of the quota transfer and profit sharing were correct before agreeing to the deal.

"Then it's settled," Mr. Su breathed a sigh of relief. "This year's work is finally over."

When his parents went to negotiate the acquisition price, Su Jerry couldn't help. The subsequent unloading process was also mainly handled by Tobirn Baldwin's people.

He watched as baskets of heavy, menacing king crabs were hoisted ashore, their strong, fishy smell filling the chilly early morning air. All the hardships he had endured on the crab-fishing boat these past few days felt worthwhile at that moment.

On the deck of a crab fishing boat.

Su Jierui filmed a few minutes of video footage, then strolled over to the accompanying fisheries management inspector, pointed to the containers floating on the sea, and asked curiously:
"Excuse me, we found this container at sea. What should we do next? I mean, how do we contact the owner or insurance company? It took us a lot of effort to tow it back."

The haggard-looking supervisor was yawning as he recorded the weight of each king crab hoisted and checked the size of some smaller king crabs to ensure they met the required specifications.

Finding the goods to be quite "clean" and not finding any baby king crabs, the supervisor quickly relaxed, looking slightly annoyed. This was mainly because he had to work overtime during the holiday, and in the early hours of the morning, making it hard to be happy.

He glanced at the yellow container in the direction Su Jierui pointed, took a sip of coffee, and muttered:
"The container was cut open and inspected? The contents are valuable? According to regulations, you need to report to the Coast Guard, telling them the specific details and location of the salvaged items. They will then try to contact the owner or carrier based on the serial number on the container."

The supervisor rubbed his red eyes and continued:
“These lost containers are very troublesome to deal with, involving salvage rights, storage fees, and the possibility of them being unclaimed.”

"If the owner cannot be found in the end, or the owner abandons the claim, theoretically, after a series of legal procedures, it may be yours to handle. But to be honest, the process may be very long, and the cost of storing this big thing is not low."

"Unless the goods are valuable, the costs of towing, parking, and guarding them will be enough to make your lives miserable. I suggest you report it as soon as possible according to regulations, and then... good luck. Most people wouldn't pick them up even if they found them."

Su Jierui suddenly realized what was going on and only vaguely replied, "It looks like there are two cars inside that have been submerged in water."

He deliberately omitted the car's specific brand and model to avoid any unforeseen complications.

"Flooded car?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the supervisor's originally tired eyes.

He turned his head, took another look at the unassuming container, and said:
"That depends on the type of car. If it's a regular family car, it's definitely not worth it, but if it's... well, whatever it is, the process is as I just described."

After saying that, he shrugged. Although he was a little curious, the fatigue from working overtime eventually prevailed.

The supervisor ignored Su Jierui and turned back to recording the weights, wanting only to sell out quickly and go home to catch up on sleep.
The weighing process lasted for more than two hours. As dawn broke, the last basket of king crabs was loaded onto the old Tobien company's transport truck.

Tobirne Baldwin, holding the final calculation results, walked up to Mr. Su and handed him the receipt:
“A total of 66653 pounds, but your quota is only 65700 pounds. The extra king crabs need to be released back into the deep sea. I can help with that.”

"At $12 per pound, that's $78.84. Take a look at my tally sheet first. If it's correct, I'll notify the finance department to transfer the money before 10 a.m. today."

Upon hearing this number, Mr. Su's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of immense joy welled up within him!

He asked Grandma Zhuang for help to carefully check the documents, and soon a relieved smile appeared on his face. He said to the buyer, Tobyan Baldwin:
"The numbers are correct. It's a pleasure doing business with you!"

"Happy cooperation!"

Old Tobihn extended his hand in response:
"This batch of goods is of very good quality. I hope we can continue to cooperate next crab season!"

We chatted for a few more pleasantries; everyone was quite tired.

Soon after, the purchasing agent Tobian and his party left, leaving only the crew of the King's Landing crab fishing boat and the local fishermen who were about to set sail at the dock.

Uncle Feng and Bob looked tired, but their eyes were shining as they quickly tidied up the deck.

Old Man Su understood what they cared about most, and said with a smile:
"The money hasn't arrived yet. Everyone has worked hard this time. Let's go back to our cabins and get some sleep. After we've caught up on our sleep, we'll meet with Captain Jonathan tomorrow afternoon to settle the accounts and visit them in the hospital while we're at it."

Grandma Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief and said to Grandpa Su:
"That's great! With the money from the previous sales and other income, not only will the loan repayment pressure be much lighter this year, but we should also be able to repay a portion of the principal ahead of schedule, saving a lot of interest!"

