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The fat manager's face twitched; his teeth were very yellow, clearly from smoking.

The way he acted was like a petty person who had gotten his way; he was very arrogant.

"Boss Thompson is like an older brother to me. Here in Newfoundland, you can't go against him; going against him is going against me!"

He waved his very fat hand, and then his seven or eight workers with tools took a step forward.

They had shovels and crowbars in their hands, which looked intimidating, and they surrounded us.

The atmosphere was tense.

Pete was furious; every muscle in his body was tense. He took a step forward and then whispered to Shen Fei:

"Boss, let me teach them a lesson! I can take these guys down in no time!"

But just as Pete was about to make his move, someone suddenly put their hand on his shoulder. That person was Kyle.

This man, who used to be a sharpshooter, hadn't said much the whole way, but now he was very calm.

Kyle glanced around at the people, noting their positions and the weapons in their hands.

Kyle said:

"Boss, don't be impulsive."

His voice was deep but calm.

他 说:

"They outnumber us and have weapons. We can win, but it's not worth fighting here."

Shen Fei made Pi act particularly impulsively. The angry expression on his face disappeared, and instead he smiled, a smile that was a bit hard to understand.

He seemed oblivious to the danger around him, only staring at the fat manager.

Shenfei said:

"We want to buy it."

He spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were talking about the weather.

"You're in business, how can you not sell things to customers? But I'm the kind of person who likes to be clear about how much money I spend."

The fat manager was stunned for a moment after hearing this; he hadn't expected this person to admit defeat so quickly.

He became even more smug, convinced that it was his superior numbers that had intimidated the seemingly weak Asian man.

"Hey, you're smart!"

He snorted and said:

"Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier? You've wasted my time. Besides the cost of the fish fry, you also need to compensate me for lost wages and my brothers' appearance fees. Let me round it up to two hundred thousand Canadian dollars, and then we'll call it even."

This is blatant extortion.

Zhang Xin was so angry that his face turned pale, but when he saw Shen Fei's eyes, he swallowed his words.

Shen Fei nodded, seemingly unwilling to haggle at all, and instead asked a question:

"Two hundred thousand, sure. But since I'm paying, you have to let me see some good stuff, right? Where do you raise your best cod and salmon fry? I want to see what Grade A fish looks like, so I'll know what to expect when I buy things in the future, don't you think?"

Shen Fei's words sounded like someone who didn't know anything about the subject was admitting defeat and just wanted to satisfy their curiosity.

So the fat manager stopped being wary. He burst into laughter, pointed to several larger pools with clearer water not far away, and said smugly:

"Over there! See that? That's the best stock we're supplying to the big restaurants, every single piece is precious! But you can't touch it."

"I know, I know, I'll just take a look."

Shen Fei smiled and walked towards the breeding ponds.

Pete and Zhang Xin didn't understand why, but they followed behind. Only Kyle's eyes flashed. He seemed to have guessed something, so he quietly lagged behind a little and looked around warily.

Shen Fei walked to the edge of a pool.

The sign above the pool reads "Top-grade Atlantic Cod".

The water in the pool was very clear, and you could see the bottom. There were many silvery fish fry swimming around, looking very energetic, completely different from the dying oilfish fry from before.

He squatted down.

He pretended to be looking at the fish.

He lowered one of his hands.

His fingers touched the water on the edge of the pool.

Right at that moment!

Shenyang Aircraft Corporation's "Heart of the Ocean" has been launched!

This force, through that tiny bit of water, acted like an invisible net, instantly controlling the entire water system of the farm.

Shen Fei's consciousness entered the water.

He "saw" all the breeding ponds, as well as the pipes at the bottom of the ponds, the filter screens, and the large drainage pipes.

He found the ponds containing the best cod and salmon fry.

Shen Fei thought for a moment.

The idea is simple: make the fish run fast.

"escape!"

"Run to where the current is strongest, to find freedom!"

This idea was passed directly to the best fish fry.

Then, the fish underwater started to riot.

Tens of thousands of cod and salmon fry, which were originally very quiet, suddenly seemed to go crazy.

They no longer swam by themselves, but instead transformed into streams of silvery water, frantically crashing into the drain.

The drainage outlets of the breeding ponds are all blocked by metal filters to prevent the fish fry from escaping.

But now, the combined power of thousands upon thousands of fish fry is too great.

They started ramming their bodies against the metal filter of the drain outlet, showing no fear of death. Then, a small but dense "bang bang bang" sound came from underwater, and the water began to churn.

"What happened?"

One of the workers tending the ponds was the first to notice something was wrong. He pointed at the cod pond and shouted in fear:

"Boss! The fish...the fish have gone mad!"

The fat manager's smile hadn't faded when he heard this, and he angrily cursed:

"What are you yelling about! How could a fish...?"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud, piercing "crunch," as a large hole was smashed in the drainage filter of a cod pond!

The silvery stream of fish found its outlet and, like a flood, rushed into the main drainage pipe!

Then, the same thing happened in the salmon pond next door!

"My fish! My fish!"

The fat manager was very anxious, his eyes were red. He rushed to the edge of the pool and saw that his most valuable fish had escaped through the drain. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"Quick! Turn off the main valve! Hurry!"

