Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 671: 404, King of the Sea 3 Chapter 671: 404, King of the Sea 3 All who traded here but then reneged or betrayed each other were killed for breaking the rules.

Thus, just outside the Taboo Land Location 065, even a production base had become a small town where many wilderness and Federal people traded. After each trade, they agreed to leave in opposite directions, east and west, to avoid any betrayal.

One must say, humans always managed to utilize nature to the fullest.

Qing Chen had heard about the small town just outside the Taboo Land Location 065 on the Outer World’s trending Weibo, people called it the Inner World’s New Dragon Inn…

Although the trade at Qing Mu there looked safe, Qing Chen always felt something was off.

After all, it was in the wilderness, still the Taboo Land, danger was always present.

Six hours later, Old John, with a cigarette in his mouth, stood in front of the crane and mumbled, “Qing, throw the grappling hook, we need to pull up the eight Pathfinding cages we deployed earlier!”

Zhang Jian gripped the steering wheel tightly inside the cockpit, not knowing if his palms were sweaty or wet from seawater.

If they could not find a crab cluster with the Pathfinding cages this time, it meant he had to move to another location and use more fuel.

Qing Chen once again snagged the buoy in one go.

When the crane’s ropes tightened, Old John immediately sensed the situation, “We’ve got something!”

That was the seasoned sailor’s intuition; just by glancing at the speed at which the crane lifted the crab trap, he knew whether there were King Crabs inside.

Now, Old John was also tense, watching the crane’s end, where the taut rope kept pulling up the crab trap.

When the crab trap surfaced, Old John was stunned.

The cage was full of densely packed King Crabs, and Nedup stared in shock, swearing he had never seen someone bring up so many King Crabs in one cage in his life.

Qing Chen turned back to look at Old John, “The crane!”

Old John snapped back to reality, hastily controlling the crane to suspend the crab trap directly above the deck.

Qing Chen untied the ropes at the bottom of the crab cage, and countless King Crabs tumbled out.

“Quick, count how many there are?!” Old John said impatiently.

Qing Chen glanced over, “132.”

Old John was stunned. He, wearing his bulky work gear, ran to the telephone, “Boss, we’ve found the Golden Crab Farm!”

Zhang Jian in the cockpit was stunned, Golden Crab Farm?!

What an ancient name.

Legend had it that in the Barents Sea, only a crab farm where one could catch one hundred and twenty King Crabs per cage deserved to be called a Golden Crab Farm!

Old John roared into the phone, “You’re going to be rich, hear me? You’re going to be rich!”

Afterward, Old John ordered the deck crew, “Quick, grab the caliper, see how many juvenile crabs don’t qualify!”

Qing Chen happily measured with the caliper, throwing the qualifying ones into the storage hold, and the non-qualifying ones back into the sea. Out of 132 King Crabs, only 6 didn’t qualify.

This was truly the Golden Crab Farm!

At that moment, Old John’s view of the young man and woman from China changed; he was very sure that they must possess some mythical magic!

The reason they said they liked this place was just an excuse; they must have really discovered the crab cluster undersea and guided the crabbing ship back here.

Otherwise, how could it all be such a coincidence?!

Moreover, if this young woman was that miraculous, then the sight of Qing Chen single-handedly catching the descending rope must certainly not have been an illusion!

Thinking this, Old John’s look at Qing Chen changed…

However, before he could think more, a crab fishing boat colored red and black swiftly approached from afar.

“Long Tail!” Old John’s face immediately darkened, “Not good, stow all the King Crabs into the storeroom, pretend we haven’t caught anything.”

This was the Golden Crab Farm, a crab farm capable of producing 132 crabs per cage, and they absolutely couldn’t let other crabbing ships know.

Otherwise, boats like Tiger Whale, Long Tail, and Alps would definitely come to share these King Crabs.

As Long Tail rapidly approached, Old John stood on the deck looking nonchalant.

Facing a mere ten meters away, a middle-aged Caucasian on Long Tail’s deck looked at Arctic’s empty crab cages and laughed loudly, “Old John, will Arctic end up empty-handed again this year? You might as well come aboard now, I’ll give you a ride.”

Old John shouted back irritably, “When I started crab fishing, you were still in school, being bullied into a snot-nosed brat, beat it, and keep away from our Pathfinding cages, don’t jinx us!”

The middle-aged Caucasian took another careful look at Arctic, then waved his hand to signal the helmsman to sail away.

Before Long Tail could sail far, the middle-aged man said to the sailors behind him, “Watch out! Arctic has found a crab farm!”

A sailor said in amazement, “But their crab cages are empty.”

The middle-aged man sneered, “Didn’t you notice their crab cage was positioned right in the middle of the deck? That clearly means they just unloaded a cage full of King Crabs. Plus, did you see how tense Old John was, standing so still on the deck? If it were before, he’d have already jumped up to send my mom away! Go tell Fern and Kreg over the radio, there’s definitely a crab farm down there at Arctic!”

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On Arctic, after Long Tail had left, Old John joyfully directed the crew to pull up the remaining Pathfinding cages.

The second cage, 113 crabs.

The third cage, 119 crabs.

The fourth cage, 127 crabs…

Not a single cage came up empty.