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Blumberg smiled at Xiao Peng and said, "Actually, this logic is very simple. It's just that you're putting your life on the line for it."

McAfee also said, "Xiao, let me ask you, do fishermen make money?"

Xiao Peng didn't know how to answer this question. Since ancient times, fishermen all ate and looked at the sky and looked at the sea. If the heavens rewarded the rice, then the income would be higher. Moreover, there was still some risk involved. It was just a small matter to break the fishing net, what if there was a storm? That's not easy.

Looking at Xiao Peng's thoughtful expression, McPhee answered, "Think about it, if your seafood market really could attract so many people, would it further increase your hometown's reputation? Is there going to be a lot of development for tourism? Then there will be many other related industries, such as transportation, seafood processing, catering, crafts production, and so on. This way, it won't just provide you fishermen with a large number of jobs, but also provide you with an opportunity to transform. Their income can only be higher, not lower, compared to becoming a fisherman. "

McAfee said, "You're giving the fishermen in your hometown a new place to move around. Do you know the principle that it's better if you develop that place and allow the fishermen to earn a more stable income?"

When Xiao Peng heard this, he slapped his own forehead. "Crap, I can't believe I didn't figure out such a simple logic. I'm really stuck at a dead angle." Mike Fei was absolutely right. The reputation of the Thousand Mile Rock seafood dish was getting more and more famous. If it really could attract people's attention and more tourists and seafood merchants poured into the town, how much income would it bring to the town? The catering tourism industry in the Four Islands Town will definitely make a profit first, followed by the logistics industry. Do you need to transport seafood as fast as possible? Even if it was just air freight, it would still take the four islands town to get to the airport quickly, right? There was also the seafood processing industry. With so many tourists, the demand for seafood was especially high, especially for dried seafood. How much economic revenue will this generate? One must know, the fishermen working at sea were all men while the women were at home. If that was the case, then all of the family's labor force could be put to good use and there would be no need to worry about the risks at sea. Now that the four islands forbade fishing off the coast, why not take this opportunity to go ashore and raise their income?

Xiao Peng raised his wine cup. "Thank you for answering my question. I've hesitated for a long time over this matter. I toast to the two of you."

Blumberg smiled. "Even if we hadn't said it, you would have figured it out yourself. You've only got the tip of the bull's horn." However, after they finished talking, the three of them still clinked their cups and drank up.

Blumberg put down his glass and said to Xiao Peng, "Well, it's time to go back. I have to get back to New York tonight."

Xiao Peng was stunned when he heard that. "Michael, why are you leaving?"

Bloomberg laughed, "Of course, if I were here, none of you would be happy. After all, I'm not John. I can say a few words about your career and life. I don't think there is anyone else who can live better than this old fellow, so I'll leave the rest to him. "

Xiao Peng hurriedly said, "Michael, we'll only be happy if you stay here."

Blumberg waved his hand and said, "Xiao, stop teasing me. Look at your group of girlfriends, they all want to eat me up. They don't feel like coming here to celebrate with you, so I might as well leave. My private jet has been waiting for me for a long time."

Xiao Peng scratched his head. "We're both ordinary friends."

Blumberg smiled. "Right. When I was young, I had many 'ordinary friends'."

"Huh?" Xiao Peng didn't know what to say.

However, it was Mike Fei who patted Xiao Peng on the shoulder, "Alright, let Michael go first. Or do you not want to play with me, an old man? Mr. Samuel. "

"Eh?" Xiao Peng was dumbfounded. Why did McPhee call him Samuel? Xiao Peng looked at Bloomberg with suspicion. Bloomberg laughed, "This isn't any big secret. As long as you put your heart into it, you will know this fact, right?"

Xiao Peng finally understood why Bloomberg had specially come to greet him and introduce him to McPhee. McPhee was also willing to come, since he knew his other identity. They were all old merchants as expected, and had taken a liking to his other identity.

However, even so, Xiao Peng still felt grateful towards them. The feeling of being taken seriously was not bad at all.

Blumberg left with his bodyguard. McPhee looked at Xiao Peng. "That's enough, the coldfield king has already left. Let's celebrate."

