The leatherback turtle is back, is summer still far away?

Qin Shiou thought optimistically, turned around and hugged Winnie and stroked her smooth skin. The beautiful night began.

International Labor Day, but it has nothing to do with Canada.

Labor Day in Canada is not on May 1st, but on the first Monday of September every year, and Labor Day in the United States is also this day.

Qin Shiouchen turned on the TV to watch the news in the morning after he came back from running. He wanted to learn from Winnie and get in touch with the outside world through the news. He could not always live in his own small fishing ground.

As a fishing farm owner who doesn't even know the country's Minister of Fisheries, Qin Shiou felt that he had to reflect on it. He lived in the fishing farm in the past year and said in name that he was enjoying life, but in fact he was a bit of a close relationship with him.

But the morning news was not interesting, and I was so sad that I introduced Labor Day there. It turned out that some employees in Toronto held a demonstration and demanded that Canada also implement the rules for Labor Day on May 1st.

Qin Shiou originally thought it was inexplicable. What is the difference between celebrating Labor Day when it was, and it wasn't Christmas.

If you look down, he will understand that most Canadians are immigrants. The country they used to live in was Labor Day. In this way, Labor Day is a holiday, so they can take the opportunity to go back to their hometown to visit relatives or take relatives and friends from their hometown to reunite.

But now Canada's Labor Day holiday is different from most countries. Many people cannot get together with their friends and relatives' holidays, so they will naturally not be able to reunite.

Canada is a young country. Many festivals are slowly formed later, but Labor Day appeared earlier and was born in 1894. This festival was indeed won by the workers themselves.

As early as 1872, printing workers in Toronto went on strike, hoping to work 54 hours a week. At that time, under the order of the Governor of Canada, any union organization was considered illegal and union organizers would be imprisoned.

This sparked anger among workers, with more than 10,000 workers marching and demonstrating, forcing then Prime Minister John-a.-ald- to abolish the anti-union law and freeing union organizers.

The workers' struggle was not over, and they held a second general strike. The government firmly disagreed with the 9-hour working system, so the workers fought firmly. The struggle lasted for a long time and eventually turned into a movement held once a year.

By 1894, then Canadian Prime Minister John Thompson simply decided that the first week of September was Labor Day, because workers would hold a parade on this day every year for many years.

After learning about some secret stories about Canadian Labor Day and International Labor Day, Qin Shiou decisively turned off the TV. He knew Canada better. However, this seemed useless, and he still didn't know who the Deputy Minister of Fisheries and others were.

According to the agreed time, the fishing catch will be produced in May, and Butler will give him a result. If Butler is willing to be a channel dealer, Qin Shiou will deal with the catch. If he doesn't want to, then start from the seafood market in St. Johns.

In the morning, Qin Shiou was eating fruit and watching the replay of NBA, and the tiger and leopard outside the door suddenly started roaring.

He thought it was Butler who came, but when he went out, he saw that there were a few white men he didn't know standing outside the gate, all with good temperaments, not like salesmen.

He whistled. Hu Zi and Leopard closed their mouths and waved their tails to run behind him. Qin Shiou went up to him and asked, "Hi. Gentlemen, who are you?"

The leading middle-aged white man stretched out his hand and asked enthusiastically: "Hello, we are from the Netherlands and are staff members of the Van Gogh Museum. Are you Mr. Qin?"

"Yes." Qin Shiou shook hands with him, wondering what the people from the Van Gogh Museum came to him for.

However, out of politeness, he brought the group of four into the villa and served them coffee.

The leader white man introduced himself: "I'm very presumptuous to bother you, Mr. Qin, I am Delabodi Yang-Buck, the director of the Van Gogh Museum. These are my colleagues. We'll visit you specifically."

Qin Shiou was confused, so he introduced himself and asked what the purpose of these people came.

Buck did not answer his question directly, but praised his fishing ground. Qin Shiou smiled bitterly. Could it be that the people in the Van Gogh Museum want to make a painting based on their fishing ground? This is OK. If the painting is done, he can also spend money to buy it. It can be framed and hang it on the wall to show off.

The Dutch people circled around, and Qin Shiou followed him. Anyway, this is his family, so he has time.

From fishing grounds to sports, from food to customs, these Dutch people still haven't gotten into the topic.

Qin Shiou was a little impatient afterwards. Buck finally reached the point and asked: "Mr. Qin, do you have a painting by Mr. Van Gogh? "The Sunset of the Montmarots"?"

Upon hearing this, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through Qin Shiou's mind, and he suddenly remembered that Little Black seemed to have told him before that the Van Gogh Museum in the Netherlands had sent someone to contact him, hoping that they would donate Van Gogh's paintings to the museum and say that what belongs to the original owner.

Qin Shiou didn't take it seriously at that time. Now when he saw these people, he suddenly thought about it and asked subconsciously: "I do have this painting, but you are not planning to convince me to donate this painting to you, are you?"

Buck smiled and said, "No, how could that happen? That painting is yours now, how could we let you donate it to the museum for free? That's right, we want to buy that painting, and the price is easy to negotiate."

Qin Shiou was a little embarrassed. He came to buy paintings, but he had already agreed to sell them to Afeif, and the transaction was at the payment stage. It seemed that it would be better to get the painting back, right?

Seeing that Qin Shiou was not speaking, Buck thought he was waiting for his offer, so he said, "Mr. Qin, can you quote a price? If so, we want to take back the painting."

Qin Shiou had no choice but to ask, "How much do you plan to pay?"

Buck said tactfully: "Our museum is mainly a public welfare nature, so it is not very profitable and the funds are not very abundant - how do you think about five million Canadian dollars?"

Qin Shiou blinked silly and asked back: "How many do you say? Five million? Or Canadian dollars?"

Buck smiled and said, "Yes, this is the most money we can use. I know the price is not reasonable, but I hope you can make some contributions to the public welfare cause and send "Sunset of Montmaros" home so that more people can see Mr. Van Gogh's great creations."

Qin Shiou was speechless. I am a vulgar man and I were a public welfare undertaking. If I really do charity, I will do it too. Donate it. It can be worth 50 million US dollars. If you want me to sell it to you for 5 million Canadian dollars, is this a bit disrespectful to me?

Qin Shiou felt that Little Black was in a better situation at that time. He would rather these people not make a quote and directly said that he wanted to donate this painting for the sake of feelings. This quote, feelings and profits were gone... (To be continued)
Chapter completed!