Chapter 73: with translation of chapter title

"Big brother, 70 per catty." Ye Cheng gestured a number.

"How much? 70, you're being too dark, aren't you?" Big brother said and was about to leave.

"Big brother, look at this head, and this freshness, it's definitely okay."

Ye Cheng took out a tiger prawn, spread it on his palm, lively and jumping, and the size was still big.

"Big brother, seafood is all about freshness and rarity. If you serve a dozen or so when entertaining guests, it definitely gives you face."

Ye Cheng looked at the big brother's hands, he was carrying quite a lot of stuff, probably intending to entertain guests.

Big brother stopped, hesitated for a while, "Alright, just treat it as buying face, give me ten, one each."

"Sure, big brother, I'll pick for you, all big ones."

Ye Cheng picked out ten big ones from inside, totaling 3 catties 4 taels, 238 yuan.

"Come, big brother, I'll also give you two pond shrimp, let them see this head, for comparison."

"Sure, the boss knows how to do business."

The old men nearby were stunned, turned to look at Ye Cheng, "Young man, why aren't you giving vegetables this time?"

"Old man, he's carrying so many vegetables, you give him and he won't want it, and giving vegetables as a small favor is only liked by women; men don't care about a few stalks."

No choice, in my previous life when doing projects, you had to do that—speak human to people, ghost talk to ghosts.

One PPT can be explained in a hundred ways, depending on who you're presenting to.

The old man's eyes lit up hearing that, "Little brother, you're talented, are you a college student?"

"College student," what an old-fashioned term.

College students of this era haven't completely fallen into what they become later; they're still somewhat synonymous with knowledge.

"What college student? Just someone who's worked a lot at the village dock, seen a lot, and thus knows how."

Ye Cheng casually blurted out a sentence; according to this body's original identity, he's just a clueless good-for-nothing.

"Give me some tiger prawns."

"Sure, big sister, I sell tiger prawns and give vegetables, what vegetables do you want?"

"You still give vegetables? Then I'll take some chives, perfect for stir-frying with eggs."

After selling seafood for two hours, the last remaining mouse grouper was bought by a bespectacled old man who looked cultured; at a glance he seemed like a professor.

The old man's vegetables were also all given away by him.

"Young man, thank you, I rarely sell out my vegetables this early, hahaha." The old man laughed so hard his mouth couldn't close.

"Old man, selling vegetables doesn't make much money, here are a few octopuses, take them home to eat."

Ye Cheng pulled out the last bits from the snakeskin bag—besides the octopus, there were some unidentified sea shrimp, barely enough for a meal.

The old man looked at Ye Cheng with a hint of relief, "Young man, you're really kind-hearted."

Ye Cheng curled his lip, feigning anger, "Old man, you praise people, just praise them, why do you have to use that little devil's stuff?"

"Alright, alright, your truth-goodness-beauty is fine, this works."

"Okay, keep going, I love hearing this."

The old man laughed, pointed at Ye Cheng, started packing up, "Um, little brother, will you come tomorrow? I still have plenty of vegetables unsold at home, selling vegetables with you and chatting is quite interesting."

Ye Cheng also didn't dislike this old man; when he took vegetables from him, the old man never said he'd temporarily raise the price.

"Old man, what I sell are all caught today, whether I come tomorrow depends on luck."

"Ah, then I'll come tomorrow first to reserve a spot for you, so you won't have nowhere to go when you arrive."

"Sure, old man, rest assured, I've always had good luck." Ye Cheng stretched out two fingers and tapped his forehead stylishly.

"Heh, young people just know how to have fun, even know this pose, old man I've learned it too."

The old man also imitated Ye Cheng, stretching out two fingers and tapping his forehead.

Ye Cheng laughed, "Old man, it's a fake point, not meant for you to tap."

"Oh, oh, I see why it hurts so much, I'm leaving now, you also hurry up, look, the fee collectors are coming over there."

Ye Cheng looked over, and indeed, there were two uniformed people holding receipts, going door to door collecting.

However, collection is a bit difficult, nobody wants to pay.

Although Ye Cheng earned quite a bit today, he also didn't want to pay this money, so he hurriedly tied his stuff onto the motorcycle, intending to slip away.

"Comrade, pay the management fee." A young voice came from behind.

Ye Cheng turned his head and saw a uniformed girl standing behind him, also holding a stack of receipts.

Needless to say, this girl is indeed pretty—clean face, big eyes, long ponytail behind her head, slender figure; although she can't compare to big stars, she has her own natural beauty.

"What are you looking at? Go home and look at your mom." The girl was made angry by Ye Cheng's aggressive gaze.

Still a little chili pepper, Ye Cheng thought.

"Sure, then you also go back and we'll go see our mom together?"

Facing a beautiful woman, Ye Cheng unconsciously whistled, just being a man.

The girl's face turned red, she gritted her teeth and said to Ye Cheng, "Comrade, show some respect, 2 yuan, management fee."

"Fine, I'll pay."

He originally wanted to escape, but upon seeing the beautiful woman, he instantly didn't want to flee.

Even heroes find it hard to pass the beauty gate, let alone a village loafer.

Ye Cheng pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket, a disordered heap, he hadn't tidied it when collecting money earlier.

The girl looked at Ye Cheng's so much money, her eyes widened even more, "Is this money from selling vegetables? So much?"

"Ah, just casually sold some." Ye Cheng smugly gave a Versailles.

He took out two yuan from inside, Ye Cheng handed it to the girl.

The girl took the money, casually tore off a receipt and gave it to him, as she left she also dropped a line, "Next time you talk nonsense, I'll call the police."

After she finished speaking, the girl went on to the next house down to collect.

Watching the girl's graceful, swaying figure, with a long ponytail swinging behind her head, Ye Cheng felt his heart flutter a little.

Damn, spring has arrived, huh.

No way, a man should establish his career before starting a family; this ponytail will only slow down my money-making speed.

Ye Cheng quickly slapped himself to snap out of it, then rode away on his motorcycle.

He had come out early in the morning; each time for breakfast, Ye Cheng's stomach was already growling.

He found a roadside breakfast shop, sat down, ordered a bowl of noodle soup, two spring rolls, and added a fried egg.

It's been so hard; I should treat myself.

The noodle soup without meat or vegetables is just plain noodles, costing only three yuan; adding meat and vegetables makes it more expensive.

Sprinkle some chili, soak the spring rolls in it so they soak up the broth, take a bite—full of sincerity.

While eating, Ye Cheng also summed up today's gains.

Selling seafood at the market is also a way to make a living.