Xiao Peng looked at McPhee, who was surrounded by beautiful ladies. "John, I have a question for you."

"Oh? Ask away. " Xiao Peng looked at McPhee. "Have you never been tired of living?"

Mike Fei looked at the beauties around him, then looked at the girls on the dance floor, and smiled thoughtfully: "I understand what you mean, hm, you guys have a poem in China that I remember very well, the poem said: 'Let's forget about it now, let's forget about it now', the poem said: 'Let's forget about it, let's not worry about it now, let's drink today, let's worry about tomorrow'. I think this poem suits me too well. Let's not say that it's not suitable for you first. I just want you to remember that you're not even 25 yet. Don't look back when you reach my age.

Xiao Peng was just about to speak when he heard someone call out to him from behind, "My tough brother, I miss you so much." Xiao Peng turned around and gave himself a warm hug with a muscle and a stick. Xiao Peng didn't even need to look to know that it was 50.

Here comes the client.

"Amma lied to me again. He said a bunch of supermodels were with you, and there were Vimes Angels, but not them?" He looked at the girls beside Xiao Peng and asked.

Xiao Peng shook his head. "These girls aren't here to come with me. They were brought here by John."

"John?" He looked in the direction Xiao Peng pointed. "Mr. McPhee?"

"Oh, I remember you, you're the rapper, what's your name? "Amma?"

Amma, who was approaching, didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. "I'm Amma, Mr. McPhee. I'm white."

"Oh, I'm sorry," McPhee said apologetically. "I usually only listen to Kurt Coburn. I don't know much about rapper. "Come, let's have a drink and apologize."

That's what McPhee said. Fifty client and Amma raised their glasses, and the three of them toasted. With a capitalist like McPhee, even Amma and 50

For a superstar like Cent, he had to think of his own attitude. After all, in the face of these capitalists, Amma and 50 client are only poor.

However, after hearing what McPhee said, Xiao Peng didn't know what to say. The old gramps actually said that he only listened to Kotkopin's song? Alright, the old man's taste. It was really heavy!

The name Kotkopin was not known to many young people now, but it was known to everyone back to twenty or thirty years ago, and anyone who listened to European and American music would never be able to avoid it. Even if they didn't know his name, they still knew his band's name. That was the rock band that shook the world, Nirvana, also known as the Nirvana band.

Kotkopin, so to speak, was the only mythical figure in rock music in the 1990s.

In those days, the Rebirth caused a sensation with its unique Seattle style of junk rock, especially when their second album, "Never Mind," was released. Their craze for rock and roll immediately drowned out all other music. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that a super Heavenly King like Mike Jackson would have to hide a little when facing Nirvana. Michael Jackson, who was in the prime of his life, was at the top of the bulletin board led by the 'Never mind' album.

But genius was always lonely, and while everyone was going crazy for Kotkopin, Kotkopin was lost in drugs, even after he had married his wife, even when he had taken drugs with her during pregnancy, for which the couple had lost custody of their children.

Finally, under these circumstances, Kotkopin broke down and one day he committed suicide. The suicide note read: "I have no passion left, so instead of dying, I might as well burn." There was one small thing that showed how red Kotkopin was. His methods of suicide had caused a stir in the galaxy, and many people had committed suicide in imitation of his: with a shotgun in their mouths, they had blown their own heads off.

However, this did not affect Kotkopin's position in the history of Star countries. His career in the music industry, while short, was absolutely explosive. To this day, he is still the incarnation of the hero on the altar of rock and roll.

McPhee, it has to be said, has a really strong taste. You know, the Nirvana is made up of junk rock, the 'half-breed' of heavy metal and punk rock, and listen to his albums. This really didn't seem like a song that a seventy-year-old old man would listen to.

"That damned old Michael is finally gone. It's time for our orgy, girls. Let the new brothers relax."

The girl who had come with him was obedient. She ran to the side of the group and started dancing in close proximity to them. Mike Fei smiled at Xiao Peng, "You don't need me to arrange a girl for you. I think the girl you brought is of higher quality."

"Well, we're just friends." Even though he said that, Xiao Peng still felt joy in his heart. Everyone understood a man's vanity. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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