Chapter 440

Fortunately I left quickly that day and didn't tamper with their fuel tank, otherwise I might really have been discovered.

After thinking about these, Chen Jinfa couldn't help but sneer and laugh.

"With this level, you still want to find out who did it? Keep dreaming."

After Ye Cheng walked out, he silently glanced back at Chen Jinfa's house, the corners of his mouth slightly rising as he whispered,

"Idiot!"

Criminal psychology tells us that once a person has done something wrong, the way they explain themselves differs from normal.

What kind of person is Chen Jinfa?

An old scoundrel, a complete rascal—yet when I went to him like this, he didn't lose his temper and patiently explained himself.

Ye Cheng said one sentence, and he replied with seven or eight; if he claimed he had no guilty conscience, Ye Cheng would never believe it even if beaten to death.

If it truly wasn't him, upon hearing that Ye Cheng's boat had been tampered with, he would surely gloat and make sarcastic remarks.

"Explain? That's impossible."

Moreover, he forgot a principle: the more you speak, the more you lose.

Ye Cheng only said his boat had been tampered with, but didn't say what was done.

He actually claimed he hadn't poured water into the fuel tank, merely fiddled with the machinery and the net.

If it wasn't him, Ye Cheng would dare to eat shit and livestream it.

Now the question is how to deal with him.

I need to discuss this with Xiao Hu; doing something bad is only fun when you have someone to consult.

However, Xiao Hu is Xiao Hu, and there's still something Ye Cheng wants to figure out.

He quickly walked over to Li Quezi, who wasn't behind the counter as expected, and he knocked on the tabletop.

"Boss, are you open for business?"

"Coming, coming." Li Quezi's voice came from the back room as this guy came out holding up his pants.

"Yo, you're so leisurely—it's not even dark yet and you're already getting busy with your wife?"

Li Quezi gave a wry smile,

"What wife? I just took a big dump; my legs aren't convenient, and every time I squat it feels like I'm risking my life."

"Then why not install a toilet? What else do you want? Isn't it more comfortable to sit and go?"

"Lao Er, I can't go when I sit..." Li Quezi said helplessly.

Can't go?

Ye Cheng was also impressed.

Besides, there really are quite a few like that.

Especially when writing about elderly people who are used to squatting; if you suddenly give them a toilet, they sit there clueless, feeling nothing.

Then, as conditions improved later, some kids at home only use toilets, but when they get to kindergarten they have to switch to squatting, and teachers still have to give a separate lesson on how to do it.

"If you can't go, just get used to it—your leg condition isn't something that happened overnight."

"Let's see, by the way, what do you want to buy? You're not going to buy salt again, are you? If you keep buying salt, I won't make any money."

"Don't give me that—buying salt won't starve you. Give me a pack of Benefit."

"That's the spirit." Li Quezi happily took a premium pack of Benefit from the shelf and handed it over.

"Damn, you always give me the expensive one, right?" Ye Cheng complained.

"When I run into you, Boss Ye, if I don't overcharge you, who am I supposed to sell my good cigarettes to?"

"Alright, let me ask you a few things."

"Hey, go ahead, I'm listening."

Li Quezi knew his worth and sat down honestly to listen.

"Chen Jinfa, you know he spent 40,000 to buy ten machines, right?"

"I know, it's spread all over the village."

"Do you know where that 40,000 came from? He doesn't look like someone who'd have that kind of money."

Speaking of this, Li Quezi also shook his head, a bit puzzled,

"I don't know either; this guy seems to have come into money suddenly, and I haven't seen him do anything."

"But I remember one day he came to my shop and bought a pack of Flower cigarettes; I was quite surprised and teased him, saying, 'Did you strike it rich?'"

"At the time he proudly boasted to me a few sentences, saying something about how smart he was."

"I asked him what he meant by smart, and he seemed to realize he'd let something slip, so he stopped talking."

"Being smart—what does that mean?"

Ye Cheng lit a cigarette and began to think,

"Which day do you still remember?"

"Let me think." Li Quezi took the opportunity to ask Ye Cheng for a cigarette; this guy, really.

Sure enough, someone else's cigarette is especially invigorating; Li Quezi took a puff and immediately exclaimed 'Ah!'

"I remember now—it was the day the Chen family bought the big boat; that day Chen Jinfa was especially pleased, not from excitement over buying the boat, but from that kind of slyness."

"You get it, Lao Er—just like that sly expression on TV, it's practically identical."

Whether he's actually sly or not is not Ye Cheng's concern, but the timing is odd—on the day they bought the big boat, he came to buy Flower cigarettes.

That doesn't seem like his style.

Buy a big boat?

Ye Cheng seemed to recall something: at first someone had bragged to him, saying their big boat was more expensive than his because the equipment was newer.

More expensive than his?

He remembered that this big Boat was bought by Chen Jinfa, Ye Cheng seemed to have understood a bit.

"Alright, if you have any news later, remember to tell me." Ye Cheng didn't waste time, after saying goodbye to Li Quezi he hurried off.

When he returned, Xiao Hu had already gone home.

After the two plotted for a while, Ye Cheng went home; he needed to prepare things for going out to sea tomorrow.

After finishing dinner, Duan Chunsheng came over.

"Lao Er, I heard your Boat was damaged?" As soon as he entered the door, Duan Chunsheng asked with concern.

"Eh, it's nothing serious, just that the big Boat needs to go buy parts, it'll take some time, for now I can only go out to sea with the small Boat, maybe I can't bring you, Uncle Duan Shu."

"What you're saying, there's no such thing as being able to bring or not bring; bringing me is a matter of righteousness, not bringing is just duty, look at what you're saying."

Ye Cheng especially likes this about Duan Chunsheng, he's very reasonable.

"Have you found out who did it?"

Ye Cheng shook his head, "No, at the time nobody saw it on the Matou."

For now Ye Cheng didn't want to spread the matter of Chen Jinfa; what he intended to do wasn't anything good either.

Dragging another person down would be pointless.

"Alright, cheer up, it's actually not a big deal, the small Boat will do, anyway nowadays the swimming crabs are also hard to catch." Duan Chunsheng sighed.

"Huh? It's only been a short while and it's already hard to catch?" Ye Cheng remembered it hadn't been long since they went out to sea.

"This isn't your fault, making tens of thousands a day, who wouldn't be jealous? Even people from other villages have come over."

Er...

This is also my fault.

"So what now, we can only trawl net to catch fish?"

"Lately we've been setting Fish Trap and Longline fishing, you should switch to this as well."

Ye Cheng knows about Longline fishing, but he really hasn't done it much.

Basically, it's a rope with hundreds or thousands of hooks tied on, each hook baited, thrown into the sea, and pulled up after a night.

Speaking of which, it's somewhat like a Fish Trap; one relies on nets, the other on hooks.

"Uncle, I'm not very good at Longline fishing."