Chapter 322: Da Huang's Feedback

Ye Cheng stood in the middle, curiously looking at the two, "Weren't you just arguing? Now you're fine?"

"Tch! None of your business. Xiao Rou, come over, let's stick together, don't let him take advantage."

"Exactly, you were hugging her waist underwater, shameless." Xiao Rou made a face at Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng's face flushed, "How is that my fault? You're so heavy, I'd sink if I didn't hold you."

"Bullshit, you're the heavy one!"

The three were happily bickering when, just then, a plaintive voice came from ahead,

"Could you pay a little attention? Even when you're flirting and arguing, consider my feelings, okay?"

The two women only then noticed Xiao Hu steering the boat ahead; they could only glare fiercely at Ye Cheng, then kept chatting among themselves.

Women, once you take a liking to them, have endless topics to talk about.

From hair to toenails, they spoke in professional jargon, leaving Ye Cheng dazed.

Both were soaked, unable to keep fishing, so Ye Cheng had to turn back.

Under the golden setting sun, the fishing boat became a rough charcoal line, tracing a beautiful arc across the green waves.

Laughter from the two women occasionally came from the boat, the sea breeze brushed his face, and Ye Cheng's heart suddenly calmed—life should be like this.

In the distance, a small dot blocked the boat's path.

"Damn it, Da Huang!" Ye Cheng throttled back, reducing the boat's speed.

"What? Da Huang's back?" Xiao Rou's sharp ears caught it, and she sprang up in delight.

"Oh, what's Da Huang holding in his mouth?"

Ye Cheng looked over—sure enough, Da Huang had something in his mouth, feeling like a shell.

After adjusting his position, Ye Cheng scooped Da Huang up.

He'd planned to take the shell from its mouth, but it wasn't having it; instead, it trotted happily over to Xiao Rou and, as if offering a treasure, dropped the shell at her feet.

"Huh? For me?" Xiao Rou happily picked it up—a shell bigger than her palm, somewhat like a freshwater clam.

"This is a pearl oyster," Yang Liu said. "There might be pearls inside."

"Really?" Xiao Rou exclaimed delightedly. "Shall we open it?"

Ye Cheng handed over a small knife; Xiao Rou gently slipped it into the seam and twisted, prying the shell open to reveal the flesh inside.

On one side of the meat, two round bumps were evident; Xiao Rou lightly squeezed and out popped two pearls about ten millimeters in diameter, pure white and lustrous, reflecting the alluring glow of jewels.

"Wow, what beautiful pearls."

Ye Cheng remembered a line from Xingye:

"No woman can resist jewelry, unless you're not a woman."

The two before him were real, hundred‑percent women, so naturally they couldn't take their eyes off the pearls.

In fact, they weren't lacking pearl jewelry, but this was something they'd pulled from the shell themselves, and the quality was indeed good—hence they couldn't put it down.

"Wow, Da Huang, you're amazing!" Xiao Rou crouched affectionately, kissed him, and made him rub excitedly against her leg.

Yang Liu also got a pearl, and naturally gave a fragrant kiss.

"Cough cough! Well, you each have a pearl, but I showed you the white dolphin and got nothing?" Ye Cheng turned his face over with a smirk.

"Want face? Tch!"

All Ye Cheng got in return were two sounds of contempt.

After the joke, Ye Cheng picked up Da Huang, pointed downward, and asked softly,

"Da Huang, are there lots of pearl oysters down there?"

The two women surely thought Da Huang had just gotten lucky, but Ye Cheng knew this creature was practically on the verge of becoming a spirit.

If it could get one, it could naturally get many.

Da Huang nodded; Ye Cheng understood, noted the spot in his little notebook, and planned to come back for more pearls.

Returning to the dock, it was still early—just before four.

The usual buyers at the dock weren't around, and there wasn't much else today—just a poisonous scorpionfish and a lionfish.

He'd meant to give the lionfish to Wang Ke, but after Xiao Rou got the pearls, she scummily forgot about the lionfish.

He'd also wanted to invite the two beauties back to his place for a shower, but after they gave him a white‑eye look, each got in her own car and left.

Damn it, not even a cloud left behind.

Today's haul wasn't much; Ye Cheng randomly sold the catch to a dealer for 700 yuan, which he split straight down the middle with Xiao Hu.

Women, they really slow down your money‑making speed.

Back in the village, he first fed Da Huang, then released it back onto the tidal flats, after which Ye Cheng began tidying himself up.

That evening, Chen Zhangfu showed up suddenly.

"Afu, come, have a seat." Ye Cheng greeted him to sit.

"Brother, I'm telling you, someone's started muscling in on our crayfish." Chen Zhangfu said nervously.

"Huh, how so? Tell me." Ye Cheng replied calmly.

"A regular buyer told me someone's offering high prices, wants me to raise my price for him, saying they're paying one‑five each—what should we do?"

"We pay one yuan, they pay one‑five—truly hurting the source."

"Probably that high‑roller boss is behind it."

"How many people called to demand a price hike?" Ye Cheng pressed.

"Not many—just the nearby villages."

"No worries—we'll keep buying at one yuan and selling outward; crayfish aren't rare, every village has them, it's just a matter of fuel cost."

"If it's only those few villages, it's likely that high boss deliberately targeting us; let them pay high, we'll keep our supply ample elsewhere."

After finishing the crayfish talk, Chen Zhangfu went on to mention the election.

Brother, I have contacted a total of 5 households, and they all promised to vote for you when the time comes.

Five households? Are you sure it's not five people?

Of course, I'm telling you, brother, I went and told people, and when they heard you were running for election, they were all very supportive. One household can have several votes, so five households would have at least thirty-odd votes. You'll surely win then. Chen Zhangfu said confidently.

Hearing this, Ye Cheng felt a bit elated; it seems that what he said that night really moved everyone.

Nowadays, who doesn't want to get rich?

Ye Cheng has already started thinking about whether, after becoming village chief, he should set up a few tables to thank everyone.

These past few days, the Luck Value hasn't been high, so Ye Cheng didn't go out to sea; he just stayed home helping Ye Guowei tend to the clams. The clams have grown a lot, and they should be ready to sell in a few days, so Ye Guowei has been going out frequently lately.

The election is coming up soon; these past two days the village atmosphere has become noticeably tense, and Chen Jinhai has been going around door-to-door to campaign for himself.