As Joe said.

Hessen sent to Lovgang to assist him, who was so capable.

Whether it is the location and construction of Yonggu Fortress, or the location and construction of three forts, including fish belly, fish intestines, and fish belly, as well as the preparation and selection of town halls, town councils, as well as the reorganization and training of water police and anti-smuggling teams... the people sent by Hessen took care of everything in an orderly manner without any confusion.

This is the foundation that a big family should have.

So, after walking around the Yonggu Fortress and the fort construction site at the nearest Fish Belle Wharf, standing for a short while, and having a photojournalist stationed in Lövgang, the Tulum Port Post took a few photos, Joe took his people to the Sweet Shrimp Tavern.

Under the attentive reception of Old Doli, Joe and a group of confidants drank a little delicious cherry wine and played cards for a while. Joe even won more than a dozen silver Finneys.

At lunch time, the group enjoyed a delicious seafood meal and recorded the fee on the bill of the Lofgang Branch.

At less than one o'clock in the afternoon, a fast frigate hung half a sail and dragged a large fishing boat to leave the old Pier of Lofgang.

Behind this medium-sized fishing boat, there are two full fast frigates!

Lövgang has extraordinary significance for Tulun Port. In the past, 90% of smuggled goods in Tulun Port flowed in through the three large wharfs of Luvgang Old Wharf, fish belly, fish intestines and fish belly.

Tulun Port is the only sea outlet of the Empire in the southern Storm Ocean. Controlling the Lovgang is equivalent to controlling almost all maritime smuggling in the south of the Empire.

This represents astronomical wealth... This wealth can be handed over to the empire, left in a place, or even included in a private pocket. The specific distribution depends on the Duke of Ross, Hessen, and the current seven-member Committee of Tulum Port plans.

It is precisely because this represents astronomical wealth that the water police force just formed in Lovgang actually has two old-fashioned third-class battleships and supporting battleships; while the anti-smuggling team in Lovgang is equipped with twelve old-fashioned fast frigates.

Whether it is the water police or the anti-smuggling team, from top to bottom, they are all from Qiao and from the Vitu family.

And Qiao has never been a person who is too rude.

When fishing in the sea, you may not encounter any danger. Then mobilizing three fast frigates to protect each other is obviously a very reasonable thing for Qiao, who was shot on the street a while ago.

Offshore less than three miles away.

The sun shines brightly, the sea water is blue, the breeze blows gently, and small waves hit the hull, making a subtle sound.

The three frigates are seven or eight hundred feet apart and are lined up in the direction of the outer sea.

Qiao's fishing boat was on the side of the coast, shirtless and wearing shorts. The barefoot Qiao was carrying a big fishing rod and waved the fishing rod with great enthusiasm. He heard a "swish" sound, and he threw the hook that hung the bait nearly a hundred feet away.

"Fishing, I am a master... It's not that I brag, Gorkin and I learned the skills, but later Gorkin's sea fishing was not as good as me!"

Qiao proudly boasted: "When I was ten years old, I caught two hundred pounds of salmon!"

On the deck of the fishing boat, Lan Mujin sat quietly in the shadow of the door beside the cabin, her eyes narrowed, as if she was dozing off.

Lan Ji Kung carried a fishing rod with interest. She was a little unfamiliar and busy for a while. Finally, with the help of a sailor, she swung the fishing rod and threw the hook out.

"To be honest, I have never caught fish with a fishing rod." Lan Kikyong smiled brightly: "I am more used to diving, hunting directly with a knife, or hunting fish with other methods... It's the first time I'm fishing rod."

Qiao raised his eyebrows and glanced at Lan Jigong.

He remembered the two brothers Lan Likong and Lan Mujin, a bunch of chaotic skills such as "survival in the wild".

He curled his lips a little jealously. Qiao looked at Lan Kikyo, who was holding the fishing rod nervously, and deliberately amplified his voice and laughed: "Where, who will count? By dinner time, who caught the least fish... a barrel of rum is fined!"

The first time fishing with a fishing rod?

At this moment, Qiao's heart was full of jokes and malice.

Billy, who was fiddling with a large spreader, suddenly looked up and looked at Joe with great concern: "Boss, will the loser punish him for a barrel of rum?"

Joe gave Billy a blank look: "No, who loses, who drinks a barrel of rum!"

Billy grinned at once: "It's not that you're fined to buy wine, but that you're fined to drink? Ah, wise boss, I agree with your proposal!"

‘Swish swish swish’, Billy and a few chubby policemen helped and put a set of floating hooks into the sea.

Fist-sized white buoys floated on the sea surface and were gently pushed by the waves to float away. On the long rope, there were hundreds of such buoys, and under each buoy was a fishing line, with sweet bait hanging on it.

Billy and his companions smiled sneakily.

How could they use this large fishing tackle to fish with sea rods? How could they use this kind of large fishing tackle to come more and faster?

