Chapter 410: Chen Family Again Reaches a New Low

"Yo, you ran off, huh." Zhang Guafu teased.

"Tch, just because you have a boat doesn't mean you'll get a catch. If it worked, my older brother would have several hundred boats behind him." Xiao Hu said proudly; he knew Ye Cheng's situation best. Although he didn't know how it was done, the fact was that only Ye Cheng himself had such high earnings.

Nothing else happened that night, and Ye Cheng and the others still returned to the dock around 6 o'clock.

When they arrived at the dock, the Chen family's boat had already arrived and was beginning to unload.

Chen Jinhai came again today, but his face looked very grim standing in the crowd.

He Lao Ban brought people over to collect the goods, Ye Cheng gestured toward that side, and He Lao Ban immediately understood.

He let out a disdainful snort,

"24 baskets, fewer than yesterday."

"24 baskets? That's so little?" Ye Cheng said, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turning up. Damn, heaven is really giving him face.

"Not that it's few, but nowadays the catch from going out to sea is much lower." He Lao Ban sighed, then pointed to the other small trawler boats.

"Look at their small boats: when they first went out to sea, they could get over twenty baskets a night, now it's only ten baskets, and some just two baskets—there's nothing we can do, there just aren't that many crabs."

"It's down by half? Is it really that exaggerated?" Ye Cheng asked.

"You little brat, you don't know because you didn't go out to sea before—if we had over twenty baskets every day, we'd have gotten rich long ago." Duan Chunsheng said from behind.

Thinking about it, even if it were twenty baskets, fishing for three months at twenty baskets a day would have made us rich early.

"After a few more days, everyone will adjust their nets and go back to fishing; the crabs will just be a side catch, anyway I used to do it that way." Duan Chunsheng has been going out to sea for over ten years; he knows the routine inside out.

"In a short time, even those bosses won't make much from the crabs, right?" Duan Chunsheng looked at He Lao Ban.

I thought those bosses would nod in agreement, but I didn't expect them to all shake their heads at once,

"No, that's not it, Old Duan—you don't know, the crab output at all the docks in the city has dropped, uh, but you shouldn't say that."

"It's just that our dock has the most crabs, you guys agree, right?"

Several bosses spoke up loudly.

"Exactly, right now our cargo is the most."

"It's all thanks to you, Lao Er—you always bring in over two hundred baskets; those big bosses in the city are now watching us, we have the goods, and the city gets to eat because of us."

"Hahaha, you don't know, but now we can finally straighten our backs." He Lao Ban laughed happily.

"That's right—when will we see them begging us? Every time it's them begging us. Damn, now we can finally hold our heads high."

Ye Cheng saw everyone so happy, his enthusiasm rose, and he spoke up,

"Since everyone's waiting for our goods, couldn't the bosses raise the purchase price a bit?"

One sentence, and the bosses' smiles froze instantly.

"Hahaha." Seeing those bosses' half-dead, regretful faces, Ye Cheng burst out laughing.

"All right, all right, just joking with everyone—whatever the price should be, let's keep it as is."

It's also fine to mess with those bosses for fun, and at the same time it's a reminder to them not to cause trouble for themselves.

If we stopped supplying, they'd also have trouble.

Hearing Ye Cheng say that, several people finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Several of them had signed contracts to supply goods, and if the price went up they'd earn less.

Fortunately Ye Cheng himself doesn't quibble over such a small amount of money, or it would be troublesome.

Damn it, next time it's better to say less of that showy talk.

"Alright, what's the price today, bosses, report it."

"Over half a jin: 25 per jin; four to half jin: 20 per jin; under four jin: 15 per jin; with yellow: add 20%."

This price really has dropped a bit again.

Seeing Ye Cheng's face look a bit unhappy, He Lao Ban quickly explained,

"Lao Er, this is about the price; later on it probably won't drop further."

"Fine, everyone just needs one price." The price dropping is inevitable, Ye Cheng also has nothing to say.

"Well... Lao Er, how about this time?" The bosses stared intensely at Ye Cheng's boat.

They'd been talking for a while, still hadn't said what today's catch was.

Ye Cheng shook his head,

"Don't look at me, my catch today isn't good either."

"Huh? What do we do, I already promised people there would be goods." One boss blurted out.

The other bosses' faces weren't any better either; they hadn't expected Ye Cheng to say his catch was bad too.

"Well... just how much is there?" He Lao Ban asked in a trembling voice.

Ye Cheng turned his head to glance at Duan Chunsheng: "Uncle Duan, how much?"

Duan Chunsheng pretended to be deep in thought, then said,

"Probably around 220 crates."

"How much?" The bosses shouted in unison.

Damn!

220 crates isn't much—others have seen their catch cut in half.

You're just messing with us, right?

Really not wanting to listen to Ye Cheng's nonsense anymore, several bosses rushed forward, not needing anyone else to help, and started moving the goods down themselves.

"Hell, is it that urgent?" Ye Cheng cursed with a laugh, then grabbed people to help move the goods down.

In the end there were 232 crates total, a dozen or so fewer than yesterday's 245 crates—indeed the catch was down.

But his shortfall, compared to others', was really just a drizzle.

In total they sold 104,000, feeling like they'd soon drop below the 100,000 mark.

These funds, Ye Cheng still followed the old method, allocating 6000 and 8000, leaving himself 70,000 dollars, then took out 10,000 dollars for fuel and maintenance. He checked the system's current status.

Points: 1400

Savings: 374,000, external debt: 10,000, mortgage: 300,000

Over 300,000, really, having so much money I don't know how to spend it.

When selling goods, Ye Cheng casually asked how much the Chen family had sold for.

The Chen family's goods were bought by one of the bosses, who directly reported the final price,

"They sold 8,600 dollars."

8,600 dollars, after subtracting the workers' wages of 3,500 dollars, they earned 5,000 dollars; after deducting fuel and maintenance costs, there was basically no profit.

Indeed, when Chen Jinhai and his group passed in front of Ye Cheng's boat, his whole face fell like a donkey's.

Especially seeing Ye Cheng's side bustling, upon hearing it was again over 200 boxes, he exploded.

"Jinfa, what are you doing? Twenty-something boxes, while they have over two hundred boxes." Chen Jinhai stared at Chen Jinfa with a dark face.

Chen Jinfa was full of resentment, damn it.

What gives?

I followed Ye Cheng and had no goods, and even after distributing, I still had no goods.

"Are you slacking off at night?" Chen Jinhai, who knew this cousin of his quite well, said.

"Bullshit!" Chen Jinfa shouted, "Who says I'm slacking? You don't even look at the people you assigned me—no experience at all—and yet you want me to train them on the spot."