Chapter 197: This is called emotional value

This was to make Young Master Wang happy; he waved his hand, took out several packs of Hua Zi cigarettes from his bag, and began handing out cigarettes to everyone.

In an instant, the whole dock turned into a large celebrity meet-and-greet; the atmosphere lasted ten-odd minutes before everyone went their separate ways.

Young Master Wang and his companions were all excited, their gaze toward Ye Cheng becoming much friendlier; Young Master Wang even directly patted Ye Cheng's shoulder, saying, "Brother, you're quite capable."

"Well, since you're spending money, Young Master Wang, we ought to provide service," Ye Cheng said with a smiling face.

Having said that, he turned and shouted at Xiao Hu, "Hurry up, help Young Master Wang deliver the stuff over there—it's so dirty, we can't let him carry it himself."

Xiao Hu glanced at those few numbskulls, picked up the water tank in one go, and asked, "Where should I move this to?"

Young Master Wang pointed to the other side of the dock, "Over there, put it on our boat."

"Um, handsome guy, leave your contact info; you're quite interesting. If you come to the East Sea again next time, come find me to hang out."

Young Master Wang and Ye Cheng exchanged phone numbers, then he led Xiao Hu toward their own boat.

Watching their receding backs, Ye Cheng suddenly pulled Laolin aside, lowered his voice and asked, "You just offered such a high price—were you just trying to sell it to them?"

Just now, when Young Master Wang and his group came out, Laolin's expression turned sour; Ye Cheng guessed that was the reason.

Laolin gave a wry smile, "What's there to say now? You, Ye Lao Er, sold it for 20,000—you're really something."

Saying that, Laolin gave Ye Cheng a thumbs-up.

"Come on, tell me, what's the background of this bunch?" Ye Cheng continued to ask.

"I don't know; it seems their boat had a problem, so they made a temporary stop, then they came ashore to stroll. Seeing them spend lavishly, I wanted to take a chance—I didn't expect you to see through me."

Ye Cheng still wanted to say something, but the other fishmongers had already gathered around to congratulate him, "Lao Er, congratulations on selling at such a high price."

"This must be a record; it's good you're not in our line of work, otherwise we'd have nothing to eat."

"Yeah, especially after you sold at a high price and made them so happy—that's amazing."

Ye Cheng thought to himself, "This is what they call emotional value; that's exactly what the rich want."

At times like this Ye Cheng wasn't stingy either; he bought several packs of cigarettes and handed them out all around, letting everyone feel balanced inside; Xiao Hu over there also finished delivering the goods and handed over the entire water tank.

While smoking, Laolin suddenly said, "Lao Er, you've sold out your coconut crabs; do you have any other goods to show us? Just don't sell them at such a high price."

Ye Cheng thought for a moment, "Well, anyway we've already made a wave of 20,000; at the dock it doesn't matter if we can't get a high price."

"There's still some goods left; everyone, have a look and give a price." Ye Cheng had Xiao Hu dump out all the remaining stuff at once.

"Whoa, such big sea urchins, and so many—I'll take them."

"Dog shark, I'll take the dog shark."

"Spider snail, don't fight over this—it's mine."

"Big octopus, perfect—one of my customers wants it."

A few people swarmed up, all thumbs, and in one go snatched Ye Cheng's goods clean; the last guy, with nothing left to grab, could only scoop up that sole fish.

Ye Cheng was speechless: "No, bro, you're even going after the sole fish? This thing isn't worth much; surely others have it too."

That guy came back with a cheeky remark: "None of your business—just give me the money."

After those people grabbed the goods, they paid according to the dock's market price—not high, but it didn't leave Ye Cheng at a loss; altogether they sold for over 3,000, also saving Ye Cheng a trip to the city.

Anyway, last time we gave Lao Qian so much that it's enough for him to sell for a while.

All told, this time we sold more than we have in a long time—actually the most ever.

We still have to thank Young Master Wang for his strong support.

Looking at them, they're probably from a first-tier big city; chances of seeing them again later aren't many.

That money, Ye Cheng gave Xiao Hu 7,000, then kept the rest; calculating, his savings now total 120,002.

This money, just sitting there isn't right; it must be invested, otherwise it'll lose value quickly.

After returning, Ye Cheng went straight to his older brother's house.

As soon as he entered, he heard Ye Guowei chatting with Jiang Yunxiang about the afternoon dock incident: "A Cheng doesn't know where he learned that nonsense, tricking those out-of-towners into a daze and getting them to fork over 20,000 for the coconut crabs."

Hearing Ye Guowei say it was a scam, Jiang Yunxiang let out a soft 'Ah,' "Won't they call the police?"

Ye Guowei chuckled, "No, my coworker told me they were quite happy; I can't figure it out either."

Ye Cheng lifted the door curtain and walked in, "Big brother, I wasn't deceiving them; that was sales technique."

"A Cheng's here—have you eaten yet? Should I get you something, sis?" Jiang Yunxiang rose to ask.

Ye Cheng nodded, "No trouble, sis—just whip up some noodles and that'll do."

Jiang Yunxiang went in to cook the noodles; Dou Dou looked at Ye Cheng and suddenly pointed at him, saying,

"Uncle Er tricked people."

Ye Cheng rubbed the little one's head, "Uncle Er didn't trick anyone—I sold genuine goods; they were willing, and in the end they even left me their phone number, so we became friends."

"Huh? You tricked them, yet they still think you're a friend? Are they that stupid?" Dou Dou stared at Ye Cheng with pure innocence; from a child's perspective, it really is hard to understand.

"Then maybe you don't read enough, so you can't figure it out? You've been slacking off with your studies."

Dou Dou lifted his head, his stubborn little noggin pushing forward: "No way, I take my writing seriously."

"Fine, you're serious. All right, Uncle Er's hungry—I'll eat the noodles first."

Jiang Yunxiang had already brought the noodles over; Ye Cheng added two cloves of garlic—eating noodles without garlic halves the aroma.

While eating, Jiang Yunxiang curiously asked Ye Cheng about today's events; what she'd just heard was all from Ye Guowei's hearsay, not reliable.

Since someone wanted to hear about his afternoon exploits, Ye Cheng was happy to oblige, giving a thorough account of what happened.

Although Jiang Yunxiang already knew the outcome, hearing Ye Cheng really sell three coconut crabs for 20,000 made her unable to stifle a gasp.

"A Cheng, isn't this a bit underhanded?" Ye Guowei said in a low voice.

"Big brother, I'm not selling the crab itself, but the added value—you know there's an elderly celebrity from Mei Li Guo who, whenever he visits the country, arranges a meal; you know how much it costs to dine with him, right?"

Ye Cheng paused a moment, then reached out and made the 'two' gesture.