Chapter 132

Xiao Ye, if you have this kind of good stuff in the future, come find me first; also, if you have other wild, rarer seafood, come find me too—I'll take it all.

This guy, his attitude has gotten really big.

"President Wang, I have a buyer for my small seafood, our relationship is not bad, it's just that he can't handle this big haul, so." Ye Cheng also spoke frankly; Boss Qian is a decent guy, and he doesn't want to ruin such a good cooperative relationship.

Alright, I understand. Anyway, if you have big or good goods, remember to call me; and if you really have top-tier stuff, I can also help you find a few buyers to hold an auction—auction prices are usually much higher.

"Auction?" Ye Cheng let out a soft sigh; he hadn't even thought of that before.

Wang Ke looked around, made sure no one was there, then lowered his voice and said to Ye Cheng's ear,

"For this fish, I'd sell it to Mr. Li for at most 30,000; if Mr. Li hadn't seen it first and snapped it up, I could get a few big bosses to auction it and add another 30%."

Ye Cheng nodded; that's what resources are.

Doing business in later times is the same—sometimes it's not skill but resources that count; if you have goods in hand or know where to get them, you can turn them into money.

After leaving Wang Ke, Ye Cheng finally had time to find a place to eat.

It was almost two o'clock, a bit hungry, Ye Cheng went straight to a fast-food joint and ordered a rice bowl with toppings.

Back when I was in college, I loved rice bowls with toppings; there was no choice—money was tight, and a topped rice bowl costs nearly half as much as a single stir-fried dish.

In a dorm of four people, each orders something different, so the four of them end up with four dishes.

Of course, the boss hates this kind of customer the most—four dishes mean four separate stir-fries.

Because the price of a topped rice bowl is set, it's hard to have many varieties; if it's too pricey, people just order dishes directly.

Regular dishes like stir-fried chili and meat, tomato and egg scrambled, and twice-cooked pork rice bowl are what Ye Cheng likes best.

But this place has a relatively wide selection, so Ye Cheng ordered a salted fried pork rice bowl.

Salted fried pork is similar to twice-cooked pork—both use fatty-lean pork with scallions and garlic stir-fried—but salted fried pork is relatively leaner, then topped with that reddish, spicy sauce made with chili bean paste; mix it with the rice and it's literally perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

A salted fried pork rice bowl costs 6 yuan; being able to eat meat for 6 yuan is really cheap—later, a bowl of noodles with meat is over 10 yuan, and in the more refined southern spots it's even pricier: 28, 38, 58 yuan. All things considered, living in this era is relatively easier.

After finishing his meal, he didn't forget to buy something for his little nephew; he first went to Xinhua Bookstore—Dou Dou is about to start elementary school.

Although many things have changed somewhat in later times, the field of education has still accumulated rich experience.

For example, reading—later generations constantly stress giving kids more reading, and fact has proven it effective.

Dou Dou is now staying at home with his sister-in-law, just playing; he reads too few books, and if he later goes to elementary school in the city, he won't be able to keep up with those city kids.

So Ye Cheng first went to Xinhua Bookstore and bought him a set of children's reading material, to have his sister-in-law read it to him later.

Damn it, I don't know how, but I've slipped back into involution.

What I bought were the Four Great Classics; gotta say, this stuff has been reprinted for a century and still has a market.

After buying the books, Ye Cheng went to KFC for fried chicken, then bought himself an iced cola, and rode his motorcycle while drinking the cola.

The only downside is that the motorcycle lacks a stand, so there's nowhere to put the cola cup; next time I'll have someone install one—that'll be the treatment of a convertible sports car.

After returning to the village, Ye Cheng first went to his older brother's place, gave the books and KFC to Dou Dou; fortunately, the kid seems quite interested in books—no wonder he's a child of the old Ye family, he's got the foundation.

From selling the red-spotted grouper for 18,000, Ye Cheng gave 4,000 to his sister-in-law; although Jiang Yunxiang was pushing it away with her hands, her eyes lit up.

In one evening's time, plus the 5,000 yuan from this morning, he's already made 9,000—almost catching up to half a year's salary of Ye Guowei.

This made Jiang Yunxiang happy; she kept praising Ye Cheng for being capable now.

Then she started talking about how she has a few cousin nieces back home and such; hearing that, Ye Cheng hurriedly ran off.

No way, to be frank, Ye Cheng's reincarnated life in the village poses no problem, making money is no problem, but letting him marry a woman like his older sister-in-law—he really isn't too keen on that.

It's not that Jiang Yunxiang is bad; it's just that the times differ—a wife, besides being good-looking, also needs to be a spiritual companion.

As someone who's been reborn, finding someone who truly understands him is really not easy.

Leaving his sister-in-law's house, Ye Cheng calculated his money.

Besides lending Duan Chunsheng 10,000 yuan, I originally had just over 5,000 left; this morning I took out 18,000, this afternoon I'll give Xiao Hu 4,000, leaving me with 10,000—all told, I now have 23,000 in savings and a 10,000 yuan external debt.

If this were ten-odd years earlier, I'd definitely be a ten-thousand-yuan household.

Xiao Hu, no need to think—he's just playing games at home; Ye Cheng walked in and took two glances: the screen was full of skeleton foot soldiers hacking away, while Xiao Hu lounged in the back, relaxed.

"Damn! You said you were a barbarian reincarnation and would clear the game as a barbarian—how did you switch to a necromancer?"

Xiao Hu gave a hehe laugh: "Brother, you're still awesome—this necromancer is much easier; you guys don't even have to go up and do it yourself, just fight a bit slower."

"If you're bad at controls, you're bad at controls—just a piece of junk." Ye Cheng lit a cigarette and sat down to watch.

"Don't say I didn't warn you in advance—this works early on, but later without gear support it's not as good as a barbarian; if you get insta-killed by the boss later, don't blame me."

"How could that be, bro? I plan to grind, grind hard, grind until I have a full set of gear before I go up—I'll be able to take them down."

A twenty-something internet-addicted teen is also beyond help.

Suddenly, Ye Cheng's eyes lit up—under the computer appeared something new: a telephone!

"Damn! They're installing a telephone?"

"Ah, it's still delaying me an hour." Xiao Hu muttered, eyes glued to the screen.

Ye Cheng flicked a knuckle at him: "Ma de, you didn't tell me you were installing a phone, and you just put the handset by your foot—damn, a phone is worth way more than you."

After being flicked by Ye Cheng, Xiao Hu didn't mind—as long as he had a game to play.

Ye Cheng had Xiao Hu move his foot, then brought the telephone up; the modem was also set up—now we could really dial up to go online.

"What about the username and password for going online? Didn't they give you any?"

"They gave me a slip of paper just now—it was here a moment ago; let me look for it."

The two of them searched around, and after some effort they found that slip of paper under the desk; fortunately what was written on it was still legible, otherwise without the account and password I, old man, couldn't get online.