From St. Johns, they took a yacht to Basque Harbor. They set off in the morning and arrived at the port in the evening.

Matthew Jin first arranged for a group to have supper. Qin Shiou stayed to take a photo with the dock. Some media followed them this time, so taking photos was very convenient.

Qin Shiou stood down the small gate tower and took a few photos, touching the lines of the harvest number above with emotion, and couldn't help but shake his head.

It is said that people are prone to recalling the old days when they are old, but Qin Shiou looked at the gatehouse at this moment, but he couldn't help but remember the stormy scene that day.

"I was watching the news at the time and felt unbelievable. In fact, I have respect for you until today because I know that if I were in the environment at that time, I would never choose to rescue a shipwreck with unknown conditions and unknown locations." Hubble's voice sounded behind him.

After some contacts on the road, Qin Shiou felt much better about Hubble.

Hearing the praise, he grinned and said, "If I had asked me to choose again, I wouldn't have been a hero again, but at that time, man, I knew I had to do that. And I bet that if the captain was replaced by you, you would have chosen to take risks!"

After taking the photo, Qin Shiou and Hubble got into the car. On the way, he asked strangely: "You actually bought me 100,000 yuan? Why? It seemed that I had no chance of winning at that time."

Hubble laughed and said, "You know what I do. I am a venture capitalist. In life and work, I have to make continuous choices to maintain my life. Do you believe in superpowers?"

After hearing the last sentence, Qin Shiou's face changed a little, but fortunately, the light in the car was dim at night. No one noticed his change.

Hubble continued: "I think I have a superpower, that is, to make the right choices. Many times when investing, I don't rely on analysis. But simply rely on feeling. The feeling you gave me at that time was that you could win, so I bet on you."

So that's it. Qin Shiou smiled and said thank you and didn't say anything anymore. He felt that he would be more low-key in the future.

The Basque Port attaches great importance to their group and specially arranged the most distinctive hotel to invite them to taste the port's creamy big clam soup and grilled lobster on paper.

Now there is no lobster produced in the entire Gulf of St. Lawrence, and the price of lobsters has reached a record high in the past four or five years, from food that ordinary people disdain to specific food in high-end restaurants.

Before dinner, Sergi transferred two million to Qin Shiou. As the largest casino owner of St. Johns, he still has this kind of demeanor, let alone does he dare to pay for the debt? His creditors include a state minister.

After the transfer, Sergi did not feel very painful. Qin Shiou learned during the meal that he had not lost much money, only about 400,000 in total, and the other more than one million were the money of other fishing owners. Those guys wanted to make a fortune. But they invested a lot.

After dinner, the Ministry of Fisheries made other arrangements and they took the bus overnight to a strange place.

The bus drove for an hour and a half before stopping, and Qin Shiou didn't know where he was. The night was already deep. He looked around and could see the waves reflecting the cold moonlight, and could hear the familiar roar of the waves hitting the coast.

There is no doubt that this is by the sea.

When I found a hotel, the owners of the fishing grounds, who were both mentally exhausted, took a shower and went to bed.

Qin Shiou reported his safety to Winnie's video. He closed his eyes and fell asleep because Matthew Jin said they would officially start the visit early tomorrow morning.

Being familiar with the ocean, Qin Shiou slept particularly fragrantly with the sound of waves slamming the shore. When someone slapped the door, he opened his eyes and saw that it was five o'clock. It seemed that the visit was about to begin.

After washing up, Qin Shiou walked out of the hotel and looked out and was a little stunned. What is this place? It's too desolate, right?

Not far from the hotel is the beach. The quality of this beach is not good, with a lot of gravel on it. It extends to both sides and the beach quickly disappears and becomes a steep cliff. The waves whistling on it, exuding a decadent and fierce feeling.

Scattered houses are built in this area, most of which are just square or two-story buildings. The tallest one is their hotel, which has three and a half floors, but only the first and second floors are hotels, and warehouses are built on the third floor.

Among these houses, there are few new houses, most of which are mottled old houses, but the streets are quite wide, but few cars drive over. Qin Shiou looked at it and saw only dilapidated pickup trucks in front of a few houses.

As the sun rises, some people come out to work. Some women are drying dried fish at their doorsteps. There are economic fish such as haddock, pollock, black cod, tooth cod, thick-lipped mullet, and more valuable fish species such as small mackerel and herring.

Looking into the sea, a broken wooden pier extends into the ocean. Small boats tied to the pier and rippled with the waves of the sea. Some boats were capsized on the beach, revealing the mottled and broken bottoms of the boat.

Qin Shiou looked at this place and a dilapidated aura came towards him, making him vaguely feel like he had just arrived at the farewell island.

In fact, even when he first arrived at the farewell island, the situation in the town was better than here. At least the town also had supermarkets, bars, and fishing boats that kept going out to sea, but now there is nothing here.

It's like a dead fishing village, where there is no vitality.

Donald Brown walked to Qin Shiou and laughed dryly, saying, "It's very miserable, right? You must not imagine where this is."

"Where is this?" Qin Shiou asked subconsciously. Donald is a part-time fishing farm owner. He only has a small fishing farm. He comes back to manage it on weekends and holidays. He usually sells insurance in the Basque port, so he is naturally familiar with this port.

Donald sighed and said, "This place is called Queen Nalibe Port, yes, it's incredible that this place used to be a port. Now, more people call it Nalibe Fishing Village."

"Queen Nalibe Fishing Village!" The hostess who was about to go out stubbornly corrected Donald's words.

Donald smiled and nodded, "Yes, Queen Nalibe Fishing Village."

The hostel owner, a 65-year-old bald white man, served as the tour guide for their visit, took them around the dilapidated fishing village and introduced them a lot of information on the way, which was incredible.

Queen Nalibe Port appeared in the late 19th century and flourished after World War II. It was once the best place to catch cod and crabs in the Gulf of St. Lawrence.

At that time, there were ships coming and going in and out in this port town. According to the bald boss, in the peak of the mid-1970s, the town had a permanent population of more than 1,000 and more than 200 houses.

Unfortunately, due to crazy fishing, the cod here has rapidly decreased until it is extinct. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!