The small boat slowly approached the coastline of Xiamen Island, sailed along the shore for about ten minutes, and finally came to a relatively busy dock.
"Father, Uncle, let's dock here for a bit."
Feng Ye turned around and shouted into the driver's seat.
"It's quite lively here."
Feng Jiaqing sighed.
"Indeed, it lives up to its reputation as a big city. It's much more bustling than the city center, with more people and boats."
Feng Jialing added, and steered the boat slowly toward the dock.
As the ships drew closer to the dock, they could see more clearly the bustling crowds and the various kinds of ships moored there.
After docking, Feng Ye stretched and loosened his muscles before handing his bag to his father for safekeeping.
"I'm going to buy some food."
Feng Jiaqing nodded and cautioned, "Be careful. You don't know anyone here, so don't go too far."
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"
Feng Ye smiled, jumped off the boat, and went ashore.
The dock was bustling with people, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and shouting filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere.
Feng Ye weaved through the crowd, scanning the various stalls and discovering that most of them were selling seafood.
There are vendors selling all kinds of snails, razor clams, clams, sandworms, oysters, and so on. These are all from the mudflats.
There are many kinds of fish, shrimp, and crabs, both dead and alive.
Each stall was piled high with fresh seafood, and the air was filled with the salty, fishy smell of the sea.
It seems that a market has formed here in the morning and evening, and fishermen from the surrounding area bring their catch here to set up stalls and sell their seafood.
In addition to seafood, they also sell various vegetables and agricultural products.
Many people were carrying baskets, selecting the ingredients they needed for dinner, and the sounds of bargaining filled the air.
Feng Ye looked around but didn't see many stalls selling cooked food.
With no other options, he casually bought a few things to fill his stomach and immediately headed back.
As soon as he got back on the boat, Feng Jialing restarted it and left the dock.
They had no idea about the security situation on Xiamen Island.
There was a full 180,000 yuan on the ship, so for safety reasons, it was not advisable to stay there for long.
They sailed directly to waters far from the dock and anchored at a deserted island.
After eating, Feng Jiaqing and Feng Jialing spread out a mat in the cabin and went to sleep.
Feng Ye did not go to sleep immediately.
It's already dark, but it's still too early.
He sat at the bow of the boat, gazing at the distant, brightly lit Xiamen Island, and suddenly thought about the property prices on Xiamen Island decades from now.
Before his rebirth, the housing prices on Xiamen Island were astonishingly high, with the average price approaching 30,000 yuan per square meter.
At that time, Xiamen was incredibly prosperous, but it was also a place that ordinary people couldn't afford to visit.
Now, 30,000 yuan can buy at least a 100-square-meter house.
Thinking about this, Feng Ye's mind began to race.
In a year or two, once the fleet has grown and we have some spare money, perhaps we can buy a batch of houses on Xiamen Island and hoard them.
Yesterday he considered stockpiling Moutai, but with a profit of only ten times, it would require both capital and space, so he didn't think much of it.
But the profit from hoarding houses is over a hundred times, and all you have to do is leave them there with almost no management or risk, which is enough to make him drool.
When he was first reborn, he also thought about hoarding houses.
However, at the time, I didn't think about the housing prices in Xiamen; I was only thinking about buying in the county or city.
Although it can still earn a considerable amount, the profit margin is still far less than that of Xiamen.
However, he currently has limited funds, and his plan to hoard houses needs further consideration.
Moreover, it is unknown whether there are any commercial properties for sale on Xiamen Island at present; we still need to conduct an on-site investigation.
This is also a troublesome matter.
He doesn't have that time; he's busy making money at sea.
"Damn, I should have done more research in my past life and made a rebirth strategy in advance."
After being reborn, how should I utilize my precognitive advantage? What should I do first, and what should I do next? If I plan ahead, I won't be as lost as I am now.
Feng Ye sighed, "Forget it, let's focus on making money first, and then come back to see in a year or two. In such a short time, the housing prices shouldn't rise much."
He turned his gaze away from the brightly lit Xiamen Island, got up, and went to his cabin to sleep.
A gentle sea breeze, twinkling starlight, and a tranquil atmosphere where only the sound of waves lapping against the ship's side could be heard.
He slept very soundly and peacefully.
...
The next day, after waking up and quickly washing up, I set sail and docked back at the same pier as yesterday.
They didn't know how to get to the bank where Nie Shiqian worked, but fortunately there were many motorcycle taxis soliciting passengers at the dock.
Feng Ye randomly picked a motorcycle taxi driver, gave him the address, asked about the price, and got on the vehicle when he thought it was reasonable.
The motorcycle taxi driver carried them through the streets and alleys of Xiamen, eventually stopping them in front of a rather impressive building.
"Go inside, the two of us will wait for you at the door."
Upon reaching the bank entrance, Feng Jiaqing and Feng Jialing stopped and squatted on the steps, smoking and chatting, occasionally glancing up at the bank's gate.
They didn't wait long before Feng Ye came out of the bank, accompanied by a middle-aged man they had never seen before.
Needless to say, they knew this was the Nie Shiqian they were looking for.
"Father, Uncle, Director Nie is taking us to see the ship now."
"Okay, okay..."
Nie Shiqian drove them to the dock of a shipyard.
Feng Ye's mind was completely occupied with the ship, and he had no time to think about anything else.
As soon as he got out of the car, he couldn't wait to ask, "President Nie, which ship?"
Several ships were docked at the pier; some were newly completed and awaiting delivery, some were still being outfitted, and some were there for maintenance...
Nie Shiqian pointed and said, "That's the Fenglong 12. You can go up and take a look."
Feng Ye looked over and saw that the Fenglong 12 ship was still very new, with no paint peeling off, and it appeared to be well-maintained.
The area above the waterline is painted blue, while the area below is painted red to prevent barnacles and other parasites. Above the deck, the two-story cabins are painted white.
He walked around the bow of the ship, carefully inspecting every detail, and became increasingly satisfied.
"Holy crap, this ship is amazing. It's been well-maintained and looks brand new."
"Yes, there aren't many barnacles attached to the bottom, so it doesn't need any maintenance and can be taken out to sea directly."
Feng Jiaqing and Feng Jialing also gathered around, examining the ship with expressions of satisfaction in their eyes.
"Let's go up and take a look."
Feng Ye waved his hand and was the first to climb onto the boat.
You can't tell if a boat is good or not just by looking at it; you have to go on board and see for yourself, or even take it for a spin.
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