Chapter 991 (1/2)

Superyachts often don't have a real home port, although they have to register for one after construction.

But because of the low tax policy, many super yacht owners prefer to register and fly the flag of Cayman Islands, Marshall Islands or British Virgin Islands, even if they may not have been there once.

Andy's fast silver super yacht is registered in the Cayman Islands, so it's natural to fly the Cayman flag.

”Have a good holiday, Mr. Smith. If you need anything, please call us directly. We will provide you with the best service.”

Andy chuckled and shook hands with the big account manager who finished the transaction and couldn't close his smile. ”Thank you. I'll contact you if necessary. Goodbye.”

”Goodbye.”

Andy stands in front of the deck fence, takes sunglasses to look at the figure of more than a dozen people leaving each other, turns his head to Kenny and says, ”has the supplies been delivered to the ship?”

”It's already moving.”

”It's better to have people 'clean' the main areas. Some guys are all pervasive. They may not put me on their list...”

”I see, boss. It's too hot outside. You'd better go back to the cabin for a while.” Kenny nodded and hesitated before leaving.

”Ha ha, it's OK. Isn't there any other brothers around? Go ahead. I don't have that kind of enemy. I will assassinate me...”

Andy knows what Kenny means, and he says with a smile as he looks at some bikini beauties waving at him from the distant dock.

Kenny nodded and said nothing more. Turning into the cabin, he saw four men with black suitcases saying, ”start from the top master bedroom of the boss, and don't let go of any dead ends.”

”I see!”

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”Boss, the chef and maid from housekeeper George have arrived...”

Andy, wearing only big shorts and sunglasses, lies on the sunbathing deck at the stern of the boat and looks up at the bodyguard who came to report.

”Well, finally, let them see if the food on the boat is enough and what else needs to be added. By the way, when they are familiar with it, let them get me something to eat first. What time is it now?”

”I see. It's 3:25.”

Andy nodded, sat up from the deck, walked to the surf pool, stepped in with his legs raised, and a comfortable cool directly dissipated the heat.

Comfortably spread out his arms and lean on the edge of the pool, feeling the rolling waves washing his skin.

”Boss, Miss Lima has got off the plane. Shall we set sail?”

”Is it here? Then leave the port! ” Andy nodded and smiled.

Some people on the wharf were surprised to see the anchor pulled up, the stern of the boat began to billow, and the silver gray super yacht slowly drove out of the port. All kinds of envied, speechless and disappointed eyes watched it sail to the distance like a sharp arrow.

Dada dada -

Andy let the wind from the helicopter propeller disturb his hair, smiling at the helicopter slowly landing on the apron like a sharp bow.

Andy, wearing only one pair of shorts, walked to the helicopter that had been slowly stopped. The cabin door of the helicopter opened. A long, slender, wheat colored, long Tui stretched out from the engine room on a pair of mops. Then his beautiful face in sunglasses and curly brown red hair fluttered in the wind.