Take all your pets and go out to sea on a small boat. Two hundred kilometers southwest of Miami, there is a half-man, half-cargo ship about 80 meters long that looks rusty.
"The Centaur," Jamie introduced, "its rent is 20,000 yuan per day, and there are only seven crew members including the captain and chef."
Zhang Jing likes this price. Compared with the 200,000 yuan per day for a salvage ship, it is simply too good.
Of course, you need to pay for fuel, food, etc. yourself, and the shipowner only provides the ship and basic crew.
Climbing up the ladder to the deck, Zhang Jing saw Mike and Feilai, and saw the deep-diving robot that had just surfaced on the stern deck.
A submersible the size of a sofa looks full of technology. It is operated and maintained by four yellow people, all from the Dragon Kingdom.
After a brief acquaintance, Zhang Jingjie asked, "Is there a sunken ship down here? Is it a target?"
"There is a sunken ship, not a target," Mike said. "Underwater video analysis, it looks like a wooden naval warship, preparing to go to the next shipwreck site."
There is no skill in this matter, you can only find them one by one according to the map.
Zhang Jing guessed in his mind that there was a high probability that he would not need to analyze the video carefully. If nothing unexpected happened, as long as he found the July shipwreck, Goldfinger would proactively give a prompt.
Recover the submersible and the next target is ten kilometers away.
The weather was beautiful, the wind was sunny, and the waves were only about one meter high. The crane lowered the robot into the seawater, and connected the ship's control terminal and the robot through a cable.
During the entire operation, the ship maintained low power and its bow faced the waves. It felt like the ship was moving, but it was actually still in place.
Half an hour later, the robot hit bottom at a depth of less than 600 meters.
It took another two hours to move around in a small area and find the sunken ship marked on the map.
This is a metal ship that sank for an unknown number of years. Its appearance is almost non-existent, and it is mostly hidden by sea sand and seaweed.
The July slave ship was a wooden ship, so we just gave up, put away the robots, and headed to the next target.
The same action was repeated over and over again, until a week later, because of the coming of a typhoon and the need to replenish fuel and food, we had to find a dock to dock.
The middle area of the island chain in southern Florida, Leyden Island deep-water port.
Before the Centaur entered the port, everyone noticed something was wrong. Milica asked carelessly, "Why are there so many survey ships and salvage ships here?"
The appearance of the tested ships is relatively easy to identify. The hull length is short and narrow, all under 80 meters, and there are some special antennas on it.
The salvage ship is easier to identify. The hull is wide, long and deep, and there are many huge cranes, winches, giant jaws and so on.
"When we left here, there were only two large yachts," Jamie concluded. "These boats have just arrived."
"If there is no profit, don't start early," Zhang Jing judged, looking at as many as seven or eight special operations vessels, "there must be something good to attract them here."
While chatting, Mai Guo came back from the cab and informed, "Because there are many berthing boats, the berthing fee is now 4,500 meters per day, compared with only 2,000 meters before."
The typhoon is coming and there is no other choice. Zhang Jing agrees.
Unexpectedly, but within reason, Zhang Jing met Thomas at the replenishment dock. He had many names, such as collector and billionaire.
My ancestor made his fortune from mining in Africa. He is in his early 60s and has a relatively obese body. The characteristic is that he has a fat butt that looks like sheep's tail fat. When he walks, he sometimes walks to the left and sometimes to the right.
"Long time no see, Mr. Thomas," Zhang Jing greeted loudly because of the strong sea breeze, "I didn't expect to meet you here."
Seeing Zhang Jing, Thomas was not surprised at all, "You are also here for a hiring mission, right?"
"What kind of employment mission?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Don't you know? There is a newly established foundation," Thomas introduced, "specifically searching for the Gripen that sank in 1865, and openly hiring the world's top exploration and salvage teams. "
"Griffin?" Zhang Jing had never heard of it at all.
"It's the Gripen," Thomas chatted. "If you're interested, you can go
I consulted a three-story brown building next to the town police, so I left first. "
"Thanks."