He yelled at the workers who were still surrounding Shenyang Aircraft Corporation.

The workers then realized what was happening and, no longer caring about Shen Fei and the others, threw down their shovels and crowbars and rushed off in a chaotic frenzy to find the valve switch.

The entire farm was transformed from a place of bullying into a disaster relief site.

Shen Fei stood up, clapped his hands, and then said to the nearly insane, fat manager:

"Manager, your pipes seem to be broken. We don't want these fish fry anymore, we're leaving."

After saying that, he swaggered out with the stunned Pete and Zhang Xin, along with a smiling Kyle, and got into the Dodge Ram.

The car drove away, leaving the fat manager kneeling by the pool, pounding his chest in utter despair.

In the car, Pete was very excited, his face flushed, and he said:

"Boss! You're amazing! How did you do that? Is it some kind of Eastern magic?"

Zhang Xin looked at Shen Fei with the eyes of someone looking at a deity. He couldn't understand why the fish would suddenly riot.

Shen Fei smiled, but didn't explain. He said:

"This is a trade secret."

He looked at Zhang Xin and said:

"Old Zhang, we're out of fish fry. Do you have any other ideas?"

However, Zhang Xin came to his senses, pushed up his glasses, took out his notebook from his bag, and began to explain his backup plan.

"Boss, I had already guessed that Deep Blue Seafood and Thompson were in cahoots and that there might be problems, so I prepared a second plan."

He pointed to a name in the notebook, "Over on the Burling Peninsula, there's a family-run fish farm called 'Old Fisherman's Fisheries.' The owner is Henry Nolan, an old fisherman with a good reputation, but the place is small, and he doesn't associate with Thompson and his gang."

"Great, contact him, we'll go now."

Shen Fei made a decision immediately.

An hour later, they arrived at a bay.

The scenery here is beautiful.

"Old Fisherman's Fishery" is not a large business.

There are only a dozen or so pools.

But it's very clean.

An old man is cleaning water plants on a boat.

His hair has turned white.

His skin is very dark.

He is Henry Nolan.

Old Henry was a little surprised to receive Zhang Xin's call, but he still treated them very warmly.

"Do you want cod fry and salmon fry?"

Old Henry spat out the pipe from his mouth, his eyes sharp.

Old Henry said:

"I only sell my fish fry to people who know what they're doing. And I can't owe them money."

"We brought cash."

Shen Fei answered.

Old Henry nodded and led them to the edge of the pool.

This time, Zhang Xin did not disappoint Shen Fei.

He took a net and scooped up dozens of fish fry from the water.

He held it up for Shen Fei to see, and said:

"Boss, look, healthy cod fry have a spindle-shaped body, are bluish-brown in color, and have spots. Their eyes should be bright black, not cloudy."

He then pointed to the fish's gills and said:

"The gills are red and neat, which means they are breathing well."

After saying that, he took out a knife, cut open the belly of a fish, and left old Henry stunned.

Zhang Xin pointed to the fish's internal organs and said:

"Look inside, the intestines contain yellowish-green stuff, which is plankton. It doesn't smell strange, which means no medication was used."

This was a very professional move; even Pete was stunned, and old Henry couldn't help but nod in approval.

"Young man, you know your stuff."

Shenfei was very satisfied with Zhang Xin; he not only understood the market but also the product.

"Mr. Henry, we'll take all of your cod and salmon fry."

Shen Fei said.

Old Henry, with a pipe in his mouth, didn't speak immediately, but took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke obscuring his face.

"Want it all? Young man, you've got quite the nerve. Is it that scoundrel Thompson who's withholding your goods?"

He speaks very directly and without any politeness.

Shen Fei smiled and frankly admitted it:

"Yes, that's why we came to find you. You're the last person in Newfoundland who doesn't follow him."

Old Henry was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something, and finally said a number:

"80,000 cod fry and 50,000 salmon fry, totaling 350,000 Canadian dollars. No bargaining."

"I'll give you 500,000."

Shen Fei extended a palm and spoke calmly, but his words carried a powerful force.

"The 350,000 is for buying fish fry. We're giving you an extra 150,000 because we want to be friends. From now on, our fish farm will buy all our fish fry from you. You just need to guarantee that the fish fry are the best, and you have to stand with us."

Old Henry was very surprised when he heard this; his pupils contracted.

He thought to himself, "This young man is really rich."

This isn't just about buying things; it's about dragging me along to deal with Thompson.

His eyes, which had seen a lot, stared intently at Shen Fei, as if trying to see right through him.

After a long while, he tapped his pipe on the side of the boat, then stretched out his calloused, anchor-like hand:

"Welcome, my friend. It's time for Newfoundland to change."

The deal was done, and the first hope for the fishing grounds was finally secured.

After Shen Fei finished signing the documents, his hand touched the water at the edge of the pool again.

However, he suddenly froze.

Because his "Heart of the Ocean" sensed something different.

Besides the information about the fish, there seems to be a sense of antiquity and mystery in the water here.

The feeling vanished instantly, as if it were unreal.

But Shen Fei remembered this incident; he felt that there must be some secret about Old Henry's place.