Chapter 634: Schiller's Leisurely Vacation (Part 1)

Blüdhaven, a small city on the East Coast not far from Cat Getan, also located on the coastline, has a climate completely different from Cat Getan, or it can be said to be completely opposite. Here, the sun is bright all year round, and the sunshine duration and intensity are among the best among all cities on the East Coast.

Originally, this place could have developed into a very good tourist city, but it was precisely because its land area was relatively small, there were many hills and mountains around, the coastline was not long enough, and the supporting facilities in the city were not enough to meet the needs of a large number of tourists.

If it were closer to Metropolis, perhaps it would have developed long ago, because if the driving time to Metropolis is within half an hour, then tourists can completely enter Metropolis to solve some accommodation and dining needs.

However, no tourist would be bold enough to go deep into Cat Getan to stay, and tourists who come to coastal cities for vacation want to go to the beach to sunbathe. Cat Getan's overcast and rainy weather would ruin their good mood for the day, so Blüdhaven's development has always been lukewarm.

But since the phone speech of Mayor Roy of Cat Getan, people's prejudice against Cat Getan has been partially improved, that is, the high crime rate and chaos here are actually also due to the government's inaction, and many curious backpackers want to come here to observe, and their foothold is Blüdhaven.

Coupled with the surge in the number of workers due to the development of Cat Getan's logistics industry, many people who want to come here to find work and try their luck will choose Blüdhaven as an outpost, because it only takes 20 minutes to drive to Cat Getan from here. If they are not satisfied with life in Cat Getan, they can turn around and leave.

After all, Cat Getan's prices and rent are not a joke. Although the people here are rotten, they are not poor, or rather, they are considered poor in Cat Getan's internal circulation system, but if taken out, they can also be counted as the well-fed class.

One can make such a comparison. Generally speaking, the kind of ordinary gang thugs who watch the door of nightclubs in Cat Getan belong to the lower income group in Cat Getan, but if they come to Blüdhaven, they become representatives of a well-off life.

Maybe some people will ask, then isn't it good for them to live in Blüdhaven? Why fight and kill in gangs?

But not only are they gang thugs, their fathers, mothers, grandfathers, and grandmothers are all people in gangs. All their interpersonal relationships are maintained in this system, and it is difficult to make changes. If the gang leader doesn't agree, they can't run away, otherwise, the shark's next meal will be there.

In addition, Cat Getan gangs have good income, not because they have skills to rely on for survival, or have a good educational background. Gang thugs haven't read many books and have no skills. After leaving Cat Getan's system, they can't find a job with such a high salary.

This is a problem that residents of every high-income, high-price area will encounter when flowing to low-income, low-price areas. They want to obtain low prices while having high wages, but low-price areas often do not have high wages, and supporting facilities are insufficient, so they would rather endure such high prices than flow to low-price areas.

This is also why Blüdhaven, as a neighboring city of Cat Getan, has a very good public security situation.

To put it bluntly, Cat Getan residents simply don't look down on this place. Working hard here for a month might not earn as much as working for a gang in Cat Getan for a week. Even if Blüdhaven has low prices, the materials are relatively scarce, and some things have to be bought in Cat Getan. Then why not live in Cat Getan directly? Locals are already familiar with the road, and it is safer.

Many backpackers who come to Blüdhaven evaluate this place as the heaven closest to hell. Whether it is climate, scenery, or humanities, Blüdhaven is not inferior to those tourist cities on the East Coast.

Similarly, unlike a bustling metropolis like Cat Getan, Blüdhaven is a small city with a relatively slow pace of life, and everyone is very leisurely. This also has to thank the rich fish harvest on the East Coast.

The industrial structure here is also mainly based on fishing wharfs, seafood processing and export, and logistics industry. The entire small city has a total of three wharfs. Except for one of them which was built relatively late and is relatively large, the other two were established by Europeans during the colonial period and are relatively old now.

"Sir, you might not have heard of this wharf. It broke about three or four years ago. The mayor said there was no need to repair it, and then changed it into a fishing wharf." A little boy wearing suspenders and a fisherman's hat ran "da da da" onto the wooden platform of the wharf, pointed to the front and said to Schiller behind him.

"Look, see those small boats? Those are experience boats prepared for tourists. Tourists can go on them to experience shallow sea fishing. The fishermen who row the boats will teach them the most basic shallow sea fishing skills. You can use a fishing rod, or experience a fishing net."

"For only five dollars, you can take away the fattest fish among them. If you are willing to give me another fifty cents, I will take you to the restaurant next door, where the fish soup and fish porridge stewed by the boss are really great."

"Five dollars is too expensive. I don't like eating fish very much. Of course, if it can be cheaper, I am willing to experience it." Schiller also walked onto the wooden platform of the wharf and looked into the distance, watching those fishing boats one by one. He had to admit that this was still very characteristic.