Mr. Su patted his wife on the shoulder, his gaze lingering on the container still floating beside the dock, secured with cables.

"Where's Ari? I haven't seen him for a while. He seemed to have just gotten off the ship and was chatting with the dock manager. Could he be busy with this box?"

Grandma Zhuang raised an eyebrow and asked in return:
"Not on the ship? I thought he went to sleep."

really.

A few minutes later, everyone saw a boat coming, and Su Jerry and the dock manager were on board.

Arriving at the container, Su Jerry shouted to the people on the crab fishing boat:

"Help me untie the cable. I've rented a port crane! We can't let it float in the water forever. It's a temporary rental at this time. It only costs $500 to help us salvage it ashore!"

The dock manager was in a great mood, earning extra money through his job, an opportunity he didn't often have.

Hearing the price, Mr. Su felt a little heartache, but fortunately he had just made a big profit, so he only replied:
"Okay! Hoist it to the temporary storage area on the shore. It's a holiday these days, so the management office will definitely be empty. We'll deal with it slowly after they come back to work! You go and wait for us. We'll open the container door and take a look later!"

I gave my dad an "OK" sign.

The crabs that have entered the crab fishing boat can't escape, but Su Jierui is more concerned about the two cars in the container.

While his parents were busy selling king crabs, he chatted with the dock manager and learned that he could pay some money to help salvage the containers ashore.

There's no need to wait. The 500 yuan hoisting fee is a bit expensive, but the dock manager said he could help find a place to temporarily store the container for a small fee.

After re-tying the cables, the dock patrol boat towed the container and slowly sailed to a location convenient for hoisting.

After Su's father and the others finished tidying up, Bob, Gavin, Brother Wang and the others didn't want to take a nap, so they all ran off to unpack the container "blind boxes".

After meeting, Su Jierui smiled broadly, rubbed his face to warm it, and said:

"Based on the number on the container, the port helped me find some information. The place of shipment was San Francisco, and it was destined for Vostok, Russia."

"The cargo ship that was transporting it encountered storms three weeks ago and lost a batch of containers."

"That's good news, it means those two vehicles weren't in the sea for very long. However, seawater is quite corrosive, so it's hard to say exactly how much damage they sustained. I've already asked the dock workers to help move the containers to another location, and I've also found some lock-picking tools. Let's go check on them as soon as possible."

As they walked and talked, they hoped to get a large sum of money in compensation from the owner, or perhaps they would keep the parts, have them repaired, and then sell them online for more money.

Soon they arrived at the wet, yellow container, where the dock manager, holding hydraulic shears, was already eager to get to work.

With a "click!" sound.

The lock on the container was cut, and Gavin and Brother Wang couldn't wait to open the hatch. A smell mixed with the stench of the sea, rust, and a faint oil wafted out, and there was still some seawater at the bottom of the hatch, which gushed out with some mud and sand.

As the thick canvas was pulled back, little Gavin excitedly exclaimed:

"It really is a McLaren! The model is P1!"

The yellow and black sports car has a particularly low body and still looks cool from a distance, but upon closer inspection, you can see that the headlight housings, parts seams, and other areas are full of water stains and salt deposits.

Brother Wang continued to untie the knots and lifted another canvas, revealing the classic square front of the Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

At first, no one noticed anything amiss; they only noticed that the car behind them was a bit large. Little Wang continued walking in, asking a question:
"Huh? A pickup truck? Why are there two extra wheels on the back?"

Gavin, a car enthusiast, froze for a moment, immediately abandoning his McLaren P1 and walking away, muttering:

"Shhh! A G63-6x6? That's a legendary car! I've never seen a real one in real life, and it's been flooded too!?"

"My God! Who modified it like this! Carbon fiber, roll cage, is this for off-roading?"

"No joke, even if it's flooded now, as long as the core components aren't completely destroyed, just dismantling these modified parts and intact components would be worth more than $10! This is definitely a huge discovery!"

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After listening, Su Jierui remained silent, only taking out his phone and starting to search for the price of the G63-6x6.

When he discovered that a used car had sold for a staggering $85.9 in the first half of the year, his eyes twitched involuntarily.

In the United States, a Lamborghini Huracán starts at just over ten thousand dollars, making the price of the G63-6x6, an off-road pickup truck, truly astonishing.

That McLaren P1 is even more outrageous, with a starting price of over $110 million in the US, and potentially even higher with optional extras...

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