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Pete's mouth dropped open. He looked at the guns, then at the boss, feeling completely bewildered.

He knew his boss was rich, but he didn't expect him to spend money like this.

Bob, the gun shop owner, froze in his smile.

He looked at the young Asian man with sharp eyes, trying to see if the man was joking.

After confirming that the other person wasn't joking, his facial muscles twitched, and then he laughed, ten times more sincerely than before.

"Haha, great! Excellent! I love clients like you!"

Bob was delighted and said, then he picked up a pen and paper and began to calculate, "Hmm... the Glock 19, the P226, and the 92FS, those three pistols together cost four thousand five hundred Canadian dollars. The WK180-C rifle costs two thousand dollars, the Remington 700 with a scope costs eighteen thousand dollars, the Mossberg 500 shotgun costs seven hundred dollars, oh, and this Benelli M4 costs three thousand dollars."

He paused, looked up, and asked:

"What about ammunition? How many rounds for each type of gun?"

"Give me 5,000 rounds of 9mm pistol ammunition, 3,000 rounds of 5.56mm rifle ammunition. 1,000 rounds of the .308 Winchester rounds used by Remington, and 1,000 rounds of 12-gauge shotgun shells as well. Oh, and equip me and my men with the best tactical vests and quick-draw holsters."

Shen Fei answered without even thinking.

Bob wrote down a total and said:

"The gun is 12,000, and I've given you a discount on the ammunition and accessories, so the total is... 28,000 Canadian dollars."

"Swipe your card."

Shen Fei then took out a black bank card and gave it to him.

Pete watched Bob carefully swipe his card at the card machine. Pete couldn't help but swallow hard, thinking that the boss was probably here to buy weapons wholesale, not guns.

However, at that moment, a man who had been watching from the corner walked over.

He was probably in his thirties, very thin, with short hair and eyes like an eagle.

他 说:

"Sir, if I may be so bold as to say this, the gun you chose is very good, but the accessories could be even better."

Shen Fei turned to look at him.

The man pointed to the sniper rifle and said:

"Take this Remington 700 for example. Its potential is not just 300 meters. Your fishing grounds are large, so you need to be able to see things from a kilometer away. Therefore, the original scope is not enough. I suggest you switch to the Leupold Mark 5HD, or use the Night Vision ATACR series. Although a scope costs three or four thousand Canadian dollars, it can make you see things several kilometers away at dawn and dusk."

These words were spoken very professionally, and even the boss, Bob, nodded in approval.

Shenfei asked:

"Who are you?"

"My name is Kyle Finch," the man introduced himself. "I used to be a Canadian soldier, a light infantryman, and the marksman in my squad. After retiring, I worked here."

There was a sharp, unwilling glint in his eyes.

Shen Fei immediately understood that this was an opportunity.

He looked at Kyle and asked:

"Do you know a lot about guns?"

Kyle replied:

"I've spent half my life dealing with them."

"Great," Shen Fei smiled and said, "I need a security supervisor to oversee the safety and training at the fish farm. The annual salary is 100,000 Canadian dollars, with a car, a house, and a year-end bonus. Are you interested?"

Kyle was stunned.

He felt that happiness came too suddenly. He just wanted to show off his knowledge and earn some extra money, but the other party directly offered him a job.

Kyle was very excited.

So he immediately stood up straight and said loudly:

"I...of course I'd like to, boss!"

Pete, standing next to him, was oblivious to the situation; he felt that his boss was just that simple and brutal when it came to hiring.

"Very good, Kyle, you're my employee now."

Shen Fei patted him on the shoulder, then said to Bob, "Do as Kyle said, get me the best scope. Also, get Kyle a Remington 700 and a Benelli M4."

In the end, it cost a total of 38,000 Canadian dollars.

Kyle immediately got to work. He picked up the WK180-C rifle, disassembled it, and looked at it. Then he said to Shen Fei:

"Boss, there's a problem with the piston on this gun; it gets stuck if you fire too fast. I'll fix it for you, and it'll be fine."

This proves that Shen Fei's judgment was correct.

A professional is far more important than money.

On the way back to the manor, it was already late, and the sky was overcast, as if it were about to rain.

As soon as the car stopped, a yellow thing jumped down from the roof and landed on Shen Fei's shoulder.

It was Little Yellow, clinging to Shen Fei's clothes, with half a peanut in its paws, squeaking.

Shen Fei smiled and took a walnut from his pocket and gave it to it.

He could tell that Xiao Huang was very happy.

He looked towards Pearl Lake and saw several raccoons by the lake. He showed them a little kindness, and the raccoons stopped moving, which was very strange.

James the butler had prepared dinner.

At the dinner table, Shen Fei introduced Kyle.

After dinner, Shen Fei called Pete, Zhang Xin, and Kyle together for a meeting.

"The guns are sorted out. Now let's talk about the fish farm," Shen Fei said, looking at Zhang Xin. "What are your thoughts on the fish fry?"

Zhang Xin immediately stood up, took out a notebook, and filled it with writing.

"Boss, I checked out the fish fry suppliers in Newfoundland," he reported. "I suggest a two-step approach. First, stock some fish suitable for the local population. I recommend Atlantic cod and American salmon."

Seeing that Shen Fei and Pete were listening, he continued to explain:

"Atlantic cod is the mother fish of Newfoundland, but because of people like Thompson who catch them indiscriminately, there are very few wild ones left. If we raise them ourselves, we're sure we can sell them. As for American salmon, they grow quickly, the meat is delicious, and the market loves them."

"How many do you need? Where can I buy them?"

Shen Fei asked directly.

"I plan to release 50,000 cod fry and 30,000 salmon fry first. Fry of this size are easy to raise."

Zhang Xin turned to another page of his notes and said:

"I contacted a fish farm called Deep Blue Aquaculture in Clarenville. They are the largest fish fry supplier in the province, have a good reputation, and their prices are reasonable. I've already made an appointment with their sales manager, and I can go see the stock tomorrow."

"very good."

Shen Fei nodded, then looked at Kyle and said:

"Kyle, you're coming with us tomorrow."

the next morning.

The four of them drove a Dodge Ram to Clarenville.

Deep Blue Aquatic Products is a large-scale enterprise.

There are many blue breeding ponds.

Looks very professional.

A fat manager greeted them.

He was very enthusiastic.

Lead them on a tour.

"Mr. Zhang, is that right? The cod and salmon fry you ordered are all ready, absolutely Grade A! Your satisfaction is guaranteed!"

The fat manager patted his chest and said.

However, when Zhang Xin walked to a fishpond labeled "Atlantic Cod," his expression changed.

He squatted down.

He scooped up a few fish fry with a net and examined them.

The fish fry are very thin.

I'm not in the mood.

The color is wrong too.

"Manager," Zhang Xin stood up and asked, "Are you sure these are Atlantic cod fry?"

The fat manager's smile froze for a moment, but he still said:

"Of course! With a brand that's been around for decades, would we lie to you?"

Zhang Xin sneered, poured the fish fry back into the pond, and said:

"This isn't cod, it's oilfish fry! Eating this will give you diarrhea. Are you trying to fool us?"

The fat manager was furious when he heard this.

He took out his phone, made a call, and whispered a few words.

Then, seven or eight workers came out of the farm, carrying shovels and crowbars, and surrounded Shen Fei and his group, preventing them from leaving.

The chubby manager hung up the phone, his expression changed, and he said slowly:

"Kid, you know quite a bit. But here, knowing too much isn't a good thing. Boss Thompson said his friends are my friends, and his enemies... hehe. You're buying this batch of fish fry today, whether you like it or not, and you're not leaving!"