My Manor

"Wow, much more than I imagined!" Looking at the constantly changing pressure data on the fishing net, Philemon couldn't help but mutter under his breath. If the fish in the previous net were sold, they could probably fetch around 50,000 US dollars. Of course, the diesel cost for this trip out to sea is 20,000 US dollars, plus the loss of fishing boats, fishing nets, etc., which adds up. The income of 50,000 US dollars for a trip out to sea can basically only leave about 10,000 US dollars. After factoring in the crew's wages, there's nothing left. Of course, this is the total income.

Obviously, Jiang Hai's fishing area has more than just these fish. Those just now were only half an hour's worth of income. One fishing trip can guarantee no losses. If other fishermen knew about this kind of income, they would probably go crazy. Now the second net is pure profit—whatever you collect, you earn.

"The pressure is too high. Do you need to slow down?" Seeing the readings on the fishing net get higher and higher, Philemon picked up the intercom and spoke to Edward in the cab. Hearing Philemon's words, Edward quickly replied.

"No, the boat you're in charge of is the small one we had at the beginning. Everything on this boat is the best, including the fishing nets. Ordinary nylon nets can withstand this pressure, let alone ours. It's okay, but do keep an eye on it. Call me when the reading reaches 300 per square meter." Listening to Edward, Philemon was momentarily surprised. Although he knew Jiang Hai was willing to spend money, he still had his doubts. He didn't follow Jiang Hai when he went to load the ship.

Now, hearing his brother-in-law's words, he was relieved.

"I'll go to the ship's hold to get a cup of coffee. Do you want one?" After realizing there was nothing more to do for the time being, Jiang Hai paused, knocked on the window of the operating table next to him, and spoke to Philemon.

It was only the beginning of January, the coldest time in Boston. Although Jiang Hai was born in the Northeast, where the pure cold temperature was much colder than here, he still couldn't stand the sea breeze. He wasn't like Philemon, who, for operational convenience, had a house specially installed beside the operating table, with a heater and glass to block the wind. Jiang Hai, however, was standing directly in the cold wind. Even with his high physical fitness, he couldn't bear it. After making sure there was nothing to do for now, he decided to go back and get some coffee, even though he didn't particularly like it.

"Oh, give me a cup too, thank you, boss!" Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Philemon laughed softly.

Jiang Hai then walked into the ship's hold. The fishing boat was just as described when it was built. Although it looked like a fishing boat, judging by the interior, it was not an exaggeration to call it a yacht.

At the start, the builder had received a large sum from Jiang Hai and seemed quite serious about his work. The fishing boat had been delivered for a while, and Jiang Hai had just visited it, so he was very familiar with the structure of the boat.

The fishing boat was divided into two levels. The first level included the living area, with the front cab, and at the back, a large living room. The living room was about 30 square meters, with sofas on both sides, a coffee table in the middle, a bar next to it, a TV, and a refrigerator. The wooden structure, combined with leather sofas, made the space feel very comfortable.

Behind the living room was the living area, which had a total of eight rooms, including a master bedroom. Although it wasn't as luxurious as Jiang Hai's villa, it wasn't far off. The rooms had large beds, carpets, TVs, refrigerators, sofas, wardrobes, and even separate bathrooms and toilets.

Among the other seven rooms, three were main guest rooms. While not as well-furnished as the master bedroom, they were still quite comfortable. These rooms had independent TVs, wardrobes, dressing rooms, etc., but they were smaller.

The remaining four rooms were designed as double rooms, with two beds welded directly to the wall. Each room also had separate bathrooms, wardrobes, tables and chairs, and TVs. According to Edward Anderson, these four rooms were for him and future crew members. The master bedroom was for Jiang Hai, and the guest bedrooms were for Jiang Hai's guests. As seamen, they needed a place to sleep. Jiang Hai was a bit uncomfortable with Edward's clear division, as he had once suggested making all the rooms like guest rooms, but Edward disagreed. Jiang Hai just shrugged; sometimes, enjoying privileges felt good.

