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After breakfast, Qin Shiou brought down his carefully crafted popsicle.

Golden pineapple-flavored popsicles, light yellow orange-flavored popsicles, snow-white apple-flavored popsicles, black blackberry-flavored popsicles, purple grape-flavored popsicles, and reddish hawthorn-flavored popsicles, etc.

"Dear customers, come and taste the popsicles prepared by my boss." Qin Shiou said happily.

Winnie reached out to grab one, stuck out her tongue and licked it, and smiled and said, "Wow, it tastes great, this is the most delicious strawberry popsicle I've ever eaten."

Qin Shiou looked at her with a wicked smile and asked in an ambiguous tone: "Sweetheart, is this really the most delicious thing you have ever eaten?"

Auerbach coughed and said, "There are still children here. Pay attention to the influence. Give me a hawthorn-flavored stick. The old man always likes to eat some sour and sweet things."

Qin Shiou's face turned red and he quickly defended: "Don't get me wrong, Dad O, I mean, uh, Winnie, what you took was obviously a pineapple popsicle, right?"

Winnie giggled, her pretty face also turned red, and she took off her fun last night.

"Will you have diarrhea so much?" Gordon asked worriedly.

While looking at the book, Powell took a popsicle and said, "Gordon, I used to eat ice cubes when I was wandering, but I didn't see you having diarrhea. I'm talking less and more, okay?"

"Powell is a sensible and diligent child." Qin Shiou smiled and patted his shoulder.

The popsicles made from pure juice tastes very good, without additives at all, tastes cool and authentic.

After dinner, Qin Shiou drove an ATV around the coastline of the fishing grounds. The weather was already very cold, but it was far from the point where the ocean could freeze. You could also see fish jumping out of the water from time to time to enjoy the sun.

At around ten o'clock, Hamley called him and said, "Qin, the last fishing yard owner is here. It's in his fishing yard. If you want to discuss business with him, please hurry up."

The last fishing owner was Gatorley's fishing owner Albert William Smith, a British immigrant who owns a huge real estate group in Newfoundland. It is said to be worth one billion.

Previously, Qin Shiou wanted to meet with Auerbach through Hamre and negotiate the issue of buying a fishing ground, but the other party did not give face at all. Not to mention negotiations, he didn't even give him a chance to meet.

From this real estate tycoon, Qin Shiou has seen British arrogance, but there is no way. Who made him the party in need? For the sake of his dream of unification of the fishing grounds, just be a grandson.

Drive directly across the farewell town to the northwest of the island, and there are constant road signs on the road: Gatorial Resort welcomes you.

Albert bought the fishing ground and did not intend to raise fish, the purpose was to develop it into a villa area. Therefore, its guidance card was also made according to this content.

Among the six major fishing grounds in the past, the length and area of ​​Gatori Fishery's coastline were second only to the Daqin Fishery. It has the Golden Coast in the north, stretching for 14 or 5 kilometers, winding and unique style.

The ground inside the fishing ground is very flat. This is due to manual decoration and it is endless. There is no building, such as storage rooms, ice storages, feed bins, etc., and it is not equipped. Obviously, the owner did not intend to develop the fish farming industry.

Qin Shiou parked his car at the door. Gatori Fishery was the only one that was isolated from the outside world with barbed wire. Other fishery farms used wooden fences, which were more like a small town.

Gatori Fishery demonstrates its technological power and modernity everywhere. In short, it pursues unique actions. From this, we can see the owner's rebelliousness and stubbornness.

There was a helicopter parked at the entrance of the fishing ground. It was a white and green Bell-214u, which should be the private car of Gatorley boss Albert.

This helicopter is not the same as Qin Shiou's ac-310. It is a multi-engine helicopter with a length of fifteen or sixteen meters and a wing of twenty meters. It is a giant when parked on the ground.

This plane has 16 seats, and can fly 800 kilometers at a time with a full fuel. The price is similar to the Porsche 918 that Qin Shiou just obtained, more than 2 million Canadian dollars, but in terms of comfort and practicality, the Porsche 918 is one light-year behind Bell.

There are not many Canadians who play sports cars. Although there are the longest highways and the flattest road conditions in the world, because there are many lakes and seas, helicopters are naturally more convenient.

In the fishing ground, the group was discussing something. Qin Shiou was inconvenient to disturb him, so he waited outside the door.

About half an hour later, the group walked out, and Hamre accompanied by a blond middle-aged man with a big belly. It was obvious that this person was Albert.

Qin Shiou met him and took the initiative to reach out and greet him warmly from a distance: "Hello, I guess you are Mr. Albert? I am..."

A big bodyguard-like man walked up with a cold face and blocked Qin Shiou directly. Albert and others didn't even look at Qin Shiou, and continued to talk and laugh and walk towards the plane.

Qin Shiou sighed, this is standard for being arrogant, but I am qualified and I am tolerant.

"Please stay, Mr. Albert, I am your neighbor Qin Shiou. I hope to talk to you about something." Qin Shiou quickly walked around the bodyguard and continued chasing.

Albert took off the cigar in his mouth and looked at Qin Shiou with a cold look, but still didn't say anything, just made a clean-up gesture to the bodyguard.

Hamley frowned, as the gentleman mayor, he couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Mr. Smith, I think you should talk to Qin. This is really ungraceful to a neighbor."

Albert looked at Hamley arrogantly and said, "Neighbor? Oh, does this Mr. Qin from China have a house in the Borglin villa area?"

The Borglin Villa District is the most luxurious residential area in St. Johns. It mainly consists of villas in various European styles, gathering most of the rich and politicians in St. Johns.

Qin Shiou smiled and said, "I don't have a house there, but if I want to own one at any time, I just don't think it's necessary. Wouldn't it be better to live here? I guess you and I have the same idea, otherwise I wouldn't have bought a fishing ground here, right?"

Albert glanced at Qin Shiou and said, "Chinese, my time is precious. If you have anything, just say it quickly. For the sake of Mayor Hamre, I will give you a face."

"I want to buy your fishing ground. Are you interested in bidding?"

"Of course, $100 million!"

"Uh, are you kidding?"

"I have time to joke with you? Didn't the media say that you are a billionaire from China? Then I'll offer a price of 100 million yuan, and if you are interested, buy it." Albert looked at Qin Shiou mockingly, looking like I'm sure you can.

Qin Shiou shook his head, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. Obviously, there was no need to talk to both sides, and they did not intend to sell the fishing ground to him.

Hamre gave him a helpless smile. Qin Shiou shrugged and stopped Albert again. The latter said disdainfully: "Didn't I make it clear? Or do you overestimate your ability to think that you can have enough price to impress me?"

Qin Shiou said plainly: "No, British, I just want to tell you one thing. I actually closed the two chemical factories next to you. I have the ability to shut down them and have the ability to restart construction." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!