After both parties reached an agreement, Little Black immediately took out the auction contract and invited Owen Sutton to get into his Mercedes S600 to head to the town bank for the transfer.

Owen Sutton acted as a hands-off boss, while Auerbach took the contract, glanced at it, and said, “Robert, this won’t do. My boss is Chinese, so our contract needs to be not only in English but also in Chinese.”

Canada is an immigrant country, world-famous for its multiculturalism. The populations of Chinese, Indian, European, Asian, and African descent are all quite significant, so the languages used are somewhat mixed. Among them, English is spoken by the most people, making it the country’s official language.

Little Black said in frustration, “Damn, that’s our oversight. Don’t worry, I’ll call our head of legal right away. I believe by the time we get to the bank, the Chinese version of the contract will be waiting for us.”

Owen Sutton gave Auerbach a thumbs up. The latter smiled nonchalantly and said, “Boss, what you need to choose now is a depository bank. Which bank do you plan to deposit the money in?”

Although Farewell Town isn’t big, it has quite a few banks—four branches, in fact: Royal Bank of Canada, Scotiabank, Bank of Montreal, and Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce.

On Auerbach’s recommendation, Owen Sutton chose the Bank of Montreal.

This is the oldest bank in Canada, with nearly two hundred years of history. The first Canadian banknote was issued by it, and it’s also one of the top ten banks in North America—very reliable.

When opening a bank card, Owen Sutton presented his Chinese ID and passport. Seeing this, the bank manager Tyler asked, “So, you haven’t immigrated?”

Little Black also looked puzzled and said, “Qin, my man, I thought you’d already completed the immigration process. This could be a bit troublesome.”

Owen Sutton asked, “What’s the issue?”

Auerbach explained, “Auction items are subject to tax. If you auction this statue as a Chinese national, you’ll have to pay taxes to the Newfoundland government, the Canadian government, and your own country’s government. You might end up with less than half the money.”

“I suggest you immigrate to Newfoundland, kid. That way, you’ll save a lot of money—not only will you not have to pay taxes to your own country’s government, but the taxes the Canadian government can collect will also be greatly reduced,” Tyler suggested.

Changing nationality is a big deal, but Owen Sutton didn’t really mind. He wasn’t a party member or a civil servant, just an ordinary person at the bottom of society. It was only natural to go wherever life was better.

After hesitating for a moment, Owen Sutton instructed Auerbach to help him with the nationality transfer procedures. He was still a bit worried and asked, “I heard that Canada’s immigration policies are really strict now, almost only accepting skilled talent. Do I qualify?”

Auerbach laughed, “You don’t need to worry about that. The Farewell Town government would love to have you immigrate. There are too few people willing to take over these fisheries. If you take over the Daqin Fishery, it will bring tax revenue to the government and provide jobs. Of course, the government welcomes your immigration.”

Owen Sutton asked about the immigration procedures, and Auerbach said, “You don’t need to worry about any of that. I’ve got it all prepared for you. You just need to sign a few documents this afternoon and you’re good.”

Hearing this, Owen Sutton was completely confused. When had he ever prepared immigration documents?

Auerbach took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, smiling like a sly old fox, and said, “I knew you’d end up immigrating, so when I helped you get your passport earlier, I took care of these procedures as well.”

Owen Sutton was speechless: Dude, are you a fortune teller?

After waiting for about half an hour, the temporary bank card was ready—a shiny gold Bank of Montreal savings gold card. Once his nationality transfer was complete, he’d need to come back and exchange it for a dual-purpose savings and credit card.

With the card in hand, Owen Sutton went to the ATM to check his balance. The string of zeros on the screen nearly blinded him.

It all felt like a dream. Just a moment ago, he was still in his rented room in Haidao City, worrying about the monthly rent of a thousand yuan, and now he owned a large fishery and a bank card with tens of millions of Canadian dollars.

“Life is like a dream. I guess this is the unpredictability of life,” Owen Sutton sighed as he looked at the gold card in his hand.

He first transferred a hundred thousand to his parents—not daring to send too much, for fear of scaring them. He told them this hundred thousand was a relocation allowance from the company, and that he might be working abroad in the future.

Strictly speaking, this ten million was a loan from the Lishi Auction House, since the artwork hadn’t been auctioned yet, so he didn’t need to pay taxes for now.

After the transfer, Owen Sutton happily signed the contract, and by noon he invited Little Black and the others to Hickson’s restaurant for lunch.

Auerbach introduced Little Black and the others, “This is the most historic restaurant in Farewell Town. The owner and chef have been passing it down for generations, representing the most authentic seafood flavors of our Farewell Island.”

Clearly, these old guys all knew each other well. When Auerbach arrived, Hickson came up and gave him a bear hug, then happily asked, “What would you like today? Hey, dear Xiao Qin, I’m so glad to see you.”