Go fetch a tractor, this lord wants to tour the coast.
Fang Er instructed Li Shun.
For schools of fish, using a trawl net or a seine net is the best option. We need to find a place to launch the boats.
Tractors are now equipped in various workshops, as this thing is far superior to livestock.
Before long, a tractor head was brought over. Fang Er dropped off Chai Lingwu and drove it himself along the coast to find a suitable location.
Since the oil mill was not far to the east of the dock, and the area was largely marshland, Fang Er drove the tractor westward along the coast.
He drove a good five to six li before finding a suitable spot.
The coast here was a cliff, and the waves below continuously beat against the stone wall. Standing on the cliff, he took out his binoculars and looked down. The seawater was clear, and one could almost see the rubble at the bottom.
Fish swam through the crevices, and large crabs brandished their claws menacingly.
It was evident that large fishing boats could not be launched in such a place, or they would capsize in the water the next second.
Fang Er waved his right hand in the air, and a three-story yacht appeared out of nowhere on the sea below.
These had been exchanged before; there were three in total.
They were 18.33 meters long, 4.71 meters wide, and had a draft of 1 meter.
The system was as reliable as ever; the yacht's 5,500-liter fuel tank and 350-liter freshwater tank were both full.
He left the tractor on the cliff. After searching for a path down, he couldn't find one, so he took out a rope, tied one end to the tractor, and then lowered himself down.
Once he reached the base of the cliff and stood on the reef, he grabbed the rope and gave it a shake. The knot tied to the tractor was skillfully loosened by the jolt and fell down.
He put away the rope, took off his clothes, and jumped into the water, swimming towards the stern of the yacht.
He had to admit, although the weather had warmed up, the water was still damn cold!
By the time he climbed onto the yacht, Fang Er was shivering uncontrollably.
He had only seen this kind of thing in his previous life and had never been on one.
He first examined the interior layout.
At the stern was a small platform. Walking inside, there were two glass doors. Pushing them open revealed what looked like a super luxurious lounge.
It was equipped with everything, including a refrigerator, a bar, a wine cabinet, sofas, and a coffee table.
Around the corner of the lounge was a staircase leading down. Fang Er peered down and exclaimed, "Damn, there's a KTV down here!"
Going up further, the topmost level was an open-air flat deck. In the center of this deck was a swimming pool, and in the middle of the pool, a waterbed was floating.
Next to the pool were parasols and lounge chairs. This was truly something, only missing a couple of bikinis.
No wonder they say rich people play on yachts; with this setup, how many women could resist?
He found the cockpit and looked at the nameplate on the control panel, exclaiming, "Holy crap!"
This small vessel was equipped with three 600-horsepower engines, with a cruising speed of 26 knots and a maximum speed of 31 knots.
One knot was one nautical mile, which converted to 1.825 kilometers.
In other words, this yacht, less than 20 meters long, had an economical speed of 47 kilometers per hour and a top speed of 56 kilometers per hour.
Damn, it was simply unimaginable!
Finding the start button, the three engines at the stern sprayed white foam.
High-end ingredients~~
Pah!
A high-end yacht requires only the simplest operation.
After fumbling around, the yacht suddenly shot forward. Fang Er, caught off guard, was thrown against the cockpit wall.
Cough, cough~~ It really has some kick!
He slowly got up from the ground, rubbing his bleeding nose, and exclaimed.
He couldn't help it; his face had hit the floor when he slid down the wall.
The yacht was still moving forward. The throttle on this thing was like an airplane's; once pushed into position, it stayed there.
He glanced at the electronic displays next to the steering wheel, which were all dark.
Alright, no maritime charts, no GPS, but Fang Er surprisingly found a sonar radar.
What the heck, why would a yacht for entertainment and leisure be equipped with sonar?
System: Idiot! Do you think the rich and famous wait around like commoners when they fish?
Fang Er: ???
Damn it, fishing with cheats now?
Well, the world of the wealthy is indeed something I haven't experienced.
But that was in my previous life. This life, hehehehehe~~~~
He pushed the throttle to maximum, oriented himself, and then sped directly into the deep sea.
With a draft of only one meter, what was there to fear!
After sailing for about five minutes, he turned off the engines and went to the top deck. Looking at the boundless sea around him, Fang Er couldn't help but recall a line of poetry.
"Clasping my robes, I gaze at the vast sea, leaning on the carriage, I admire the spring blossoms.
The accumulated currents traverse the earth's boundaries, the scattered streams lead to the celestial river."
Uh, it seems like Li Shimin wrote this!
No matter who wrote it, borrowing it for use isn't illegal.
He glanced at the time; it was already three in the afternoon. It was important to get down to business.
Who is this business, you ask?
I have no idea either.
With a wave of his hand, a trawl fishing boat appeared out of nowhere. Its massive hull entered the water, causing the sea surface to churn with huge waves!
Even though Fang Er deliberately made the fishing boat appear a hundred meters away, he was still drenched by the waves.
The yacht, like a small boat in a storm, was violently tossed about by the waves and only calmed down after a while.
Fang Er, filled with lingering fear, wiped the seawater from his face and looked at the huge fishing boat not far away, exclaiming.
Damn! It's really powerful!
When he exchanged for it, it was just an icon in the system space. Now, seeing the actual object, it was even longer than a five-masted warship.
He opened the system warehouse and looked at the fishing boat's data, and Fang Er was completely stunned.
You son of a bitch!
It was 72 meters long, 13.7 meters wide, with a full load displacement of 3,400 tons, a draft of 4.4 meters, and it had 40 cold storage units with a capacity of 20 tons each.
The designed ship speed was 13 knots, with a crew of 35 people.
Looking at this string of data, Fang Er began to calculate. The 40 cold storage units could ensure the freshness of 800 tons of fish.
One boat, 800 tons; six boats, 4,800 tons.
In addition, there were six seine net fishing boats of the same size. Together, they could catch 9,600 tons of fish in one trip.
The deficit that Fang Xuanling mentioned seemed to be around 360 million jin, which converted to 180,000 tons?
So easy?
Fang Er: ......
He felt that this natural disaster didn't seem as troublesome as he had imagined.
With a sense of accomplishment, he sailed the yacht to the stern of the trawl fishing boat, where there was an access channel for the catch. He bent down and jumped in, carefully examining this fishing boat.
Even though the item was good, he had to understand how to use it, right?
While he was busy here, the dock was in an uproar.
Li Shun, Ma Baoguo, Chai Lingwu, and others waited and waited but he didn't return, and they started to worry. He had driven off in the tractor alone, and if anything happened, it would be a big problem!
The entire Liaodong region was counting on him.
Chai Lingwu looked at Li Shun and the others with displeasure: "What are you all standing around for?
Get the cars and boats out and find him for me!
If you can't find him, none of you are coming back!"