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The two stood on the deck as the sun rose.

The orange-red sunlight shone on the undulating lake surface, like a constantly reflecting mirror.

"Chirp chirp!"

A few birdsongs swept overhead.

A flock of seagulls flapped their wings and disappeared from the group's sight in an instant, carried by the sea breeze.

Looking at everything before him, Shen Fei felt very satisfied.

This will be where his dreams begin.

After the birds flew by, the land was not far away, and a small island appeared in front of them.

The area is estimated to be four or five hundred square meters.

Shen Fei's excitement grew as he arrived at his Great Sage Fishing Ground.

As the fishing boat moved forward, the island's appearance became clearer, but Shen Fei's initial enthusiasm gradually cooled.

It was like being doused with a bucket of cold water in the middle of summer.

He had imagined this small island to be a paradise of birdsong and fragrant flowers, but what appeared before him was a desolate, isolated island.

From the boat, the island appeared to have only a few scattered bungalows and multi-story buildings.

Smith said this is a seaside town.

Shen Fei felt that this was not a town at all; it was smaller than a village in his hometown, with at most a few hundred people.

Because it is still spring, this seaside town has a winter climate, with many unmelted snowdrifts still visible, and in the distance, there is a snow-capped mountain that occupies half of the island, its walls covered in white snow.

There are seven or eight small piers around the island, all of which are dilapidated, with a large number of broken fishing nets tangled on the rocks on the shore, and several crudely made small boats moored nearby.

The air was surprisingly fresh.

As the cruise ship drew closer to the island, Shen Fei's disappointment gradually subsided. He took a deep breath and, trying to find humor in the situation, muttered, "Damn, at least it's pristine, no PM2.5."

Dasheng Fishing Ground is located at the southernmost part of the island. A fence of varying lengths encloses a small courtyard, in which there is a manor covering more than 100,000 mu (approximately 6,667 hectares).

In China, it would be worth a lot of money.

Unfortunately, this is Canada, a country with vast land and sparse population, probably the place with the cheapest land prices in the world.

Upon arriving at the fish farm, Shen Fei couldn't simply move in, as the place had been uninhabited for a long time and was covered in dust and cobwebs.

Smith took Shen Fei on a tour, shattering his dream of letting him enjoy a life of luxury as a hands-off boss, and he couldn't help but start to have second thoughts.

At worst, you can inherit the estate, sell it, and return to China to enjoy a happy life. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Shen Fei kept this thought to himself and didn't tell Smith.

Smith took him to a small hotel in the seaside town to rest, and they would go to handle the tax filing and inheritance procedures in the afternoon.

After a long journey, Shen Fei was exhausted. He quickly packed up and went to bed.

I slept until the afternoon when Smith shook me awake.

Shen Fei dreamed of his high school classmates. He was driving a Porsche to a class reunion and received a lot of envious glances.

Even the most beautiful girl in his high school class abandoned her reserve and secretly exchanged WeChat accounts with him.

But Smith woke him up in the blink of an eye.

Shen Fei shrank his head further under the covers, still wanting to continue his sweet dream.

Unexpectedly, Smith waved his phone in front of him, immediately waking Shen Fei up.

It turned out that the phone in Smith's hand belonged to Shen Fei, but the information displayed on the screen was a text message chat history between him and the flight attendant from the previous flight.

The person who sent the text message to the other party on Shen Fei's behalf was naturally Smith. He sent it secretly while Shen Fei was still asleep, and the time was 10 minutes ago.

The high school class beauty in my dream was beautiful, but she only existed in my memory. She was nothing compared to the allure of the young Chinese-American flight attendant I had just parted ways with.

Shen Fei was no longer sleepy and rolled over to get out of bed.

"Why did you mess with my phone without my permission?"

Shen Fei pretended to be annoyed, snatched the phone and glanced at the chat history. He was immediately impressed by Smith's expert and skillful handling.

This guy had previously advised him to be reserved, to play hard to get, and to proceed gradually.

Who knew he would get involved so easily? If the other party weren't over 50 years old and hadn't seemed to have seen through the world, Shen Fei would have suspected that the other party was trying to poach his wife.

"I am Shen, from China. We met on the plane before."

"Hello, how did you get my phone number?"

It's clear that Su still harbors many doubts.

Smith, the experienced driver, replied directly on Shen Fei's behalf: "It's like this, after one of your colleagues learned that I own a fish farm worth more than 5000 million Canadian dollars, and said that since we are both of Chinese descent, we should have common ground, he specifically asked me to contact you after I get off the plane."

She also said that you are currently single. I have to say it's fate to meet you, who has the same black hair and black eyes, in a foreign country.

"Ah! Is that fishing ground yours?"

"Yes, it originally belonged to my uncle, but after he passed away, I inherited it. The formalities have been completed. If you would like to see my fish farm, could you leave your Twitter account? I will post some short videos there later."

"Sure, my phone number is my Twitter account, you can add me anytime."

"Then I won't bother you anymore. I'm a bit sleepy today and still jet-lagged. I'll contact you after I'm settled."

"Okay, get some rest!"

The two ended their text message chat there, having enjoyed it quite a bit, leaving Shen Fei somewhat bewildered.

When he looked up again, he saw Smith smiling at him.

Shen Fei stuffed his phone into his pocket; he was wide awake. He decided to set a screen lock for his phone starting tomorrow.

"Shall we proceed with the formalities now?"

"Yes, I'll get you settled as soon as possible. I have my own things to do."

When the two arrived at the town's office building, they discovered that it was closed for the day.

Shen Fei was both amused and exasperated after learning the details.

Due to the town's poor economy, the town's tax office stipulated that it would only work on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays to save expenses, saying that this would save half of the expenses.

Before going abroad, I thought Canada was at least a developed country, but I didn't expect that even the civil servants in the town were struggling to make ends meet.

Is there a future for Dasheng Fish Farm, which has been established here?

A shadow fell over Shen Fei's heart once again.

Although the formalities couldn't be completed today, Smith still acted as the host, driving a rented car and taking Shen Fei around the coastal town. Throughout the process, Shen Fei seemed rather listless.

"Smith, do you think I can just inherit the fish farm and then sell it?"

"I think I should go back to China."

"I'm a complete stranger here, and the economy is bad. If the fish farm falls into my hands, it will go bankrupt sooner or later."

Shen Fei was, after all, just a 24-year-old young man. He couldn't keep his thoughts to himself for long and eventually blurted them out.