Chapter 247: Wang Defa: You Dare Smash Our Stuff?

But Wang's aunt didn't care, her shrewishness flared, she tossed her face and said, "Then go find one for 30,000, my family's boat is 40,000, I won't sell for less."

Ye Cheng nodded, "Fine, that's how you want to play? Then you keep it to yourselves."

"Fine, I can't afford it, return my deposit."

As soon as the deposit was mentioned, Wang Defa felt a pang; he had this quirk—once money went into his pocket, taking it out hurt him, pained his heart, gave him a headache; he glanced at his wife.

Wang's aunt immediately understood, flicked her face, spread her hands, "That 3,000 is for you to compensate us for fixing the boat—you brought back so many oysters, you wrecked the boat; out of face for Xiao Hu, we haven't charged you extra."

After hearing all that, Ye Cheng was stunned, "Damn, that's shameless!"

How could they say that?

Moreover, do you think I'm an honest, simple fisherman?

Ye Cheng said nothing, stood up, lifted the table with both hands, flung it up— the whole table flew out, bowls and chopsticks clattering to the floor.

Wang Defa and Wang's aunt were startled, jumped up from their chairs, faces full of fear as they looked at Ye Cheng.

"Ye Cheng, what are you trying to do? You dare smash our stuff? Watch out, I'll sue you!" Wang Defa shouted angrily, puffing.

"Sue me? See if the police catch you!" Ye Cheng glared back.

"Do you two think I'm easy to bully, that you'd spit out 3,000 just like that? Have you forgotten what I used to be?"

"Believe it or not, I'll make your whole household restless!"

Damn!

Really, after being a good guy for so long, you still want to bully me, huh?

"Listen, Wang Defa, money—hand it over honestly, or you'll suffer."

Ye Cheng exploded, and only then did the couple remember who they were dealing with.

He used to be the village rascal; the two of them had tried to swindle his money, seems they wanted to split up.

Wang Defa's wife wasn't arrogant anymore, she shrank to the side, silent.

"Hand over the money." Ye Cheng lit a cigarette, too lazy to waste words with this family.

Wang Defa gave Ye Cheng a hesitant glance, forced an ugly smile, "Lao Er, let's talk nicely."

"You want to talk nicely? Look at the rotten things you've done—jacking up the price last minute, refusing to return the deposit; should I go post something in the village for everyone to see your true faces?"

"No, no, we can refund it." Hearing Ye Cheng would post it, Wang Defa wilted, hurried inside to get the 3,000 and handed it to Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng wasn't shy about embarrassment; right in front of them he counted the money—these two would really dare to skim a bill or two.

After counting, it turned out nothing was missing.

Holding the money, Ye Cheng glanced at them, originally wanting to scold a bit more, but seeing their pitiful state, he couldn't be bothered.

The pitiful always have something hateful about them—old saying holds true.

After Ye Cheng came out, only then did he hear them complaining inside, but it no longer concerned him.

Since Wang Defa's boat couldn't be bought, Ye Cheng had to go find Ye Guowei and ask him to check the dock for a suitable one.

Upon reaching Ye Guowei, Ye Cheng explained; Ye Guowei got angry and wanted to go scold the couple again.

But things were as they were, scolding wouldn't help; as for buying a boat, Ye Guowei went straight to the dock to inquire.

Buying a used boat for over 30,000 is still relatively easy.

On the way back, Ye Cheng stopped by Xiao Hu's place and told him and his parents what had happened.

Xiao Hu's father, a good-tempered silent type, upon hearing it, jumped up, his face red with anger,

"A Cheng, don't worry, I'll go seek justice for you; this couple has lost all shame."

He was furious—his son follows Ye Cheng and is doing well, yet you, as his uncle, don't help a bit, instead you're thinking of swindling him.

Bullying him is fine, but bullying his son is not.

Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu persuaded him, finally holding him back: "All right, uncle, from now on we'll just avoid people like them."

"Screw that, from now on they're not setting foot in my door."

"Is it A Cheng you here, has this messed up your plans?" Xiao Hu's father looked apologetically at Ye Cheng.

"Yeah, bro, does that mean we can't go out to sea for now?"

Speaking of that, Ye Cheng also furrowed his brows—he'd just spent a lot of money, needs to recoup; if we don't go out to sea, even nearby foraging seems hard.

"No problem, I'll have my brother ask at the dock; we'll talk after he gets an answer, I'll think about it these two days."

Xiao Hu's parents apologized repeatedly, feeling they'd caused Ye Cheng trouble; Ye Cheng was fine, after comforting them a bit he went home.

For now we can't go to sea, maybe we really need to change our approach.

Right, a water pump!

If picking things up on the beach is hard, then go to a water pit to pump.

Anyway, we can't stay idle.

But making him use buckets again? Forget it—too tiring, and you can't make a big pit.

In modern society, we ought to get some mechanized gear.

As for water pumps, they're sold in town; Ye Cheng went back, got Xiao Hu, and they rode a motorcycle to town to have a look.

There really were water pumps—diesel, 2,000 each; Ye Cheng bought two right away.

"Bro, why two? That's a lot—what size pit are you planning to pump?"

According to Xiao Hu, one pump is enough for a pit.

"You don't get it—bigger waves mean pricier fish; more pits mean more goods."

"That's not necessarily true, bro—sometimes a pit is just a pit, nothing in it." Xiao Hu stubbornly insisted.

But this reminded Ye Cheng—those sea-foraging streamers often scatter bait to attract fish; maybe he should do the same.

Saying is doing—Ye Cheng had the pumps delivered, then took Xiao Hu around the market to see what "iffy" stuff there was.

Finally, he bought a pig's head—since sea fish have never eaten pork, he didn't know if they'd like it.

The two rode on a motorcycle, not heading straight back to the village, but instead rode along the village road outward for a while, reaching an area lacking reef stones, then found a large puddle and threw the pig's head into it.

Come on, let's come again tomorrow and see if these fish like to eat pork.

After returning home, Ye Cheng looked around but didn't see Da Huang.

Da Huang, Da Huang, where the hell did you run off to, you little? You didn't go back to the sea again, did you?

After a while, he finally saw Da Huang crawl out of the kitchen, looking at Ye Cheng with eyes full of resentment.

Damn, what's up? Are you hungry?

Da Huang actually nodded his head, though it was unclear whether he truly understood.