Chapter 1919: Chapter 906: Sweeping Everything Clean

But if it’s just one island, the place seems…a bit small.

How about setting up a large enough ranch? That way, there’ll be more workers to use—imagine people from the countryside all coming with me to farm and raise cattle abroad. When they go home, they might dream about bragging how awesome they are!

From a practical perspective, a ranch is indeed more useful. The island can be developed into vacation villas, with a lab for hanging sheep’s head and selling dog’s meat to easily bring out my achievements. If cattle are to be raised, a ranch is definitely better.

Besides, developing the small island takes too long. Now Anderson is enthusiastically contacting customers for me, so I also have to prepare more land for cattle raising.

Later on, the beef supply at home can cater to domestic needs, while the supply here caters internationally. It sounds quite nice.

But choosing a ranch means choosing a large one, so a good location is crucial!

No need to think twice, I’ve studied this area quite a bit before; if you want a large ranch, it’s definitely Australia!

Australia is vast and sparsely populated, with a huge land area and only around twenty million people—just equivalent to two Wan City regions. If I develop well, I can send more workers there in the future. Hmm, maybe even make them have more kids, and cause some trouble among the natives. Who knows, the Prime Minister might be one of ours in a few years!

Boss Yan’s line of thinking isn’t without reason. The relationship between Australia and China is hard to define. Whether it’s good depends entirely on China and America’s relations. When tensions rise between China and America, Australia jumps out, howling in protest; when relations ease, Australians howl about visiting the Capital to see the Great Wall.

Anyway, calling it friendly isn’t very accurate; calling it unfriendly isn’t quite right either, as they’re far away. Shouting is common, but specific actions are not as rowdy as the small country north of Australia.

If Australia’s ranch is chosen, exporting beef from here appears to be closer than from home—this proximity refers to actual shipping distance; if by flight, direct distance via the Arctic is more or less the same.

It’s just far from home, calculated as a straight-line distance of seven thousand kilometers from the Sancha River, requiring a flight of about six hours. Fortunately, the journey isn’t lonely since traveling once over can pick some stuff up as gifts; it’s worthwhile to make round trips.

Unlike previous trips from home to Japan, which although a bit closer, are merely scenic.

If I go over myself, it’s really comparable to a mouse falling into a rice jar, a yellow weasel entering a henhouse…well, or better put, a tiger entering a sheep pen.

Just thinking about this made Boss Yan forget what he was doing, and looking down, he found himself over a brightly lit city.

Damn, where have I flown to now!

Looking down further, it turns out to be Bay; I’ve already flown over to the northern part of Bay. Although it’s a disobedient child of ours, Yan Fei doesn’t plan to do anything here, just change direction and keep flying!

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The survey team is lingering in these seas, presumably because it’s near Ropeland Island according to Yan Fei’s guess.

Ropeland Island has an American military presence, and quite a significant one too, with naval, air, and land forces, including the famous Marine Corps. Yan Fei found this out later through research. Initially, the base he visited was purely because he wasn’t well informed then.

The entire island has about twenty thousand troops, while all the troops in other parts of Japan total only half of that here.

Judging by the numbers and equipment, the importance here is obvious, nicknamed an unsinkable aircraft carrier by the U.S. military.

Unsinkable aircraft carrier?

Yan Fei slipped into deep contemplation upon thinking this?

Giving it such a name, could it be taunting me?

Moreover, it left me waiting at Zhongsha for quite some time, two or three days at that—without this base, those survey team ships wouldn’t have stayed here so long!

Thinking about it, Yan Fei suddenly felt something was wrong: Eh, why have I changed direction again? Am I flying towards the unsinkable aircraft carrier now?

Since the direction’s changed, might as well head there!

Anyway, everyone on the yacht has drunk quite a lot tonight, probably won’t wake early tomorrow.

Actually, he hadn’t yet decided what to do.

Based on past experience, messing around too much might not be a good thing for now. A rabbit when cornered kicks an eagle! I can’t push people too hard either.

Actions require gradual progress; previously, mischief was only done in Japan and on the sea. In mainland America, targets were civilian facilities, rarely targeting military ones.

Take it slow, today let’s not get on the island, just circle around first.

With this thought, he’s already spotted the target. There’s no choice; flying fast means arriving as soon as you think!

Two targets in a row, one ship is just two or three hundred kilometers from the island, the other perhaps five or six hundred kilometers away. It looks like the survey team is over, busy at their base here, forming a line for rapid response to any issue.

Starting from the point closest to the island, one ship disappeared in less than five minutes, followed by the second one!

Ascending back into the sky, glancing downward, he’s already spotted the third ship—a straight line indeed.

The third ship not only has the stars and stripes, but also several other national flags. Moreover, not less than a hundred kilometers away, there’s a ship flying a red flag.

After a little thought, Yan Fei flew down, circled the third ship, and seeing no one familiar aboard, unhesitatingly took it away.