Cosmic Hegemony: I Just Want To Be A Wealthy Tyrant

That's right, the person who came was none other than Qin.

Qin slowly fell from the sky, snapped her fingers, and a transparent light curtain enveloped her and the people of her motherland.

Thor witnessed the whole scene through the peephole on the door.

But what the two people talked about, he didn't hear a word.

In the eyes of Thor, Qin can be said to be the most mysterious player in the entire Western gaming world.

Unlike him and the people of his homeland, Qin was rarely exposed to public view.

Everyone only knows that her Level is very high, but no one knows anything about her abilities.

Even in the national PK competition, those who have played against Qin can't tell what she is capable of.

"Why do such people get together with crazy people like the people from the motherland?"

Thor couldn't understand and didn't want to guess.

Whatever plans Fatherland and Jean had, he didn't want to get involved.

As for filing a complaint against Tang Xiaoyu, that is even more impossible.

Qin dared to come to his manor to meet the people of her country, and she was not afraid of filing a lawsuit herself.

Thinking of this, Thor sat back on the sofa, turned on the TV, and turned the sound to the maximum.

I hope those two damn guys outside the house will get away from him after they finish chatting.

He didn't want to prepare dinner for anyone.

In a certain area deep in the Pacific Ocean, a mechanical fishing boat floats alone on the sea.

The intense sunlight heated the deck of the fishing boat like a steam oven.

The entire crew of the Sunrise was squeezed into the small cabin, and everyone leaned against the wall listlessly.

The whole cabin was stuffy and hot, like a heated can.

The cabin was filled with the stench of sweat and putrefaction.

Nagasawa was soaked, and his clothes clung to his body.

He carefully stepped through the gaps in the crowd and walked deeper into the cabin.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his ankle, and a pale man spoke to him in a hoarse voice:

"Nagazawa-kun, can you turn on the air conditioner? We can't stand the heat anymore. If we don't cool down, we will suffocate to death in the boat."

After hearing the man's words, the others also looked at Nagasawa with longing expressions.

Nagasawa slowly glanced at each pair of expectant eyes, shook his head slowly and said:

"I know it's hard for everyone. Just hold on a little longer. You'll feel better when the sun goes down.

There's not much oil in the generator, and we don't know how long we'll be at sea.

If there is no oil, electricity cannot be generated, and without electricity, fresh water cannot be extracted from seawater.

Without fresh water, our whole boat could not survive even three days.

Therefore, the air conditioner cannot be turned on no matter what. "

As soon as Nagasawa finished speaking, everyone lying in the aisle looked disappointed.

Although everyone knew that Nagasawa's decision was correct, that's how people are.

Even though he knew that doing so would lead to death, he still couldn't help but do it for the sake of temporary pleasure.

Nagasawa couldn't bear to look at everyone's expressions anymore. He squeezed through the aisle and came to the door of the refrigerator room.

The refrigerator has been without power for more than forty hours, and the temperature inside is maintained entirely by the remaining ice cubes.

In order to maintain the temperature of the cold storage, Nagasawa ordered that the cold storage can only be opened twice a day.

And after opening it, all the food for the whole day should be taken out in the shortest possible time.

The last time I got food was more than ten hours ago.

At that time, the temperature inside was already very high.

I don’t know what the temperature inside has been like after such a long time.

However, judging from the rancid smell that permeated the cabin, it was probably more serious than bad.

Nagasawa called two young men to follow him and put his hands on the cold storage door handle anxiously.

As he opened the cold storage door, a pungent stench immediately choked Nagasawa to tears.

Nagasawa covered his mouth and nose, rushed into the cold storage desperately, looked at the fish and shrimp that had begun to rot, and fell to his knees in despair.

A group of people followed and rushed to the door. Everyone looked at the mess in the cold storage, and no one spoke.

A good leader can temporarily waver when facing a desperate situation, but he must learn to adjust himself.

Nagasawa stood up and said to the person behind him:

"These rotten fish cannot continue to be left in the cold storage, as the bacteria that breed will bring diseases to all crew members.

Everyone helped us, and we threw the rotten ones into the sea, and took the edible ones to the deck to dry them in the sun.

We have to finish this before dark, come on, let's do it. "

After Nagasawa finished speaking, he picked up a basket and put the rotten fish and shrimp in it.

For seafood, if there is not enough low temperature after being fished out, it will spoil in just a short time.

This is why every offshore fishing vessel has an ice machine and cold storage.

Although there are still a lot of fish that have not spoiled in the cold storage, if they are not taken out as soon as possible, within two or three hours, they will become a puddle of rotten water like those rotten fish and shrimps.

Some fish and shrimp have completely deteriorated, and when they are picked up, black water flows out.

Nagasawa suppressed his nausea, filled a basket, moved it and walked towards the cold storage door.

The others saw this and hurriedly made way for him.

The people who were still lying in the corridor saw the black water flowing out of the basket and quickly hid aside in disgust.

Wherever Nagasawa passed, there was nothing but black water and a pungent stench.

Those boys were okay, but many girls almost vomited when they smelled the smell.

Seeing that someone took the lead in taking action, the others were too embarrassed to be idle.

A few boys with a strong sense of responsibility imitated Nagasawa's method and began to move baskets out.

But the vast majority of people still choose to wait and see.

Sanye in the corner looked at the indifferent crowd around her. She directly picked up a T-shirt to cover her mouth and nose, and ran to the cold storage to help pack the fish and shrimp.

When I first came in, the temperature inside the cold storage was lower than in the aisle.

The three leaves have been dry for less than half an hour, and the temperatures on both sides are almost the same.

In such a small space and constantly bending and moving, Sanye's clothes quickly became soaked.

Sweat dripped down her collar and onto the ground.

Those who were still watching the excitement could no longer stand by and watch under Sanye's infection.

More and more people rushed to the cold storage and joined the rescue operation.

Three hours later, all the fish and shrimp weighing more than ten tons were shipped out.

More than two-thirds of the fish caught have become spoiled.

Nagasawa ordered all spoiled fish and shrimps to be thrown into the sea, regardless of the degree of corruption.

Some people feel distressed when they see them, thinking that those fish obviously look good, so why should they be thrown away?

The answer given by Nagasawa is also very simple.

In a vast and boundless environment like the sea, anything that may cause illness, no matter how small the chance, must be completely avoided.

No matter how minor the illness is when people are at sea, if they do not get timely treatment, they will end up dead.