Chapter 83: Beautiful lady, you're not driving, are you?

Ye Cheng was both laughing and crying; really, you couldn't tell at all—this woman actually has such a big son, she's well maintained.

"Mom, I don't want to eat it, I want to keep it; keeping this fish looks so nice." The young man squatted in front of Ye Cheng's water tank with great interest and began to admire it.

Well, that was somewhat unexpected for Ye Cheng.

"Um, handsome guy, this fish is a bit big; if you want to keep it, you'll need a big fish tank."

"Big is fine; my place isn't lacking space—this one, this one is nice."

The handsome young man was referring to a slightly smaller blue-clothed fish, with plenty of pattern; purely from an ornamental standpoint, it's indeed acceptable.

"If you like it, just buy it; how much is this blue-clothed fish?" The plump young mother looked at Ye Cheng.

"Ah, this, I sell by the catty." Ye Cheng finally managed to say a few words, feeling that selling by the catty didn't quite match the identity of someone keeping ornamental fish.

"Then sell by the catty; go ahead and weigh it, but be careful not to hurt the fish."

"Eh, I'll be careful."

Before, fish sellers would say to just smash them dead; now coming across someone who wants them slightly injured, I'm still not quite used to it.

He found a sack of seasoning, placed this old man gently inside, and weighed it.

"Three catties one tael, tall, I sell blue-clothed fish at 40 dollars per catty, total 124 dollars."

That rich mother-and-son pair directly took out 125, treating one dollar as a tip.

The old man beside him casually pulled out a scallion, and Ye Cheng quickly pressed him down.

They're taking it to raise fish, not to eat; the scallion is useless.

That mother and son actually gave Ye Cheng an idea: if he could get some nice-looking fish, selling them to wealthy people as ornamental fish wouldn't be bad either.

Then it wouldn't be weighed by the catty; it would have to be priced by color and pattern.

As people gradually increased, Ye Cheng suddenly missed yesterday's pretty young lady a bit, feeling a little shy yet earnest.

Mainly because she looked healthy, clean, and odorless at a glance; such girls are rare nowadays.

If it weren't for the monster face painted on, it would just be skinny and off-putting.

Ye Cheng's goods are all fresh, so quite a few people stopped at his stall to ask the price, but upon hearing the price, two-thirds left, and another half started haggling; truly willing buyers were few and far between.

After selling for almost an hour, Ye Cheng had only sold half of his goods.

Although the price was still okay, looking at the listless seafood, Ye Cheng began to worry.

"Young man, is the price set too high?" the old man beside him said, looking at Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng helplessly shook his head: "The vegetable market still has too little turnover; it's mostly families buying, and few can afford this price."

"If it really won't work, we can only buy at a lower price."

In the following hour, Ye Cheng also lowered his stance; as long as someone asked the price and it wasn't too outrageous, he could sit down and talk.

Originally priced at 100-150 for spider snails, he sold them all at 100-120, making a total of 3800 dollars.

Aside from that handsome guy who bought the blue-clothed fish to keep, the rest were bought for eating; at 30 dollars per catty, they sold for a total of 780 dollars.

Parrot fish sold at 20 dollars each, making 430 dollars.

White shrimp, anyway, that's the price; not much room to lower, they sold for a total of 340 dollars.

There was also a bit of pond shrimp, less than six catties in total, selling for 200 dollars.

Bread crab was also dealt with at 60 dollars each.

After subtracting what the old man took to give to the vegetables, Ye Cheng ended up with 5600 dollars, which is not bad.

What remained were the relatively hardy sea cucumber and that small blue dragon; Ye Cheng still hoped to sell them at a higher price.

Ye Cheng was still insisting, while the old gentleman over there was anxiously watching the time.

"Old man, is it your time for constipation?" Ye Cheng teased him; after mixing around for two days, they were quite familiar, and his speech became casual.

"Get lost, my intestines are fine." The old man gave Ye Cheng a sideways glance.

"Then why do you keep looking at the time?"

"Hmm, I think the fee collector should be coming soon; I can't stay, I have to leave." The old man said, and indeed began packing up his things.

Ye Cheng looked at the old man speechlessly: "Old man, you also made a little over a hundred today; paying two dollars management fee isn't a big deal, right?"

"Ah, you don't understand, young man; I'm leaving." The old man lifted his vegetable basket to go, but suddenly stopped, looked at Ye Cheng, and asked,

"By the way, it's been so long, I still haven't asked your name."

"Ye Cheng, from Baiyun Village; old man, how about you?" Ye Cheng replied; this old man is decent.

"Just call me Wang Lao Ban."

"What? Wang Lao Ban? The boss of a vegetable stall?" Ye Cheng teased.

"Whatever; come on, let's exchange contact info, and next time I'll come find you."

After Wang Lao Ban and Ye Cheng exchanged phone numbers, he hurriedly waved and ran off; this old guy, still Wang Lao Ban, is such a miser over two dollars.

Just as Wang Lao Ban left, the fee-collecting pretty girl arrived, still dressed so fresh and clean, without too much adornment.

She walked up to Ye Cheng with a serious expression, holding a notebook; a flicker of panic passed through her eyes, but she quickly steadied herself, and spoke in her pleasant yet slightly trembling voice,

"Pay the fee, 2 dollars."

"Okay, beautiful, I've been waiting a long time." Ye Cheng grinned and handed over two dollars.

The pretty girl's face flushed red; she fiercely glared at Ye Cheng this rascal, tore off a receipt and gave it to him, then pointed at the empty spot beside Ye Cheng and asked,

"What about this person? He wasn't just here a moment ago, was he?"

"Oh, he's old; seeing a beautiful woman made his heart a bit unable to take it, so he could only flee." For some reason, Ye Cheng's mouth also started getting cheeky.

On the beautiful woman's face appeared a hint of blush; she stamped her foot and said angrily, "Don't keep calling me beautiful; if you tease me again, I'll call the police."

Ye Cheng spread his hands in plea, pretending to be innocent, and said, "These days, even telling the truth can get you reported to the police."

Seeing Ye Cheng's shameless behavior, the pretty girl's teeth itched with anger; if it weren't for the crowd, she would have kicked him straight away.

"Beautiful, want to buy some sea cucumber? They're all fresh." Ye Cheng grinned and pointed at his stall.

The pretty girl lowered her head and looked into the water tank; there were still several dozen sea cucumbers, still quite fresh, but she couldn't let this lecher get pleased.

She pursed her lips, her pair of dark bright eyes blinked slyly, disdainfully extended her little finger and gestured, "Yours is too small; the ones I have at home are black and thick, even dried, they're rock hard."

Eh...

Ye Cheng stood there, dumbfounded. Pretty girl, you wouldn't be talking dirty, would you?

Do you know what kind of lewd words you're saying?

But looking at the pretty girl's expression, hmm, her clear eyes held a hint of not being foolish.

Alright, maybe I'm just an old lecher.