Golden Fishery

Qin Shiou's words with her brother-in-law moved Qin Shiou. He rubbed his chin, and several names appeared in his heart. They belonged to his better classmates and friends, and these people were not very happy. It seemed that he could do this business. Try it.

  He looked at the piles of Asian carp piled up in the ice store, and then thought about the fish still living in Lake Shenbao, and then made up his mind to try with friends, maybe this is indeed a way to make money.

  He certainly doesn’t need this way of making money. How much can freshwater fish sell for? He really wants to do this, so it's better to sell dried bonito. The fish farm has a huge stock of bonito, but for some people, these dried freshwater fish make a lot of money.

  The first thing he thought of was his little friend Qin Peng. After the call, Qin Peng had no interest in this business. He just wants to build his own car repair shop, not only to make money, it is also his hobby and dream, as for dried carp and grass carp, this is not his interest.

Then, Qin Shiou thought of the university monitor Zhong Dajun, who was also his good friend. When he came to Canada last time, he found that Zhong Dajun was not very good. He usually saw his friends circle or something, and he rarely posted status, only occasionally in the class. Appearing in the group, obviously the situation is not so good now.

Qin Shiou admires Zhong Dajun’s abilities very much. He was one of the best people in college when he was in college. He studied well, had strong self-control, was willing to endure hardships and could study hard. After graduation, he could only say that he was bad luck and did not have any work. What's improving.

When he thought of it, he called, but forgot that St. John's time was ten hours slower than in China. This time Zhong Dajun would still sleep in a dazed manner: "Hey, Lao Qin? Why do you call me at this time? What's the matter? Where is Ba Shi who is sleeping."

  It is estimated that Zhong Dajun is not awake yet. One mouthful of Mandarin with Sichuan accent.

  Qin Shiou was a little embarrassed, so he made a long story short: “I might have a good business here, and I can definitely do it anyway, but I don’t know how much money I can make. But I guess it’s not a big problem to make millions in a year.”

   "Renminbi? Don't tell me it's the yen." Zhong Dajun suddenly became sober. He is now short of money and opportunities.

  Qin Shiou said: "It's not RMB, it's Canadian dollar!"

   "Fuck. Are you kidding me, five million yuan? One year?" Zhong Dajun was shocked.

Except for Mao Weilong, the other classmates don’t know Qin Shiou’s real family background. They feel that a fishing farm may earn several million yuan a year and tens of millions of RMB, but they don’t know that Daqin Fishing Farm can bring hundreds of millions to Qin Shiou a year. The unit of income is still Canadian dollars!

  "How is your job now?" Qin Shiou changed the subject, he still doesn't know what Zhong Dajun is doing.

Zhong Dajun smiled bitterly and said: "Not very good. I worked hard to get to the position of a small supervisor. I feel angry every day, with customers and leaders. Alas, the domestic real estate market is sluggish this year. We decorate this piece and it is difficult to do it. ."

  Qin Shiou knew what he said. Said: "I'll book you a ticket. Forget it. You go find Kogoro. That guy is back in Canada these few days, and you guys will come together. You should resign and come and look at my project. Millions of Canadian dollars are not a big problem."

  Zhong Dajun happily agreed, other people might say this to him, maybe it will be regarded as a pyramid scheme or something. But he understands Qin Shiou's character and worth. Since he said one million dollars a year, even if you can't get one million Canadian dollars, it is always reliable to get one million yuan.

  An annual income of one million yuan, this is something he can't even think of by working now.

  A week later. It was a coincidence that Zhong Dajun followed Mao Weilong's family to Canada. The end of February is the due date for Wei Ni. She has entered the VIP ward of St. Mary's Hospital waiting for childbirth. Mao Weilong and others arrived at the right time.

On the day they landed in St. John’s, Winnie gave birth. With the experience of melon, Qin Shiou could barely sit still. He was waiting outside the delivery room with the melon in his arms. In fact, his heart was still up and down, but considering that Winnie was giving birth now It is the top specialist in obstetrics and gynecology he recruited from Boston through the American Express Group, and Winnie’s prenatal checkup is all normal, so there is no need to worry about it.

   Melon didn’t know what the old man was feeling. She looked at the delivery room door with her little finger and widened her eyes, and asked, “Dad, will my brother come out from there later?”

  Qin Shiou: "Huh?"

   "I said brother, will my brother come out from there?" Melon was a little impatient.

  Qin Shiou: "Yeah."

   "What kind of brother? Who is he like? Big fat or second fat?" Melon asked again, looking curious about the baby's appearance.

   "Almost-ah no, why do you always think about seals?" Qin Shiou was depressed, "your brother, of course you are almost the same!"

   Melon sighed, looking regretfully: "That's not fun, if he is as fat as fat, then I can play with him every day. Dad, have you listened to me?"

  Qin Shiou smiled bitterly: "Daddy is in a mess now, he can't listen to anything."

   Melon pouted her little mouth and said, "Then I went in to find my mother? If you don't accompany me, I will find my mother to accompany me."

Daguan Qin was convinced, and said helplessly, "Accompany, accompany, okay with your father? But can you be quiet? And when you have a younger brother, you will become an older sister. Your older sister should look like an older sister, don’t Do you know how to bully your younger brother? Don’t bully your younger brother like Little Bull, you think the Little Bull is fooled by you!"

   Melon grinned and asked in surprise: "Will my brother be as fun as the Mavericks?"

  Qin Shiou: "..."

  I dared to say a lot, but this girl didn't listen to a word. It was a waste of feelings.

  The delivery of the second child was much smoother than the first child. It only took a little more than six hours from pushing the child into the delivery room to the loud cry of the child.

The nurse walked out with a baby swaddling, Qin's father and mother Qin, sister and brother-in-law, Mario Miranda, and the teenagers all rounded up, and asked in a rush: "Is this our child?" "Boys and girls?" "How the **** is the child?" "Shall we see it?"

  Qin Shiou threw down the melon and tried to squeeze into the crowd, and asked excitedly: "How is my wife? How is my child?"

The nurse smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, you don’t need to worry. Everything is going well. Vinnie is resting inside. This is your son. He is a healthy boy like a tiger. But now he has to go to the constant temperature room for an examination, please Get out of the way."

  Qin Shiou smiled and stretched out his hand to open the baby swaddle and glanced at it. A wrinkled face was tucked inside. The little guy closed his eyes, and his small lips squirmed gently. He stopped crying and seemed to be sleeping.

Qin's father, Qin's mother and others wanted to follow along, but the nurse covered the child again, and then asked them to visit the parturient. So all of a sudden, a group of people rushed into the delivery room, leaving only a sweet guy sitting alone in the long silly. Chair. (To be continued~^~)