The vast sea at this moment seemed to turn into Owen Sutton's favorite childhood orange soda, as the morning sun's rays pierced the rippling waves, transforming this stretch of ocean into a dreamlike realm.

"Chirp! Chirp!" A few crisp bird calls rang out, and four or five snow-white seagulls glided down with the sea breeze.

Owen Sutton watched all of this, feeling completely content inside.

His name contained the character for "seagull," so ever since he was young, he had longed for these magnificent ocean birds. Unfortunately, in Island City, the coastal environment had been so badly damaged that seagulls had long since disappeared. Now, on the far side of the ocean, he finally saw these sea birds.

The appearance of seagulls meant that land was not far away. Soon, a small island appeared.

Though called a "small island," it actually wasn't that small. Owen Sutton estimated its area to be over four hundred square kilometers. Seeing this island, he was filled with excitement, because he had arrived at his fishing grounds.

Chapter 0004: My Heart of the Sea God

As the fishing boat moved forward, the island's features became clearer and clearer, but Owen Sutton's once enthusiastic heart grew colder and colder.

He had originally thought this fishing ground would be a paradise, but what lay before him was a desolate island of decent size.

From the boat, he could see some bungalows and buildings on the island, but they were few and far between. Auerbach said that was Farewell Town, and Owen Sutton figured the town's population was probably no more than that of two villages back home—likely less than two thousand people.

Because it was early spring, and this island was not far from the Arctic Circle, it was still in winter's grip. Unmelted snow was everywhere, and there was also a small snowy mountain occupying nearly half the island, its peak covered in pure white snow.

There were six or seven small docks around the island, and without exception, they were all messy and dirty. Large amounts of broken fishing nets were tangled on the rocks by the shore, and several crudely built small fishing boats were docked haphazardly along the coast.

However, Auerbach was right about one thing: the air here was very fresh. Once you got used to the faint fishy smell of the sea, there was indeed a sweet undertone to it.

"Damn, this is the real wilderness." Owen Sutton said with a wry smile.

His fishing ground was at the southernmost tip of the island, where a fence of maple wood planks of varying lengths enclosed a manor. The area was actually quite large—over ten square kilometers, or more than a hundred thousand mu. If this were in China, it would be worth a fortune, but unfortunately, this was Canada, probably the place with the cheapest land prices in the world.

When he arrived at the fishing ground, Owen Sutton couldn't move in, because the houses inside hadn't been tidied up in a long time.

Auerbach took him to rest at a quaint little inn in town, saying he'd take him to handle taxes and paperwork in the afternoon.

Owen Sutton was exhausted, and as soon as he got to the inn, he collapsed onto the bed and slept like a log.

In his dream, Owen Sutton was on a luxury cruise ship, surrounded by beauties from all over the world, commanding the winds and waves. Suddenly, someone shook him awake. Opening his eyes, he saw the imposing old face of Auerbach.

"Let me sleep a bit longer, I'm dead tired," Owen Sutton said, clutching his pillow tightly.

Auerbach smiled, took out his Nokia big-screen phone, and showed him a photo. The picture was of a stunning beauty with gentle eyes and a soft smile—the very same chief flight attendant who had comforted Owen Sutton on the plane.

"You took this secretly?" Owen Sutton exclaimed.

Auerbach shook his head and said, "When you reach my age, you'll understand, young man, women are like white bones! But I believe this photo can cure your laziness."

Indeed, seeing that gentle and beautiful flight attendant, Owen Sutton woke up immediately.

Auerbach explained, "You need to adjust to the time difference now, so you can't sleep during the day. No matter how tired you are, hold on. Sleep well at night, and I swear to God, you'll get used to Canadian time."

Owen Sutton scratched his head and said with an embarrassed smile, "Auerbach, I don't think that's necessary. Heh, actually, I plan to sell this fishing ground and take the cash back to China."

"That's a pity, young man." Auerbach didn't look down on him after hearing this, but instead laughed. "It seems you haven't carefully read your grandfather's will. His will clearly states that the fishing ground cannot be sold. If you insist on selling, the St. John's government will forcibly take it back as state property!"

Owen Sutton was thrown into confusion. Second Grandpa, are you kidding me? Do you really expect your good-for-nothing eldest grandson to inherit your legacy? Shouldn't you at least check if your grandson has the ability and talent for this?

Auerbach encouraged him, "Come on, young man. I was your grandfather's closest friend. He told me he believed you would one day turn this fishing ground into a world-famous super fishery, and that you could restore the glory of the Newfoundland fishing grounds."

Owen Sutton pulled a long face, a thousand grass-mud horses galloping through his mind: What good is his faith in me!

"Let's go, we'll head to the town's tax office to confirm the taxes you need to pay." Auerbach finally gave Owen Sutton a heavy blow, making him realize that pies don't fall from the sky—only iron plates do!

"I have to pay taxes? I asked you back in China, and you said there was no inheritance tax in Canada!" Owen Sutton cried out.

Auerbach laughed, "Yes, Canada has no inheritance tax, but there is a probate tax."