Chapter 149: Old Wang, is your daughter married?

After saying that, he didn't even look at the fish and just stepped down from the stage.

Damn, that's really showing off.

You keep saying you're forever first here—what does my first place even count as? You pretentious prick.

"Brother, he's talking about you." Xiao Hu, afraid Ye Cheng wasn't as smart as him, specially reminded him.

Ye Cheng gave him a blatant eye-roll.

Everyone else is speaking; as the seller, shouldn't I also not stay idle?

He also stepped forward, took the microphone from Zhao Zhiming, cleared his throat, and then spoke loudly,

"Um, first thank Young Master Cui for his generosity, and..."

Ye Cheng paused briefly, deliberately glanced at Cui Shuran, then continued: "In the future, Young Master Cui may have to keep spending."

Although Ye Cheng didn't say it outright, the meaning was clear: the first place will still be his; if you, Cui Shuran, want first place, then come buy it.

The two youngsters' back-and-forth had the crowd of onlookers thrilled.

Cui Shuran had a black line on his face; he thought spending ten thousand would steal Ye Cheng's spotlight, but didn't expect a single sentence to throw it back at him.

Alright, let's wait and see.

He walked off stage with ten thousand dollars; Ye Cheng's remaining fish were also collected, except the mouse grouper which sold for a bit more, the rest were about the same, totaling 5560 dollars, plus the ten thousand from the horse pomfret, making a total of dollars.

Adding this time's self-reward of 5000 dollars and the first-place prize of 50,000 dollars, today's total income is over 70,000.

Ye Cheng gave 3000 dollars to Xiao Hu; this guy didn't contribute today, just watched the show.

After tallying, Ye Cheng's net worth has reached 100,000 dollars, with a 10,000-dollar external debt, making him truly a wealthy family patriarch.

"Little bro, want to grab a meal?" Lao Wang, who had been waiting beside him for Ye Cheng to finish selling the fish, then walked over.

"Sure, just noodles, nothing else." Ye Cheng said.

"Damn, I'm treating you to a meal and you just want noodles? That's your choice, so don't blame me later."

"Rest assured, settle the score first—take care of that bowl of noodles from last time before we talk."

"Alright, President Jiang, shall we go get a bowl of noodles together?" Lao Wang turned his head to look at Jiang Weiyang.

Jiang Weiyang was both laughing and crying.

Those few presidents drove, while Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu rode motorcycles; the group headed straight to the city, and Cui Shuran actually followed behind.

The competition had already ended at 3 o'clock; after the awarding and auction, it was 6 o'clock by the time they got to the city.

Jiang Weiyang found a rice-noodle shop tucked in a small alley, said to be an old establishment that does a great job.

"Order whatever you want." Lao Wang waved his hand; the table of people plus Cui Shuran and Zhao Zhiming made six in total, and they found a round table to sit.

"Boss, give me two bowls of triple-fresh noodles, with pork kidney, pork liver, and pork large intestine!" Ye Cheng said without hesitation.

"Sorry, we're out of large intestine." The boss said lightly.

"Then skip the large intestine—it's on you, Lao Wang." After saying that, Ye Cheng glanced at Lao Wang and said, "Your turn to order."

Lao Wang casually waved his hand and told the boss, "Same, we'll all have the same."

"I don't eat pork liver or kidney; just give me lean meat and fish slices." Cui Shuran added, this guy is really pretentious, and I don't know why he insists on coming along.

"Lao Wang, I'm not saying this about you—you're how old and still eating tender grass? Can you even handle it?"

Ye Cheng teased, and regarding Lao Wang stealing his tender grass, Ye Cheng has always held a grudge.

"What tender grass?" Lao Wang was a bit puzzled.

"Damn, you still won't admit it? That time at the market fee collection, you took that young girl away from the table—she's barely how old? Look at you, you're about to have 'a tree of pear blossoms pressing down on the crabapple'."

"Xiao Rou?" Lao Wang exclaimed, "She's my daughter!"

"What?!"

"Da... daughter?"

Ye Cheng shouted in surprise, "A daughter?"

After all my effort, that was Lao Wang's daughter?

No way.

He then scrutinized Lao Wang again: "With you like that? You could father such a beautiful daughter?"

Lao Wang's old face darkened,

"Get lost, I was a handsome guy when I was young too."

Ye Cheng wanted to say more, but that annoying voice sounded again: "Xiao Rou isn't for you to scheme over—give up your ideas."

Cui Shuran looked at Ye Cheng with a threatening expression; this tone was completely different from his previous disdain—he was warning him.

"Uncle Wang, why are you still letting Xiao Rou do the fee collection?" After warning Ye Cheng, Cui Shuran then blamed Lao Wang.

Lao Wang smiled and said, "She needs to see some of the world; girls need to get married someday, and if they don't gain experience, how will they avoid being deceived later?"

"But she shouldn't go to that kind of place—there are even more scammers there." Cui Shuran said with a sarcastic tone, also glancing at Ye Cheng.

Now Ye Cheng understood; even an idiot would get it.

This Cui Shuran is clearly after Lao Wang's daughter; no wonder he's so respectful to Lao Wang—he's aiming for the father-in-law route.

Fine, fine—after fighting me for the championship, now you want to fight me for a woman too, huh?

Actually, for Ye Cheng, that girl called Xiao Rou he's only met a few times; you can't really say how much he likes her.

Just that...

Since you, Cui Shuran, care so much, he doesn't mind showing a bit of interest.

Ye Cheng leaned toward Lao Wang and said, "Old Wang, is your daughter married yet? What do you think of me?"

As soon as Ye Cheng said that, not only Cui Shuran but also Jiang Weiyang and Zhao Zhiming spat out their noodles.

Fuck!

You can be that direct?

This is the father-in-law, not the mother-in-law, wanting someone's daughter—you're not afraid they'll beat you to death?

Besides, you keep calling him Lao Wang—do you have any manners?

On this side, Cui Shuran heard Ye Cheng openly wanting to pursue Lao Wang's daughter, her brows knitting instantly as she fixed her gaze on Ye Cheng and spoke, word by word,

"Ye Cheng, you're doing this on purpose, right?"

"A graceful lady is fit for a gentleman; she's unmarried, I'm unmarried—what's wrong with that? Could it be only you're allowed to pursue her?"

"Xiao Rou is a young lady from a wealthy family—do you think a rural fisherman like you is worthy?"

"Maybe she actually likes poor boys."

"Bullshit!" Cui Shuran immediately lost her composure.

The two argued heatedly; Lao Wang couldn't sit still, quickly pretended to cough twice to interrupt them, "Um, why don't we eat noodles first, eat noodles."

"Tch!"

"Pah!"

A dinner was completed amidst this heated situation; Lao Wang finished eating, paid, and ran off, unable to bear it—the daughter was too beautiful, all the young wolves lunging at her, and Lao Wang couldn't hold out either.

After everyone left, Zhao Zhiming came over, making eyes.

"Damn, Brother Zhao, your image in my mind has always been tall and mighty; don't make yourself so sleazy, okay?"