Chapter 130: Some money, you guys are a black shop, right?

Aunt Yuan forced an ugly smile and went in, likely because she saw Ye Cheng and felt a bit embarrassed.

"Yunxiang, are you there?"

As soon as she came in, Aunt Yuan called out.

Jiang Yunxiang opened the door, saw Aunt Yuan holding something, with Ye Cheng behind her, and roughly understood what was going on.

Ye Guowei also told her about what happened to Yuan MazI? yesterday.

"Auntie, why do you have time to come over? Come in, sit a bit, have you eaten?" It was almost lunchtime, and Jiang Yunxiang exchanged a few polite remarks.

Ye Cheng wasn't so polite; he went straight inside.

Aunt Yuan didn't go in either; she just shoved what she was holding into Jiang Yunxiang's hands, saying, "Yunxiang, last night, thanks to your family's Guowei and Lao Er, otherwise my old man might have passed away."

"Auntie, no need to be so polite; we're from the same village, seeing this we definitely have to help—take your stuff back."

"You must accept this; my family's situation is average, we can't bring out anything good, so please take it and don't look down on it."

"Auntie, really no need."

"Oh well, just take it; my old man should have come himself to thank you, but after he went home last night he caught a chill and is still running a fever—sigh, at his age he still pushes himself so hard."

"Ah, then Auntie, keep an eye out; if you need help just call out."

The two women chatted outside for a while, then Aunt Yuan left.

Jiang Yunxiang came in holding the items and said to Ye Cheng, "They said Uncle Yuan has a fever, so he didn't come himself."

Seeing the expression on her brother-in-law's face, she understood and explained further.

"I didn't say anything," Ye Cheng defended himself.

After speaking, he glanced at what Jiang Yunxiang was holding—a crate of milk, two bottles of baijiu—clearly bought by Li Quezi.

"This Yuan MazI?'s life is only worth this much," Ye Cheng said, a bit dissatisfied.

"Their family's situation isn't good either, you know that." Jiang Yunxiang finished, then changed the subject: "Why don't you eat here before heading to town?"

Ye Cheng checked the time—it was past eleven—he shook his head: "Sister-in-law, I'm going into town to eat; you and Dou Dou have something to eat and then get an early nap, you were up late last night."

His older brother is as strong as an ox, but Jiang Yunxiang isn't that sturdy; staying up late leaves her face a bit pale.

"Dou Dou, Second Uncle has gone to town—want something to eat? I'll buy it for you later," Ye Cheng said, looking at his little nephew.

The little guy was quite adept at this; at the mention of food he lunged over, drooling, and said,

"Second Uncle, I want a burger and fried chicken legs."

Ye Cheng smiled indulgently, pinched his chubby cheek, and said, "Sure, Second Uncle will bring it back for you later."

Kids just love these things; there's nothing to be done.

Jiang Yunxiang, unusually, didn't scold him this time; she just helped Ye Cheng load that big red-spotted fish onto the motorcycle, probably distracted by the fish herself.

"A Cheng, come back early after you sell it, don't waste money in town."

"All right, sister-in-law, I got it."

Well, this sister-in-law's orders are different from others'; she's just worried I'll spend money, guessing she sees me buying this and then that, feeling a bit reluctant.

He mounted his beloved little donkey and set off on the road to town to sell fish.

On the way, worried something might happen to the precious red-spotted fish, Ye Cheng didn't dare take a bite of food and rushed straight to the door of Wang Ke's private restaurant.

Upon arrival, seeing the luxury cars parked out front, Ye Cheng felt a bit embarrassed.

Even the lowest were Crowns; the rest were Benzes and BMWs—my dusty motorcycle really looked out of place stopping there.

Fortunately, after explaining to the doorman, he somewhat understood and led me to the back door.

Ye Cheng called Wang Ke; the other end was a bit noisy, it was mealtime and the place was packed.

"'Little Ye, you arrived? At this time, wait a bit, I'll have someone come out to receive it.' One could tell Wang Ke wasn't too pleased, probably because it's the busy mealtime."

Ye Cheng himself knew this timing wasn't ideal, but the problem was the red-spotted fish couldn't hold out much longer; if it died later, it wouldn't be worth as much.

After Wang Ke hung up, a person in a neat professional suit quickly came out and immediately spotted Ye Cheng on his motorcycle.

"You're the fish seller, right?" the person said in a not-so-pleasant tone.

Ye Cheng looked and saw a badge on the person's chest that read "Duty Manager."

"May I ask your surname, Manager? I'm in contact with President Wang; I have fish to sell." Ye Cheng put on a smile and said.

In this world, it's easy to see Yama but hard to deal with petty officials; the lower the rank, the more you have to be courteous.

That person snorted coldly through his nose, then pointed at the water tank behind Ye Cheng's motorcycle and said imperiously, "I'm Xiao; just bring it in—honestly, coming at this time when everyone's busy."

Ye Cheng gave an embarrassed laugh, lifted the water tank with both hands, and followed the manager inside.

Although it was the back kitchen, one could tell the decor was far superior to Boss Qian's.

It wasn't gaudy gold and marble; it was a simple style with a cultural touch, namely "elegant."

Whether elegant or not, Ye Cheng had no interest; he just wanted to finish selling the fish.

After passing through a corridor, Manager Xiao led Ye Cheng to the seafood area, where a long row of glass tanks held all kinds of seafood.

"All right, put it in there; I'll pay you." Manager Xiao pointed at a tank.

Ye Cheng froze for a moment—this should be the vegetable picking area; shouldn't we first weigh and calculate the price?

"Um, Manager Xiao, don't we need to weigh it first? We haven't agreed on a price yet."

"Oh well, President Wang said to give you 1,000 yuan; that's about right." Manager Xiao, impatient, pointed at the tank, gesturing for Ye Cheng to put the fish in.

"How much? 1,000?" Ye Cheng raised his voice, "Damn, is this paying off beggars? I've got a dozen-plus-pound red-spotted fish and you're giving me 1,000 yuan—do you think it's sardines?"

In his view, even at a discount it should be at least 8,000 yuan; now it's just 1,000, no weighing needed—damn, this is a black shop, right?

When Ye Cheng raised his voice, several customers turned to look, instantly making Manager Xiao flustered.

His face darkened; he lowered his voice and barked, "What are you yelling about? 1,000 isn't even enough—if it weren't for President Wang saying to pay this price, we wouldn't accept it at all."

"Still dare to scold me?"

Ye Cheng also got angry, thinking, "Do I still have to be an ox or horse in this life as in my past life?"

I'm now a person with a system, and with no official position I'm light and free—who's afraid of whom?

He also threw caution to the wind, raised his voice, and facing that crowd of customers, said,

"Hehe, you still think you're in the right, huh? Looking at such a big shop, buying my fish at such a low price, you still think you're in the right? You're a black shop!"