My Manor

"Wow, there are a lot of fish sellers!" Jiang Hai said with some surprise as he watched the crowds coming in and out.

"It's only January, and it's still the coldest time, so there aren't too many people selling fish here. If it were October, there would be several times more people here than now," Philemon, who was standing next to Jiang Hai, laughed and said. Hearing his words, Jiang Hai couldn't help but nod in surprise. Looking around, he saw that there were thousands of people in the entire fish market. If there were several times more, wouldn't that mean there would be tens of thousands of people selling every day? It seems that the fish market is quite profitable.

While Jiang Hai and Philemon were chatting, the fishing boat slowly approached the fish market.

Most general offshore fishing boats are more than 20 meters long, and those over 30 meters can go to the ocean for fishing.

Of course, the real big ships are purse seine fishing boats, which can be as long as 70 or 80 meters, or even hundreds of meters.

But in terms of trawling, Jiang Hai's fishing boat is already the largest among the trawlers.

After arriving at the fish market, this giant naturally attracted the attention of many people.

"Hey, Turner, aren't you supposed to be a cowboy?" Among those who noticed the fishing boat, many were from Winthrop. They knew Philemon, who had the skills of a fisherman but insisted on doing cowboy work.

"Who says cowboys can't fish? It's really strange." Hearing the comments about the fishing boat below, Philemon shouted back from the fishing boat. Hearing his voice, Jiang Hai couldn't help but laugh.

If he hadn't been forced to come here, Philemon probably wouldn't have wanted to be a fisherman at all.

"Okay, Philemon, stop arguing with them. Go to the fish shop and tell the manager how many fish we have here, and then I'll line up," Edward Anderson, who was inside, said as he stretched his head out. There must be order, even if the boat is big. First come, first served — that's a rule everyone in the United States follows. If someone cuts in line, it could lead to a conflict. In the United States, except for ladies, no one gets priority.

Even ladies have no priority when selling fish. According to these fishermen, even the president of the United States would have to wait in line! Hearing Edward's words, Philemon responded, then went down to the first floor. As the boat approached the dock, he jumped off and ran toward the fish shop in the distance.

As for Jiang Hai, he sat on the armor plate and looked at the scenery outside. To be honest, Jiang Hai was not the type of rich man he imagined.

Since arriving in Boston, apart from the time he went to buy a boat, he hadn't properly visited the city. Boston is one of the oldest cities in the United States. Now, looking at the shore from the boat, Jiang Hai felt a little fresh.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go shopping, but he simply didn't know how to shop, and no one accompanied him. There were only two young people in his manor, but both Harriman and Bell-Lester were busy. Every day, they had to feed the cows, clean the dung, and check for injuries or sickness. When they finally had free time, they had to inspect the manor fences to see if they were damaged or if anyone was sneaking in.

Cowboys don't have days off, so they were always busy, which made Jiang Hai a little speechless.

At the same time, he didn't know what to do on the street. It was boring to shop alone, especially without anyone to accompany him. Not to mention girls, there wasn't even a man to join him. Sometimes when he wanted to buy clothes or food, he'd go straight to Winthrop where he could find everything.

If that didn't work, he could shop online. Amazon and EB in the U.S. were just as good as domestic online shopping websites. Even the after-sales service was better, so Jiang Hai couldn't be bothered to move, even if he was in Boston to enjoy the scenery.

"Too boring..." Jiang Hai muttered quietly, watching the boats slowly move forward and the scenery on both sides of the strait recede.

Though it was boring, Jiang Hai was a bit too lazy to change. He had to admit that the more he stayed in one place, the lazier he became, especially young people like him. He was reluctant to engage with the outside world. Plus, he wasn't short of money and had his own small circle, so he became more and more lazy. Although this wasn't ideal, he was happy.

While Jiang Hai was lost in thought, many people were looking at him. As the saying goes, "You are looking at the scenery, and the people looking at the scenery are looking at you." Of course, looking at Jiang Hai was different from the original meaning of this phrase.

Originally, this phrase referred to looking at beautiful women. Even if they weren't beautiful, they had to be handsome. But Jiang Hai was neither a beautiful woman nor a handsome man. Strictly speaking, he was just a curious manor owner.

These people weren't looking at Jiang Hai; they were looking at the money behind him.

Although Boston is on the East Coast and there are many Chinese people, not many people knew Jiang Hai here.

But many of them knew Philemon and Edward. They had heard that these two had joined Green Forest and knew that the company was bought by a young Chinese boss.

So now, when they looked at Jiang Hai, they assumed he was the boss.

"It seems there's nothing special about him. He doesn't look like a rich man."

"Chinese people are all rich nowadays. You don't understand. Maybe he's the son of a high-ranking official or a wealthy businessman!"

"He looks a little short. His body is okay, but he's too pale. He doesn't look like a man who fights at sea at all! Instead, he looks like a pretty boy."

"Is this a billionaire? Haha..."

The fishermen began to whisper among themselves, though their whispers still reached Jiang Hai's ears. He could only curl his lips at what they said. He had long been used to people talking about him.

When he married his wife — oh, his ex-wife — people talked about him too.

They said he was lucky and a gigolo, but in that environment, he could only endure it.

What those people said was a hundred times worse than what the fishermen said now. Though the fishermen didn't say anything nice, at least they were honest. In Jiang Hai's ears, that was a compliment.

Amid the crowd's discussions, Jiang Hai's fishing boat slowly moved forward. Not long after, it arrived at the fish shop's entrance. Philemon and the others had been waiting for a while and immediately boarded the fishing boat with a group of helpers from the shop, heading to the room where the live fish were kept. As soon as they walked in, everyone gasped.

"It's really an Atlantic blue marlin. You've made a fortune!" One of the big men, seeing the blue marlin in the pool, punched Philemon on the chest and said excitedly.

"Haha, it's not me who's made a fortune, but our boss. Okay, enough talking. Let's move these fish quickly!" Philemon laughed and said. The crew had already hooked up a crane to lift the pool out of the hold.

When the pool was brought into the fish shop, the people who had been watching couldn't help but gasp.

"Wow, an Atlantic blue marlin, it's actually a live one!" Seeing the massive figure in the pool, the other large fish seemed small in comparison, and everyone's attention was focused on the blue marlin.

"Good fellow, you're so lucky to catch such a fish." At this time, an old man came out of the fish shop. He appeared to be in his fifties or sixties but was still strong. When he saw Edward Anderson park the boat and jump off, the old man walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You're lucky to catch this one."

"This is all thanks to our boss. He's the lucky one." Philemon and Edward knew that the blue marlin was caught because of the sand tiger shark raised by Jiang Hai. Without the shark, they would never have caught the blue marlin. Hearing the old man's words, Edward smiled and didn't take credit.

"Lucky guy, this fish is amazing, especially since it's a live blue marlin. I'll give you $100,000 for this fish alone." If sold by weight, the fish wouldn't be worth that much. Even the legendary bluefin tuna wouldn't fetch $100,000, but this blue marlin was alive.

If handled correctly, the fish could be sold to rich people or sent to an aquarium. Whether the U.S. government or wealthy individuals, they would gladly pay $100,000 or even more for a live blue marlin. Of course, this also required proper handling; otherwise, Jiang Hai could sell the fish for less.

"Deal, you can look at the other fish. We had a good catch today." After shaking hands with the old man, Jiang Hai smiled and said. Upon hearing his words, the old man wasn't in a hurry and made the transaction for the blue marlin first. He transferred $100,000 to Jiang Hai, and once the payment was confirmed, the old man quickly had the fish sent away. After all, a dead blue marlin would be worthless, and he didn't want to lose money.