Naming Technique of the Night-Chapter 675 - 405 Sea Monster_3
Chapter 675: 405, Sea Monster_3
Chapter 675: 405, Sea Monster_3
Zhang Jian couldn’t help but look at the figure of the girl, only to see her throw a rope into the sea, pulling up the unharmed Qing Chen.
Zhang Jian and the others were shocked. Qing Chen really hadn’t died, and he seemed to be in good condition, apparently unafraid of the icy waters.
Who exactly is this person, and what has brought him to the Barents Sea?
Before this, Zhang Jian was quite certain he had never seen Qing Chen come up for air!
His gaze towards Qing Chen and the girl changed. Now, even if someone told him that the girl could fly, he wouldn’t be surprised at all!
Only to see Qing Chen laugh heartily and say, “All taken care of.”
As he spoke, he tossed the several daggers he was holding onto the deck, and the girl whispered, “You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”
Qing Chen thought for a moment, “These people don’t hold any deep grudges against me; there’s no need for a bloodbath here.”
“Hmm,” the girl nodded with a smile, already holding a dry towel to hand to Qing Chen, “Do you need my help drying off?”
“Cough, no need,” Qing Chen, who hadn’t choked underwater, nearly choked after coming aboard due to the girl.
Seeing the three crabbing boats approaching from the perimeter, Qing Chen thought for a moment before going back into the cabin, “I’ll go change. If they ask, just say we don’t know anything.”
Zhang Jian and Old John thought to themselves, this guy must have done something to those three crabbing vessels!
But the sea was so dark that even they had no idea what really happened.
And, where on earth did those thrown daggers come from?!
The Tiger Whale Ship arrived first; the three crabbing boats were only about ten meters apart from the Arctic. Fern, with a binoculars in hand, spotted the scattered daggers on the deck at a glance.
“Didn’t expect you hid so deep this time,” Fern said to Zhang Jian with a cold sneer from afar, “Where’s the ‘Sea Monster’? Let him come out and greet everyone.”
Zhang Jian was stunned for a moment, his eyes nervously searching the surroundings, “Sea Monster? The Barents Sea monster?!”
Fern sneered: “Stop pretending. How come you dare to stay here? Turns out there’s an expert on board. I thought you really had no sailors left to use. By the way, who did you invite over? Some of your father’s old crew? Did you use up all the favors your father accumulated?”
Zhang Jian suddenly realized that the ‘sea monster’ and ‘father’s old crew,’ which Fern mentioned before, were actually referring to Qing Chen!
It must have been something Qing Chen did under the sea that made Fern come over with such sarcasm.
Zhang Jian thought for a moment, counted the daggers with his head down, nine in total.
He looked curiously at Fern and asked, “Your nine sailors couldn’t beat just him?”
Zhang Jian was genuinely curious as he asked this; he wanted to know exactly what kind of person Qing Chen was, but to Fern, it sounded like a full-blown taunt.
The damage wasn’t significant, but the insult was profound.
Zhang Jian continued, “Why target the Arctic specifically? Even without a quota from the Arctic, you can still earn millions of Euros a year.”
At this moment, the captain of the Alps Ship also said coldly, “Why insist on clinging to your ship? Wouldn’t it be nice to take four crabbing boats and merge them into a public company? Isn’t earning money in the stock market faster than at sea? Sailors could also get stock options and bonuses. We all strive hard at sea for a secure retirement, don’t we? Wives beg their husbands not to go to the sea anymore, but true sailors still pack their bags. If they see whales, they cheer, and when they encounter icebergs as large as mountains, they pray devoutly. New sailors will hear the stories of their forefathers and come to the mysterious Barents Sea, and in the future, even more will come for the stories. But if sailors and captains lose their freedom, then these stories will also fade.”
Kreg paused for a moment, but he said nothing more.
He sneered, “Good luck then. I hope you really catch enough King Crabs to get through this year. If you can’t make it, your crabbing license will be auctioned off again, and we can just buy it at a judicial auction.”
At that moment, Old John on the deck glanced at the time and suddenly said, “It’s time to haul up the crab pots.”
Zhang Jian glanced at Old John, knowing the man wanted to pull up the brimming crab pots and, right there, infuriate Kreg and the rest…
“Then let’s haul them up and see our catch!” Zhang Jian said aloud.
The next moment, Qing Chen, who had already changed back into his work clothes, came out of the cabin and hooked onto the rope under the buoy with a grappling hook in one try.
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Qing Chen smiled at Old John and said, “Hoist!”
Those who had planned to leave, such as Kreg and Fern, stopped and stood silently on the deck, waiting.
The Arctic’s winch roared to life, and when the crab pot surfaced, everyone held their breath, only to see it filled to the brim with King Crabs, each larger than a washbasin!
Fern and the other seasoned captains of the Barents Sea needed just this glance to know that the legendary Golden Crab Farm had been found by the Arctic!
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