Chapter 1220: The Farm of Justice (19)

After the temperature gradually warmed up, the wind by the seaside was no longer so biting and cold, the sunshine became more and more bright, and naturally, there were more and more people on the beach.

Today, there were exceptionally many tourists in Coast City, and everyone was holding small, colorful flags printed with various fish patterns.

Coast City could also be considered a city in the United States that developed relatively early. Many of the buildings here were closer to the Western style. Fishing nets hung on slightly old wooden supports, and colorful swimming rings were adorned on the nets. Beside them stood a mannequin, all dressed in swimsuits. Long fishing rods poked out from the rooftops, flashing with starlight-like brilliance in the bright sunshine.

On the most central commercial street of Coast City, every shop entrance was crowded with tourists. Inflatable kayaks were the main target for tourists to purchase, and of course, the sales of fishing rods, fish baskets, and bait were equally hot.

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Today was Coast City's Leisure Fishing Festival, which could also be called the Angling Festival. It was a festival set up by Coast City to develop tourism and reuse the already resource-depleted fishing industry.

During the half-month festival, Coast City would hold more than 100 fishing competitions of various sizes. Large competitions had high prize money, and small competitions had exquisite souvenirs. Whether they were professional anglers with superb skills or fishing enthusiasts from nearby cities, they would all come for the reputation.

Spring was a good season for angling, especially since Coast City had the estuary of a river tributary. As the water temperature warmed up, the number of fish was abundant. Even if one's fishing skills were average, one could always find a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse.

On the first day of the festival, the festive atmosphere was very strong. Until dusk, there were still quite a few fishing boats drifting on the offshore sea. Many anglers who hadn't had a good harvest planned to take advantage of the time when the fish schools were active in the evening to turn the tables for themselves.

On the calm sea, buoys marked the locations where fishing was allowed. Under the clear water, undercurrents surged. On the water, one fishing boat after another hung colorful flags, and anglers held fishing rods and talked loudly, discussing today's harvest.

On the beach, three people carrying fishing rods were walking back. Hal and Lucifer were covered in water stains, obviously having driven a boat out to the sea and getting their clothes wet while fishing. Schiller's body was dry, but his pant legs were rolled up, looking like he had been fishing on the shore at the river estuary and hadn't touched the water at all.

All three were carrying their own buckets. If one were to take inventory, Hal had the most harvest, while Lucifer and Schiller had about the same amount of fish, which was approximately none.

Lucifer appeared a bit unhappy. He said, "It must be that there are too few fish here. Last time I went out to sea on a yacht, I caught quite a few big fish."

"Offshore fishing is just like this. Don't expect to catch several fish a day like deep-sea fishing. Here, it's possible not to catch a single fish all day, but what we enjoy is the fun of the process," Hal said, looking back.

Schiller, who was walking in the front, looked back at Lucifer and said, "Have you decided yet? Which street are you opening the bar on?"

Hearing this, Hal also looked at Lucifer and said a bit helplessly, "You weren't satisfied with the few storefronts I took you to see before. So, where exactly do you plan to open the bar?"

Lucifer walked on the beach with uneven steps. He frowned deeply and then said, "It's not that I'm dissatisfied, it's just that these locations each have their own merits, and I'm somewhat unable to choose."

"How about this, tomorrow I'll take you to see a slightly more remote street? The houses there are relatively spacious, the rent is relatively low, and the foot traffic is also okay. With more choices, you should know which one you want to pick."

Lucifer nodded and didn't say anything. The three of them returned to Hal's house before dark. Pushing open the door, they found that the house was quiet, and Hal's parents weren't at home.

Hal simply wiped the water off his body, walked into the room, and found a note on the refrigerator. He turned back to Lucifer and Schiller and said, "My uncle runs a boat rental shop, and business is too hot, so he can't handle it. My parents went to help him. We have to solve tonight's dinner ourselves."

After speaking, he walked to the door and carried the two fish he caught to the backyard. Lucifer and Schiller, who had almost no harvest, could only watch. Schiller stepped forward and said, "Come on, let's make dinner together. And someone, didn't catch a fish, and can't cook either, really should feel ashamed."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, sat down on the sofa, put his hand on the back of the sofa, and said, "I have to think about my business plan carefully. By this time next year, you will find that Coast City has a new hot bar legend, and someone, never think about getting a VIP ticket."

Hal laughed twice and said, "I have to remind you, the girls by the sea are beautiful and hot. If your bar can really be managed very prosperously, you have to let me share in your glory."

Speaking of this, Lucifer became a bit interested. While Hal was killing the fish, he chatted with Lucifer about the beautiful legends of Coast City.

These two had quite a lot of common language in the matter of hunting for beauty; they were either picking up girls or on the way to pick up girls.

After a while, the meal was ready—simple fish sandwiches and hot soup. The three of them sat around the table. Just as they were about to eat, the door was knocked.

The "bang bang bang" sound was very urgent, making Hal frown. He walked to the door with some vigilance, looked out through the peephole, then pulled the door open, looked at the person outside the door, and said, "Arthur, why are you here? Come in quickly, wipe yourself dry."