On the fishing boat, Yaya Peter and a few companions were also a little unfamiliar. With the help of the sailors, they finally threw the hook into the sea. They smiled relaxedly and cheered each other up, but they could not become the unlucky guy who had to drink a barrel of rum.

Apart from Billy, several other chubby policemen gathered at the stern.

Here is a set of pulleys specially used to catch large fish. They hung bloody fresh animal meat on the fine steel hooks with a size of a human head and a shape that looked like blooming flowers, and then threw the hook into the sea.

The pulley was rotating, and the rope as thick as a thumb was quickly released, and it was soon released more than a thousand feet long.

After several policemen finished their work, a guy shouted happily: "Dear boss, the person who catches the least is punished to drink, so what about the person who catches the most?"

Qiao stared at the buoy on the sea in the distance without looking back, and shouted without looking back: "The one who catches the most? The girl from the Sweet Shrimp Tavern, tonight, you can choose whatever you want, as long as you have the physical strength... Haha... take the account of the points!"

A happy laugh suddenly erupted from the fishing boat, and the captain of the large fishing boat suddenly poked his head out of the rudder cabin: "Dear Mr. Qiao, what about us?"

Qiao waved his hand suddenly: "Everyone on the ship, including the people on the frigate, come together! Haha!"

Qiao smiled happily and said, "Then, the number of places increases, the number of people caught is increased. Each of them has to drink a barrel of rum... The ten people caught the most fish, go to the sweet shrimp tavern tonight, and all expenses are recorded in the branch account!"

On the fishing boat, there were even louder and louder laughter.

The sailors of the fishing boat climbed onto the mast with great enthusiasm, waved two signal flags, and quickly waved the flags to the frigate hundreds of feet away.

On the masts of the three frigates, the sailors in charge of looking up raised the signal flag in their hands and sent back the inquiry flag.

The sailor of the fishing boat quickly made a affirmative and resolute reply.

So, from afar, laughter and screams came from the three frigates at the same time. The water police who were originally standing lazily on the deck basking in the sun were also busy.

Suddenly, a considerable force came from Qiao's fishing rod. Qiao suddenly widened his eyes and laughed happily: "Haha, there is a little cutie here who has taken the hook. Oh, oh, it should be a big guy, big guy... ready to copy the net, copy the net..."

Two sailors ran over with a net and hurriedly. Qiao was about to fight wits and courage with the fish who had taken the bait. Laplaci's sharp and delicate voice suddenly rang.

"Dear Scarlett...Oh, poor Laplaci, have been waiting for your call these days! And you have not!"

"I know, you have a very cute, very charming traveler's check...the numbers on it are very shocking!"

"You haven't thought of redeeming it for jingling gold coins, or brushing up the croaking banknotes, and then...get some valuable knowledge from me?"

"Since you got this cute, charming traveler's check, I've been waiting for your call, and you've been wasting your life! Look at what you're doing? As Crimson, you're fishing! You're actually fishing!"

Joe was frightened by Laplaci's sudden voice. He exerted force and with a "click", the fishing rod in his hand was crushed to pieces by him. The big fish that had already been hooked struggled hard and immediately dragged the broken fishing rod and fled quickly.

"Oh! No! My little cutie!" Qiao yelled angrily!

"Oh! Sorry! Your fish ran away... So, do you want to think about it carefully? That check has been lying in the dark bag on your chest for half a month!"

Qiao's face looked a little ugly. He looked at the powder remaining on the fishing rod in his hand and sighed heavily: "Another fishing rod... Let me think about it carefully, think about it carefully..."

A small boat, only twenty feet long and could only accommodate four or five people, was sailing, sailing towards this side from the east of Tulum Port.

The plenipotentiary of the Ice Sea Kingdom, the tall and thin Sherlock, was exposed like Joe, wearing a pair of shorts, an exquisite small pipe in his hand, and holding a thin small fishing rod in his hand, standing steadily at the bow of the boat.

The boat approached quickly, and Sherlock comfortably vomited a smoke ring and greeted Joe from a distance.

"Ah, I really didn't expect to meet here... Mr. Qiao, how did you gain?"

Joe's face twitched. He shook his fishing rod that had just been replaced in his hand, and said to Sherlock dryly: "The kind Muteste is here, it's a coincidence... You are...ah, Lord Sherlock, I really didn't expect that a big man like you would have time..., you have a good harvest!"

At Sherlock's feet, there were a large wooden barrel with seven or eight sea fish more than one foot and two feet long struggling.

Qiao looked at the sea fish in the wooden barrel with a little jealousy, then curled his lips. It was just seven or eight sea fish.

Sherlock's boat came over and he laughed loudly, "It's been calm recently, so I'll take a break from my busy schedule... Mr. Qiao, why not be together? Your boat is really good."

Sherlock glanced over the large fishing boat that was more than 120 feet long under Qiao's feet, then turned over the three fast frigates in the distance, and couldn't help but thrust hard.

After a while, Sherlock stood beside Joe and threw the hook out with force.

"Grandmaster Qiao, in Donglu's words...we are really destined to be, haha?"
Chapter completed!