Behind the eight rooms was the kitchen. The kitchen was similar to the one in Jiang Hai's villa, with everything you would expect. However, unlike the one at home, everything here was either fixed to the ground or welded to the wall. After all, this was on the sea. Even the Titanic could sink, so a fishing boat of over 40 meters could easily sink as well. It was always better to be cautious.

On the lower level, this fishing boat truly resembled a fishing boat. The lower level, connected to the plate armor, had four large warehouses: two cold storages, a live water reservoir for storing valuable fish, and another for freezing ice fish. These four warehouses could easily hold dozens of tons of fish.

After entering the living area, Jiang Hai went straight to the kitchen and used the coffee machine there to make coffee. He made three cups at once, took one for himself, and then brought one to the cab, remembering that Edward hadn't had his yet.

When he entered the cab, he saw Edward driving the boat while monitoring the underwater sonar and the pressure readings of the fishing nets. This wasn't the first time Jiang Hai had entered the cab, but he had to admit that he felt a headache every time he came in. The instruments were really complicated. If you hadn't learned them properly, just looking at all those buttons would make you dizzy. There were so many instruments, including positioning and broadcasting systems, it was enough to give anyone a headache.

"Hi, boss, thank you." Hearing the footsteps, Edward looked back and saw Jiang Hai walking in with coffee. He chuckled, took his cup, and continued monitoring the data in front of him.

"How is it?" Jiang Hai, although not understanding, felt obligated as the boss to ask, even if he didn't fully comprehend it. He thought for a moment and asked Edward Anderson in front of him.

"Not bad. There are more things in the net now than before. Though the sea here isn't deep, there are many good things. In ten minutes, we can pull up the net," Edward said with a smile, pointing at the sonar display and the pressure bar on the net. However, just as he was speaking, his face suddenly changed. On the sonar map, two black bars had suddenly appeared. Each of these black bars appeared to be about four meters long. They were heading straight for the fishing net.

"What is this? A big fish?" Looking at the sonar readings, even Edward was a little confused.

At that moment, the figure seemed not to notice and plunged into Jiang Hai's fishing net.

The huge impact caused the boat to shake slightly, and the reading on the fishing net spiked. Edward immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and instructed Philemon to bring up the net. His sixth sense told him a big fish was caught, but before he could say anything, Philemon on the deck had already begun hauling up the net.

Philemon had been watching the pressure on the net from the start. When the pressure suddenly rose from 220 to 270, he knew that if it wasn't a big fish, it was likely a reef. Either way, he needed to bring the net up immediately. At this point, Jiang Hai didn't care about his coffee. He ran out of the hold and made his way to the deck as fast as possible. Edward also slowly stopped the boat and came to the deck.

By the time they arrived on deck, Philemon had already controlled the crane to lift the fishing net. The net, now a circle larger than before, was being slowly raised from the water, with a huge swordfish struggling within it. The pointed nose of the fish had already extended beyond the net. Seeing this giant, Jiang Hai's mouth hung open. This was the first time he had seen a swordfish, and it looked truly fierce!

"Bang! Bang!" Suddenly, a shark leapt out of the sea near the boat. Jiang Hai turned around and immediately recognized it as his pet, Dasha. He hadn't expected that his casual remark about driving a fish back would result in Dasha actually bringing one back—specifically, a swordfish!

"Boss, we're rich this time! This fish alone can be sold for 100,000 US dollars!" Philemon, who was controlling the crane, couldn't help but shout when he saw the fish.

"100,000?" Hearing Philemon's words, Jiang Hai swallowed his saliva. It seemed that fish farming was really a profitable business. Can a single fish really be sold for 100,000? His breathing became quicker.

He had never considered raising fish like this before.

As for Edward, when he looked at the swordfish, his eyes were also sparkling. But when he glanced at the sand tiger shark next to Jiang Hai, the light in his eyes grew even brighter. He hadn't expected Jiang Hai's pet to be so impressive!