Generally speaking, the cost of wanting to go sea fishing is still quite high. At least ordinary families who come for vacation can't afford to rent a fishing boat. That is a toy that only rich people play with.

The tourism project launched by Blüdhaven is a bit like a simple beggar version. The fishing boats are ordinary wooden boats plus motors, and the fishermen on the boats are local fishermen who have fished for a lifetime. The fishing nets used are not high-grade goods, and some are even a bit tattered.

But what can be seen is that almost every fishing boat is loaded with tourists, and they are all having a great time. Even if the speed of this kind of fishing boat is far from being called trawling, and the net is cast entirely by luck, and there are not many fish in one net, most tourists, especially those family tourists, are having a great time.

Schiller began to admire the wisdom of the mayor of Blüdhaven a bit. You know, in this era, most of the tourism industry is prepared for the rich. Many tourist cities haven't turned their brains around, and the projects provided are not close to the people enough.

In most coastal tourist cities, except for the beach which is free to use, any project entering the sea charges high fees, such as sea fishing, diving, etc.

"Okay, sir, three dollars, is that okay?"

"I will pay at most two dollars and fifty cents. Of course, I can give you an extra fifty cents as a tip, just treat it as inviting you to eat." Schiller smiled, stretched out his hand and patted the little boy's shoulder, and said: "Go find me a boat."

The little boy cheered, ran down the wharf, came to the seaside, and in a little while, found a boat for Schiller. He ran to Schiller's side and showed off: "Sir, I bet, no one can find a boat that suits your heart as well as I do!"

"You said before that you are a university professor, so you should be able to talk to young people better, but the fishermen here are mostly not young, and sometimes, I also have a headache for their stubborn temper. I'm afraid you can't talk, so I found the only younger fisherman here..."

"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"

"Come over, Viking, this is Professor Rodriguez, my new client, a very generous university professor. He wants to sit on your fishing boat to experience it. Get him a good fish. I'll treat you to a meal later."

Schiller turned his head and saw the person the little boy called. He was naked on his upper body, wearing a pair of shorts on his lower body, revealing a sculptural and healthy body. His hair was golden, his sideburns were left very long, until they connected with the beard on his jaw, but there was no beard on his chin, looking wild and savage.

He first looked at Schiller with those eagle-like eyes, then moved his body to the side, left an empty seat for Schiller, pointed to his boat with his finger, and said: "Get on."

Schiller looked down at his feet. At this time, he was still standing on the beach, and that fishing boat was floating on the sea. Now it was at least three meters away from him. He opened his mouth and then asked: "How to get on?"

The little boy guide beside him slapped his forehead, shouted at the man on the boat: "How did you forget again?! What about the ladder for picking up? The criteria for treating tourists that Old Wiland told you before, you forgot all of them?"

That person on the boat seemed to have just remembered, took a wooden board from the boat, and after anchoring the boat, put the wooden board down. Only then did Schiller walk up along the wooden board.

Schiller turned around and waved to the little boy guide, feeling the boat under his feet begin to sway. That blond man appeared somewhat silent. Schiller walked to the side of the boat with some curiosity. Only then did the man hum and say: "Don't always stare at the sea surface, you will get seasick."

Schiller slowly moved his gaze away and asked him: "I heard from my guide that you are called Viking? This should be your nickname, right?"

"Yes, but I don't like it much. I am not a pirate." Viking walked to the side of the cabin and began to organize tools. He asked: "Are you going to use a fishing rod, or a dragnet?"

"Let's fish first. Can you help me find a pretty good fishing spot?" Schiller said. Viking squatted down and began to organize fishing lines and fishing rods. While organizing, he said: "You didn't come at a good time. Now there are many people, and good fishing spots are occupied. I know a few other pretty good fishing spots..."

"Oh, I see. If my catch today is pretty good, I will be happy to give half more tips." Schiller walked up and also squatted down, looking at the fishing rods of different lengths and said.

"No, I don't want tips. I just want to say that those fishing spots are more troublesome, and you might need better fishing skills."

Viking began to organize fishing lines, but Schiller stood up, looked at the sea surface. Just as Viking said, almost all places on the sea surface were occupied by fishing boats, and the direction Viking was moving forward now didn't have any boat.

"My fishing skills are not good, but they are not bad either. We can go over and try. If we really can't catch it, then forget it. Anyway, I don't like eating fish very much." Schiller shrugged, appearing very easy to talk to, which made Viking look up at him with some surprise. Viking took the initiative to ask:

"You are a university professor? Which university do you teach at?"

"Cat Getan University."

The fishing line in Viking's hand became a mess. ===== CHAPTER 635 =====