Chapter 391: Buying the Boat Outright

Who said I wasn't buying? I came to the shipyard—why wouldn't I buy a boat?

More than three hundred thousand—can you afford that? Wu Bin held up three fingers.

It's not 3,000.

I know, more than three hundred thousand—I can afford it.

Ye Cheng shook off Wu Bin, turned his head, and said to Xiao Fang,

280,000—if possible, I'll pay right away, in full.

Xiao Fang was stunned—not because Ye Cheng's offered price was low, but because he seemed genuinely intent on buying.

Um, boss, are you sure about paying in full? We don't do loans or collateral—it has to be cash. Xiao Fang said, confirming again.

Ye Cheng also couldn't be bothered to talk, he just pulled out a bank card and waved it twice,

I have a card—you'll see in a moment whether it works.

Seeing this, Xiao Fang instantly overjoyed—this was a genuine buyer.

Boss, 280,000 is too low—let's make it at least 300,000; I'll decide, that's the lowest price.

Ye Cheng could accept the 300,000 price, and the hull was really good.

Fine, 300,000 it is—but you have to deliver it to Baiyun Village dock today, because I'm going out to sea tonight.

No problem! Boss, rest assured—we'll do a final check right away and then drive it over; can we pay then?

Let's go, pay up.

Saying that, Ye Cheng followed Xiao Fang to the office to pay.

Wu Bin's mouth fell open—he simply couldn't accept it, this is too surreal.

In just a few minutes, Ye Cheng decided to buy something worth 300,000.

Moreover.

Damn it.

The most important thing is.

Ye Cheng can come up with 300,000.

He quickly caught up.

Unless he sees Ye Cheng pay with his own eyes, he won't accept it.

Arriving at the office, Xiao Fang pulled out a stack of contracts—this is the purchase agreement—after Ye Cheng glanced at it, he signed and began payment.

Two beeps.

Xiao Fang saw the account receive 300,000 and immediately smiled brighter than flowers.

Thanks, boss—you're generous!

Did it really come through? Wu Bin asked in a trembling voice.

It's here—can I still be lying? Xiao Fang gave Wu Bin a curious look; they're not in cahoots, so why ask that?

Ye Cheng calmly glanced at Wu Bin,

Class Monitor, you don't believe I can come up with 300,000.

Wu Bin nodded stiffly, his face rigid,

It's not—when did you get this rich? At the last class reunion, when I asked you to pay, you said you had no money.

Ye Cheng shook his finger,

I never said I had no money—you misunderstood.

After saying that, Ye Cheng told Xiao Fang the time, then hurried off.

Wu Bin came running up behind him,

No, Ye Cheng, where'd you get all that money? Don't tell me it's from fishing—deep-sea fishing doesn't make that much.

Who says deep-sea fishing doesn't make money? That's them. Ye Cheng said disdainfully.

Then why haven't I seen other fishermen with that much money?

They're them, I'm me.

Ye Cheng walked over to the Xiali, opened the door, and got in,

Also, could Class Monitor give me a ride back? I need to get on my motorcycle—I'm going out to sea tonight.

Oh, okay. Wu Bin was already a bit flustered.

A fisherman who can pull out 300,000 at once.

Should I believe it myself?

On the way back, Wu Bin kept pulling Ye Cheng aside to ask for a long time about his relation with President Wang—anyway, Ye Cheng just said they know each other but aren't close.

As they neared the company gate, Wu Bin suddenly said,

Ye Cheng, next time I'll set up a gathering and we'll go out for a meal.

Again with eating? We just had a class reunion, didn't we? Ye Cheng looked at him strangely.

Wu Bin chuckled,

Those are all classmates; I'll invite some friends who have influence in the city, then introduce you to them.

This is him trying to pull me into his circle—Ye Cheng understood.

But he has no interest in such circles—frankly, given Wu Bin's status, the people he knows are only some bureau-level officials from government departments.

It's not that they can't get things done—it's that the cost of using them is too high.

Better to go straight for the top-level approach.

After giving Wu Bin a few casual replies, Ye Cheng hopped on his motorcycle and headed back.

Ye Cheng, remember—I'll call you when the time comes! Wu Bin shouted from behind.

Speaking of Ye Cheng, after he rode back to the village, it was already 4 p. m.; he first opened the system to look.

Luck Value: 60+20

Points: 8800

Savings: 80,000, External Debt: 30,000, Mortgage: 300,000

Savings instantly dropped by 30,000, but Ye Cheng felt good spending this money—it was for upgrading equipment, a good deal.

Now he needed to get some equipment for his new boat; he exchanged points for a large trawl net.

A 24-meter boat, the trawl net is over 100 meters long; the previous small boat's trawl net simply wouldn't work.

This trawl net cost Ye Cheng 3,000 points, and his points instantly dropped to 5,800.

Looks like breaking ten thousand points will be hard again.

After getting the trawl net, Ye Cheng cooked himself a dinner and, by the way, brought a phone for Duan Chunsheng.

He invited him to go out to sea together at night; more precisely, he would take him out to sea at night, just operating one boat.

Duan Chunsheng still thought he wanted him to help tie crabs on the boat, and he casually agreed.

Recalling the scene of the big ship hauling its net the previous night, Ye Cheng also told Zhang Guafu to let her go out to sea together.

Although there used to be rules that fishermen's women shouldn't go out to sea, that was the old society; now there are no such restrictions.

At this time, notifying her to go out to sea, Zhang Guafu felt a bit rushed; she hurriedly left the children with Qian Shen to look after, then rushed over to Ye Cheng's place.

"Lao Er, why do you suddenly want me to go out to sea too?"

"We're short-staffed, there's no way around it—you'll come along for tonight; if someone shows up tomorrow, I'll find someone else."

Zhang Guafu, upon hearing this, realized Ye Cheng had misunderstood, and gratefully explained,

"No, if you had told me earlier, I could have prepared more food; this is too sudden, so I just made some roujiamo—just enough for three people, one each. I really didn't have time to prepare any dishes."

Saying this, Zhang Guafu took out three roujiamo.

Ye Cheng:...

This is what you call having no time to prepare meals.

If I were to prepare this for you, you'd be planning a full Manchu-Han banquet, right?

He stroked his chin,

"Aunt, actually there will be four of us tonight."

"Ah?" Zhang Guafu looked surprised, "Then my roujiamo are too few."

"It's fine, Aunt; there's a pot on the boat—just cook some noodles later."

After bringing Zhang Guafu along, Ye Cheng had Xiao Hu ride the tricycle, loaded the trawl net onto it, and then went to Li Quezi's small shop.

"Yo, Lao Er, you're planning to go out to sea?" Li Quezi said, glancing at the trawl net on the tricycle.

"Yeah, going out to sea at night to catch razor clams; I'll come to your place to buy some food—two boxes of instant noodles, two boxes of soft drinks, two trays of eggs, two packs of cigarettes, and four sets of bedding."

What was said so far was fairly normal, but upon hearing the word 'bedding,' Li Quezi froze.

"No, Lao Er, you want to buy bedding—I didn't mishear, did I?"