Golden Fishery

The leatherback turtles are back, so is summer still far behind?

Qin Shiou thought optimistically, turned around and put his arms around Wei Ni, stroking her smooth skin, and the beautiful night began.

May 1st International Labor Day, but has nothing to do with Canada.

Labor Day in Canada is not on May 1st, but on the first Monday in September every year, and Labor Day in the United States is also on this day.

In the morning, Qin Shiou turned on the TV to watch the news after he came back from his morning run. He wanted to learn from Wei Ni and get in touch with the outside world through the news. He couldn't always live in his own small fishing ground.

As a fish farm owner who doesn't even know the Minister of Fisheries of the country, Qin Shiou felt that he had to reflect on it. He lived in the fish farm for the past year and said that he was enjoying life in name, but in fact he shut down his communication a bit.

But the news in the morning was not very interesting. It was so painful to introduce Labor Day there. It turned out that some employees in Toronto held demonstrations and demanded that Canada also implement the rule of celebrating Labor Day on May 1st.

Qin Shiou was baffled at first, what difference does it make when Labor Day is celebrated, and it's not Christmas.

Looking down, he understood that most people in Canada are immigrants. The countries where they used to live celebrated Labor Day, so Labor Day is a rest day. They can take this opportunity to go back to their hometowns to visit relatives or bring relatives and friends from their hometowns to reunite.

But now the Labor Day holiday in Canada is different from that of most countries. Many people do not have the same holidays with their friends and relatives, so naturally they cannot reunite.

Canada is a young country. Many festivals were slowly formed later, but Labor Day appeared earlier, born in 1894. This holiday was indeed won by the workers themselves.

Back in 1872, printers in Toronto went on strike for a 54-hour week. At that time, by order of the Governor-General of Canada, any trade union organization was considered illegal, and union organizers were thrown in jail.

This aroused the anger of the workers, and more than 10,000 workers held demonstrations. Forcing the then prime minister - a. -ald - to repeal anti-union laws and free union organizers.

The struggle of the workers did not end, and they held a second general strike. The government demanded that the 9-hour working system be adopted, but the government firmly refused, and the workers fought resolutely. The fight went on for so long that it eventually turned into an annual movement.

By 1894. Canada's prime minister at the time, John Thompson, simply designated the first Monday in September as Labor Day, because workers would hold parades on this day every year for many years.

Knowing some secret stories about Canada's Labor Day and International Labor Day, Qin Shiou decisively turned off the TV. He knew Canada better, but it didn't seem to help. He still didn't know who the deputy minister of fisheries was.

According to the agreed time, the catch will be produced in May, and Butler will give him a result, if Butler is willing to be a distributor. Then Qin Shiou will handle the catch to him. If he is unwilling, then start to expand from the seafood market in St. Johns.

morning. Qin Shiou was eating fruit and watching the nba replay, when the tiger and leopard outside the door suddenly roared.

He thought it was Butler who came, but when he went out, he saw a few white men he didn't know standing outside the gate. They all had a good temperament, and they didn't look like salesmen or the like.

There was a whistle. The tiger and the leopard closed their mouths and ran behind him wagging their tails. Qin Shiou went up to him and asked, "Hi. Gentlemen, who are you?"

The leading middle-aged white man stretched out his hand enthusiastically and asked, "Hello, we are from the Netherlands and we are the staff of the Van Gogh Museum. Are you Mr. Qin?"

"Yes." Qin Shiou shook hands with him, wondering why the people from the Van Gogh Museum came to him.

However, out of politeness, he still brought a group of four into the villa and served them coffee.

The leading white man introduced himself: "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Qin, I'm Delabodie-Jan Barker, the curator of the Van Gogh Museum, and these are my colleagues. We're here to pay you a special visit."

Qin Shiou was confused, so he also introduced himself, and then asked what the purpose of these people was.

Buck didn't answer his question directly, but praised his fishing ground. Qin Shiou smiled wryly. Could it be that people like the Van Gogh Museum want to make a painting based on their own fishing ground? That's fine, he can still spend money to buy a good painting, or frame it and hang it on the wall to look masculine.

The Dutch went around in circles, and Qin Shiou followed suit. Anyway, this is his home and he has plenty of time.

From fishing grounds to sports, from food to customs, these Dutch people still haven't cut into the topic.

Later, Qin Shiou became a little impatient, and Buck finally got to the point and asked, "Mr. Qin, do you have a painting by Mr. Van Gogh? "Sunset at Montmartre"?"

Hearing this, a flash of lightning flashed across Qin Shiou's mind, and he suddenly remembered that Little Blake seemed to have told him before that the Van Gogh Museum in the Netherlands had sent someone to contact him, hoping that they would sell Van Gogh's paintings Donate to the museum, say what belongs to the original owner.

Qin Shiou didn't take it seriously at the time, but now that he saw these people, he suddenly remembered, and subconsciously asked: "I do have this painting, but you are not planning to persuade me to donate this painting to you? "

Buck smiled and said, "No, how come? That painting is yours now, how could we let you donate it to the museum for free? That's right, we want to buy that painting, and the price is negotiable."

Qin Shiou was a little embarrassed. He came to buy the painting, but he had already agreed to sell the painting to Afef, and the transaction had reached the payment stage. It seemed that it would not be good to get the painting back, right?

Seeing that Qin Shiou didn't speak, Buck thought he was waiting for his quotation, so he said, "Mr. Qin, can you quote the price? If yes, we want to take that painting back."

Qin Shiou had no choice but to ask, "How much do you plan to pay?"

Barker said euphemistically: "Our museum is mainly of a public welfare nature, so the profitability is not very good, and the funds are not very abundant-what do you think of five million Canadian dollars?"

Qin Shiou blinked stupidly, and asked back, "How much did you say? Five million? Or Canadian dollars?"

Buck smiled and said: "Yes, this is the most money we can use. I know this price is not reasonable, but I hope you can make some contributions to public welfare, send "Montmajour Sunset" home, and let more people can see the great creation of Mr. Van Gogh."

Qin Shiou was a little speechless, I'm a layman, when are you doing charity work with me? If I really want to do charity, I will do it too. Donations are fine, but you want me to sell you five million Canadian dollars for an oil painting worth 50 million dollars. Isn't that a bit disrespectful to me?

On the contrary, Qin Shiou felt that Little Blake was in a better situation at that time. He would rather these people not make an offer, and just say that it would be better for him to donate this painting for the sake of his feelings. With this offer, his feelings and profits are gone... (to be continued)