"You're welcome," Thomas looked friendly, "Goodbye."...
After watching the old man leave with his assistant, Zhang Jing turned around and told Mike, "Go ask and find out more about the situation on the Gripen."
Mike should do it immediately.
Leyden Island is small in area and is a tourist community with supporting hotels. Due to the typhoon weather, prices have risen. A room that originally cost 300 to 400 meters has now increased to 600 to 700 yuan, without any negotiation.
The price is expensive, and Zhang Jing can accept it, but hotels are still very picky. Seeing that Zhang Jing has many pets, two of the few hotels rejected them all.
You can't get in without being allowed to stay. Zhang Jing looked away and turned back to a Chinese restaurant he just passed.
The restaurant is in a good location. It is located in the center of the only street in the town. The signboard is quite eye-catching, with Chinese characters and English written on it: Southern Zhejiang Cuisine, Longguo Cuisine.
Zhejiang cuisine does not belong to the eight major cuisines, but it can also form another category. Zhang Jing already had it when he got tired of eating potatoes and fried chicken on the boat.
Worried that the boss would not let pets in, Zhang Jing walked in alone first and saw the pure smell of "Three Flavors Bookstore", which made him feel as if he had traveled through time.
Square tables, strips, calligraphy, landscape paintings, etc., at a glance, it feels so comfortable, exciting, and nostalgic.
Such a nice place with only two tables for unexpected guests.
"Hello," a waitress came over and said hello in Mandarin and asked, "How many people are there for dinner?"
Zhang Jing looked away from the calligraphy and paintings on the wall and looked at the waiter who came over. She had a khaki apron tied around her waist, a pair of clear eyes, a clean face, and a ponytail combed behind her back.
Such a beautiful girl from Jiangnan, so graceful and graceful, pure and natural beauty!
After experiencing a dragon and a phoenix, Zhang Jing no longer knew what "shyness" and "shame" were, but looking at the smart eyes of the girl in front of him, his heart, which had been silent for a long time, actually beat hard.
In fact, the silence didn't last long. When I saw Taylor, who looked like Hepburn, for the first time, someone's heart skipped a beat. In order to chat up a beautiful woman, he even ordered Smarties to do evil, and then heroically saved the beauty.
"Sir?" the girl reminded, "How many people are there?"
"Two," Zhang Jing immediately showed his best side, and even his voice became gentle, "Can I bring pets in?"
"No," the girl reminded politely, "This is a restaurant, it will make other guests feel unhappy."
"That's it, it doesn't matter." Zhang Jing was not angry at all and decided to send the pet back to the ship first and then come back for dinner.
After leaving the restaurant and returning to the pier, he met an acquaintance again, Datejiru's top dog Shibasaki, and he was the only one.
Shibazaki is thirty-twenty-three years old, about 1.75 meters tall. He is thin, has not big eyes, and a high nose bridge. He looks ordinary. As Dateji's assistant, he is very capable at work and a good pimp.
"Long time no see," Zhang Jing took the initiative to greet Shibasaki, "Are you here for the Gripen too? "
Date Templeraru was also a treasure hunter, and his family was not short of money. He spent three days fishing and two days drying nets. He lived a miserable life, which Zhang Jing did not envy at all.
"Yes," Shibazaki introduced, "my boss is also here for the Gripen."
Not seeing Dateji Ming, Zhang Jing danced with his hoe and said, "Should you consider changing your boss? With your talent, you have to do pimping work every day. It's too unfair."
It was a happy thing to be recognized. Shibasaki politely refused, "Thank you, I have no plans to change my boss."
"Please do me a favor," Zhang Jing looked generous. "In exchange, I will give you a piece of advice that will benefit you throughout your life."
Having been in the circle of a few people for many years, Shibazaki knew that no one could succeed casually. He believed from the bottom of his heart that Zhang Jing was a capable man, so he cared about it and curiously asked: "What are you doing?"
