Chapter 387: Looking for Lao Wang

Fishery Company, scrapped.

Two key words.

Ye Cheng instantly understood.

Private ships, definitely repaired again and again, only scrapped when unusable.

But it's different for units; they don't need to bear the cost themselves, so they scrap them once the safety limit is reached.

Although said to be scrapped, they're still usable; put bluntly, some well-maintained ones can be as good as seventy percent new.

That's actually a way.

"Do you have a way?" Ye Cheng looked at Wang Defa.

Getting down to business, Wang Defa wimped out, he scratched his head,

"Well, I can't reach that buddy of mine either; he once told me they'd be taken to the shipyard and sold as second-hand boats."

After fussing for a while, still no clue.

I thought Wang Defa could find someone this time to ask about boat prices, but after all that effort I only learned a few fragments.

"Alright, thanks." Ye Cheng offhandedly thanked Wang Defa without sincerity, then left.

"No, Lao Er, I can find someone to ask, ask, for free." Wang Defa shouted from behind.

Since we know it's at the shipyard, Ye Cheng might as well go ask himself.

Here Lin Lao Ban had already weighed the crabs, a total of 620 catties, after calculating the various details separately, the total is yuan.

Being able to sell for this much is mainly because Ye Cheng's batch of crabs has too much roe.

Duan Chunsheng wasn't so good: five baskets, totaling less than 100 catties, sold for a little over 3000.

"Uncle, not bad, you made over 3000 all by yourself." Ye Cheng comforted him.

Duan Chunsheng shook his head,

"Hey, Lao Er, you don't get it; we fishermen usually rely on luck when going out to sea. Honestly, to make money in a year there are only one or two chances like this; even the swimming crab season doesn't profit, so this year would be wasted."

"Moreover, this is the price for these two days of open sea; not to mention two days, tomorrow's price will be halved, and the yield will also be halved."

Ye Cheng didn't really understand what Duan Chunsheng said, but it's irrelevant to him anyway, since he's following the system route.

This time the money went to Xiao Hu; I kept over 20,000 for myself, but Xiao Hu threw back 5,000,

"Brother, you're not trying to buy a boat, are you? I also need to chip in."

Ye Cheng looked at those 5,000 yuan, not knowing whether to be moved or angry.

I want to buy an 800,000 yuan boat, and you're supporting me with 5,000.

"Xiao Hu, why not take the money you've saved lately and we partner to buy a boat?" Ye Cheng said kindly, like a wolf grandma.

"Hehe, brother, that bit of money isn't even enough to stuff between your teeth; I'd rather not take it out and embarrass myself."

Having said that, Xiao Hu turned and ran off.

Ye Cheng shook his head speechlessly and shouted at his back,

"Wait for news tonight; we might not go out to sea."

Yes, he plans to do something today.

Men, chores can be slow, but when it comes to equipment matters, it's hard to say.

He wanted to go into the city to see if any big boats were for sale.

But now he needs to catch up on sleep; after an all-nighter, the oil on his face could fry dishes.

Even if he's young, he can't withstand such continuous all-nighters.

After returning, Ye Cheng first slept until 1 p. m., making up four or five hours of sleep, then he dazedly picked up his things and went out.

To be honest, there's a big difference between catching up on four hours of sleep and actually sleeping four hours.

Sleeping four hours, Ye Cheng has no problem; but after catching up on four hours, he feels his legs are floating, his head buzzing, not very sharp.

Anyway, he's just riding a motorcycle, no need for sharpness; he rode forty minutes to the city center, at the base of a building.

This is the headquarters building of Baiyun City's Wang Clan Group, Jianye Building; put simply, it's the old lair of Lao Wang, Xiao Rou's father.

Companies of this era didn't yet like to set up access controls or front-yard bans like later times, so the building's front still mixes with the main road, and Ye Cheng's motorcycle parked there wouldn't be chased off by security.

The Jianye Building also counts as one of the landmark buildings of the city center; no full glass curtain wall, no sightseeing elevator, just an ordinary building; the architectural style of this era is like that, unflashy and more in line with the public.

Ye Cheng came by to drop off drawings for Lao Wang on the way; last time he promised to draw the floor plan for Lao Wang's 89-room small three-bedroom unit and the four-leaf-clover unit; the drawings are relatively simple, but looking at them they're definitely understandable.

This is also because there's no WeChat; otherwise just taking a photo would have finished it.

Entering the building, there are many people coming and going; this building isn't all Lao Wang's, frankly he couldn't use that much, so he kept a few floors for himself and rented out the rest as office space.

It can also be considered the CBD of this era.

He took the elevator to the 12th floor, Ye Cheng stepped out and glanced: Wang Clan Group, that's it.

"Hello, sir, may I ask who you're looking for?" the little girl at the front desk greeted him proactively.

"Ah... I'm looking for Lao Wang, your boss." Ye Cheng thought for a while but couldn't recall what Lao Wang's name was.

The front desk girl froze for a moment, Lao Wang?

You're calling our boss Lao Wang?

With you dressed like a fisherman, big flip-flops on your feet, messy hair on your head, you dare call our boss that.

If they let you in, you'd probably get stir-fried squid right away.

"Ah, sorry, sir, our boss isn't in." The front desk girl still had some professionalism, didn't lose her temper on the spot.

Ye Cheng is a sharpie; although they spoke politely, that look of disdain on their face was still obvious at a glance.

He lowered his head to look at himself; he was a bit disheveled, hadn't tidied up after waking up, no blame on them.

"I've already told him, you can rest assured, I'm not deceiving you."

The front desk girl's mouth twitched; you certainly say you're not deceiving me, I've seen plenty of liars like you.

The little sister smiled slightly.

"Our President Wang really isn't here; why don't you give our President Wang a call?"

"You said you know President Wang, so go ahead and call him."

As a competent front desk receptionist, she's seen plenty of people like Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng pursed his lips. Damn Lao Wang, he said I'd come at noon, and still didn't send anyone to pick me up.

I'm convinced, you.

Helpless, Ye Cheng had no choice but to pull out his phone and dial; the call was quickly connected.

"Holy shit, Lao Wang, I've already arrived; the little girl at your door said you're not here—holy shit, are you actually here or not?" Ye Cheng said irritably.

This tone and attitude left the front desk receptionist speechless.

With you like that, you still claim to know our President Wang? I scoff!

You just call Lao Wang—do you think you're our boss's father?

And you keep swearing, our President Wang, who is basically one of the top three bosses in Yunhai City—do you think he's some vegetable-selling old man at the gate?