The person appearing outside the door was indeed the burly Arthur. He was covered in water at this time, obviously having just swum over. He waved his hand indifferently, wiped the soles of his shoes on the doormat, took the towel, wiped it twice randomly, and said in a low voice, "Oliver asked me to come. There was an accident over there, and he couldn't make up his mind, so he wanted me to come and ask you."

Hal immediately looked back at the two people in the room. Arthur raised an eyebrow, Hal nodded, Arthur immediately coughed twice, raised his voice, and said, "I'm starving to death! What smells so good?"

"Come in. Schiller made fish soup, which is just enough to drive away the cold on your body. Come have a bowl quickly." Hal gave up his position. Arthur walked into the room. Lucifer glanced at him and continued to eat with his head down.

Arthur sat down next to Schiller and said, "Professor, are you okay? Oliver asked me to say hello to you for him. I heard that you were wrongly imprisoned some time ago. Both Oliver and I were very worried about you."

"I'm fine, it was just a small misunderstanding," Schiller said, taking a sip of water. "Fortunately, the FBI found out the truth of the matter. I owe them a favor, so I might have to go to work there in a few days."

Hal's fork cutting the food paused, and he looked at Schiller with some surprise and said, "You actually agreed to go to work at the FBI? What are you going to do there?"

"The FBI always encounters some difficult criminals. They need my professional knowledge. The FBI's training school needs an instructor for advanced criminal psychology courses..."

Cough cough cough... Arthur and Hal both coughed violently, making Lucifer lean back with some disgust. Hal widened his eyes and looked at Schiller and said, "You are going to teach at the FBI?? Are they crazy? Aren't they afraid, I mean... um, don't they know you..."

Schiller curled his lips and said, "Criminal psychology is a systematic discipline with professional textbooks and teaching methods, not involving any value debates. Moreover, the lesson plans are provided by them. I am only responsible for reading from the script and case analysis. What do they have to be afraid of?"

"Besides, you think of the intelligence agencies in this world too closed off. As far as I know, in order to lurk in the other country, they all study the other's ideological theories. CIA agents study knowledge related to communism, and the KGB is also knowledgeable enough about capitalism. Otherwise, how can they fool the people on the other side when lurking?"

Hal opened his mouth. He felt that what Schiller said also made sense. Schiller continued to take a sip of soup and said, "You haven't read Marxism either. Have you firmly embarked on this path?"

"In this world, there is no ideology that can convince everyone, and there is no ideology that will immediately turn into a fanatic just by learning about it. What can achieve this brainwashing effect is not concepts and thoughts, but magic."

"In this regard, you can buy it at a bookstore. Even if you don't buy books, as long as that country exists, you will always learn about it by watching the news."

"Those who can be convinced have long been convinced. If they still don't agree under the condition of daily contact, it means that this is contrary to his worldview and is not the path he wants to take. No matter how much he learns, it's useless."

Arthur nodded and said, "That's right. Oliver is a firm Marxist, but sometimes, I don't fully agree with what he says to me. I am willing to work hard for the weak who are bullied, but I don't necessarily have to be firm about any ideology."

Hal nodded in agreement and said, "I am not the kind of person who needs theory to support action. What drives me to act is more of my kindness and sympathy. Written theory is not important; I only do what I can do."

After eating, Lucifer could clearly feel that Arthur seemed to have something to say to Hal, but seemed not to want to say it in front of him and Schiller. So, Lucifer said to Schiller, "I think if I want to open a hot bar here, I still have to go to the local bar first. Now the time is just right, how about we go for a turn?"

Schiller glanced at Hal, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, and nodded. So, Lucifer and Schiller left Hal's house and walked out along the small path of the fishery.

"Why are they guarding against you?" Lucifer asked with some confusion. He clicked his tongue and said, "Aren't you always participating in the affairs over in Mexico? Could it be that your routes are different?"

"It's not that complicated," Schiller shook his head and said, "It's just that the matter of me being investigated by the FBI before reached Oliver's ears. This time I was imprisoned and then exonerated, so Oliver felt that it was the FBI looking for trouble for me."

"Oliver believes that no matter what, I am just a scholar with little power, still staying in the United States. If I continue to participate deeply in remote guidance, I might get into trouble one day. Since then, he has almost not contacted me."

"Oliver must have told Hal and Arthur to hide it from me, don't say what trouble was encountered over there, probably because he was afraid that the FBI would target me again."

"He is quite righteous," Lucifer sighed.

Soon, the two came to a bar in the center of Coast City. This was the bar Hal said was only for locals. Although the number of tourists in Coast City increased greatly because of the festival, it was still cold and clear here.

However, it wasn't strange. Compared with nightclubs with various neon signs flashing and cool decoration styles, this tavern appeared a bit old.

The sign, which was a bit rotten by the sea breeze, had the name of the shop written in white paint, and a string of dim small light bulbs hung on it.

After the two walked in, they ordered two glasses of wine and sat down in front of the wooden bar.