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At 9 PM, South London, Canary Wharf.
"The turnover for the last quarter has fallen by 30%, and the catch rate has dropped by 40%. What's the reason for this?"
In the room flickering with lights, Fat Orange squatted on the desk, looking at the quarterly report in front of him with a very serious tone.
The young man standing in front of the desk said, "The company's main fishing areas are in the fishing zones of the West Ocean, where the yield has always been good. I don't know what's happened this year, the sea has been stormy quite often, causing the catch to drop more and more..."
Looking at the young man in front of him, dressed in a stand-collar white shirt and dark black woolen jacket, Fat Orange said with a serious tone, "Raymond, the company's revenue is very important. If the fishing yield in the West Ocean decreases, shouldn't we direct the fishing boats to go to areas where there are no storms and waves?"
