The water in the river was excellent. In recent years, the government had been devoted to its surrounding environment. That was why it had worked hard to stricken its regulations to prevent overfishing. Due to this, there were more and more fishes in the river, creating a sustainable environment.
Given that it was private added to the glamour of the entire scenery. The river was so clean that the waters were almost close to transparent.
The government and the private sector worked hard to create such a beautiful paradise. Although they baited a few, they made sure that none of their techniques would be used to pollute its waters. If they were, they would have to take full responsibility.
Those who joined the fishing association were either rich or incredibly influential.
They all came here for one reason — they all enjoyed fishing.
The people who organized this association had cooperated with Jack in the past when it came to business-related activities.
This was why Jack had been invited to the association along with other commercial partners.
Although the men came here for fishing, they also came here to talk about businesses. It was said that many partnerships were formed at the
riverside.
As the saying went, connections were the only trump card one should have under his sleeves. Some might benefit from them, while others might collapse because of them.
In this sector, connections mattered the most in these fields.
There were many people who were good at sucking up, but Jack was the type of person who could see right through their acts. He wasn't one to rely on connections alone.
In fact, sometimes, this type of influence could drag people down more than they could lift someone up.
However, he knew that it was best to keep these relations alive as they went. Plus, the president of this association, was present as well.
That was why he decided to treat them. The fish in the river were fresh and exquisite. In fact, these delicacies were famous in Ninwell City.
He asked the cook to clean the fish before inviting all the members of the association to sit down.
Although they didn't know each other personality, they had one thing in common, and that was enough for all of them to get along well.
They had set all the small fish free, while the bigger ones were taken back to the kitchen. At last, the cook made all-fish feast that they were about to have.
There were so many old men in the association
who were the same age as Jack's father. They talked about fishing, tools, and so on.
Jack had only introduced himself by name. The others smiled and opted not to say anything else about his history.
Rachel was introduced as his wife. When they found out that the couple were locals, they urged them to introduce fishing places for them to fish in.
"There are lots of them," he started as he reiterated all the places wherein they could fish in. Jack once had a partner who loved fishing as well, so he was well- averse in that area. Unlike other suck-ups, he paid attention to detail in suggesting places where they could go.
At the end of the talk, he had already earned their trust.
"You know we came all this way just to fish," one of the men mentioned, chuckling. Rachel shook her head, admiring them for traveling thousands of miles just for fishing.
Being a doctor, she wanted to warn them to pay more attention to their health, but realizing that it might not be so appropriate, she bowed her head and continued to eat.
Some of the old gentlemen tried to strike up a conversation with her, and she nodded and smiled. She added bits and pieces of her thoughts before returning to her food.
"My wife's an introvert. I hope you don't mind." Jack smiled.
The old man nodded in understanding.
After the dinner, they bid each other farewell. However, before they could leave, one of the men stopped them. His eyebrows knitted in confusion. "I feel like we've met before,"
he said to Rachel.
Rachel observed the man closely, but she really couldn't remember him.
"Maybe I look like somebody else you've seen," she suggested with a faint smile.
The man laughed. "Yes, maybe."
After saying goodbye, the elder men continued to talk with each other before each of their respective drivers came to pick them up.
When most of them had gotten into the car, the man who had talked to Rachel suddenly clapped his hands together. He turned to the other person beside her. "She's a doctor, I know her!"
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