Chapter 90: with translation of chapter title

Over there, Ye Cheng's fishing line moved again; this time the movement was a bit big, the line was jerked hard and pulled downward, Ye Cheng quickly controlled the line, slowly tightening it.

The tip of the fishing rod bent into a bow; this is a big catch.

One monkey, one tying method.

Facing this big catch, Ye Cheng did not keep letting out line, because he felt the water there wasn't deep enough, it would sink to the bottom.

No choice, Ye Cheng could only grab the line and jump down from the reef, moving slowly along the shore.

By using horizontal distance to exchange for vertical depth.

The fish's back appeared on the water surface, a bluish-black silhouette, slender and longer than the previous horse mackerel; before Ye Cheng could see it clearly, it dove in sharply, wanting to swim out to the open sea.

Ye Cheng seized the moment to give a diagonal pull, stabbing the fish; the big fish's body jerked from the pain and had to turn back.

Slowly reeling in, spearing the fish, the big fish's strength was nearly exhausted, and it was dragged back to shore like a dead dog.

This time Ye Cheng's own net scoop caught it in one go.

"What fish is it, A Cheng?" Uncle Jinshu was still on the reef, having caught nothing himself, so he could only show concern for others.

"Horse pomfret, Uncle, over thirty centimeters." Ye Cheng shouted.

This fish is slender, its back is black, and it has black spots all over; it is indeed a horse pomfret, also called pomfret.

It belongs to the same family as the horse mackerel, and their bodies are similar.

This one is a bit longer than the previous horse mackerel, not as good as the spotted grouper, but it wins in weight.

The remaining bait yielded another catch for Ye Cheng: three large squid, two horse mackerel, two horse pomfret, and three Japanese seabream, making a plentiful haul.

Uncle Jinshui finally caught a fish as well—a meaty pomfret, which also counts as a harvest.

Ye Cheng checked the time; it was already 11 p. m., and the sea breeze was getting cooler.

"Uncle Jinshu, we should head back; you should also go back soon, it's getting late." Ye Cheng greeted him.

Uncle Jinshu looked at his own fish guard, also satisfied: "Alright, if we don't go back now, your aunt will scold you."

"A Cheng, you're really impressive, catching so many in one night—how did you do it? Did you really add MSG?"

Uncle Jinshu still couldn't understand why, despite his own technical school, he would lose to a novice like Little White.

On the way back, the village dogs barked a few times; after realizing they were facing an existence they couldn't provoke, they hurried back home.

The fish were still placed at Ye Cheng's home; he put the aeration pump on, then counted today's catch:

Spotted grouper: 2.

Black seabream: 6.

Japanese seabream: 4.

Horse mackerel: 3.

Horse pomfret: 3.

Large squid: 5.

White pomfret: 1.

Yellowfoot: 1.

In total, 20 baits were used, 24 fish were caught, plus Xiao Hu's makes 25.

These fish, the white pomfret and Yellowfoot, Ye Cheng planned to keep them at home to eat; it's just a tiny amount, not worth selling for much, better to give his nephew an extra meal.

As for the Yellowfoot, he gave it directly to Xiao Hu.

These fish, Ye Cheng planned to go to town early tomorrow and sell them directly to Boss Qian; previously he only sold shellfish, this time he switched to fishing and wasn't sure if Boss Qian would accept them.

This time, since he wasn't in a rush, Ye Cheng didn't leave at 6 a. m.; he left a bit later, arriving at Boss Qian's place when it was almost 8 a. m.

This time, when he called, there was indeed a voice; Boss Qian's familiar voice sounded.

"Brother, got any goods?"

"Yeah, I'm at the hotel entrance; are you buying the fish? This time it's all fish."

"Sure, I'll take any seafood; coincidentally, my customers were saying they wanted some fish to eat, I'll be there right away."

Before Boss Qian arrived, several people came out of the hotel to help Ye Cheng move the stuff to the back kitchen.

After smoking a cigarette, Boss Qian also arrived.

"Hey brother, let me see what you've got," Boss Qian said, a bit impatient.

In the seafood business, it's all about the source; if you have good goods, people come; if not, no matter how well you cook, it won't work.

"Spotted grouper, this is good, so red and still alive; the fish's mouth is torn, you caught it?" Boss Qian, quite knowledgeable, could tell at a glance that it was caught.

"Yeah, caught last night."

Boss Qian patted Ye Cheng on the shoulder, "Brother, you're capable, you even know sea fishing; next time bring me along."

Speaking of which, the first time I met Boss Qian was because he went sea fishing; next time we can really go together for fun.

"Sure, but I only dare fish from the shore now; I haven't fished in the sea yet."

"Oh well, it's all the same; if you want to fish in deep water you just need to change a few things, otherwise it's all the same."

Boss Qian finished speaking and started quoting, "This spotted grouper I'll calculate for you at 150 per catty."

"Alright, is that too high?" Ye Cheng teased. According to what he knew, the price of spotted grouper even in later times wasn't high.

"Not high, this thing is scarce, and it's wild, how rare." Boss Qian laughed heartily, certainly not looking like he'd suffered a loss, "Of course, little brother, if you're willing to give me a discount I'm willing too."

"Then you keep going, I'm poorer than you."

Boss Qian looked at the other fish, "Black seabream 40 per catty, true seabream 50 per catty, horse friend fish and Horse pomfret 60 per catty, big tube squid 40 per catty, if okay, we'll settle."

Ye Cheng silently calculated in his heart, this price was still okay,

"Alright, then let's settle."

After the price was agreed, everything was easy to say, finally we settled the money one by one.

"Spotted grouper 2 pieces, 5 catties 2 taels, total 780; black seabream 23 catties, 920; true seabream 21 catties, 1050; horse friend fish and Horse pomfret 53 catties, 3180, ； squid 18 catties, 720."

"Calculating this way, it totals 6650 yuan."

Ye Cheng was satisfied with this income—6650 yuan, which he earned alone. If he had had another fishing rod last night, Xiao Hu would also have gotten a good haul, and the income would have been even higher.

After leaving Boss Qian's, Ye Cheng casually checked the system:

Luck Value: 50+20

Points: 450

He had about 18,000 yuan on him, still needed to give Xiao Hu some, leaving around 17,000.

After selling the fish, feeling light-hearted, Ye Cheng originally wanted to head straight back to the village, but a thought struck him; he glanced at the time—Old Wang the vegetable seller might still be around then.

Could he go see Old Wang?

Yeah, he was going to see Old Wang, not to look at pretty girls.

Having decided, Ye Cheng zoomed off on his little motorcycle toward the vegetable market; knowing this old guy's habits, if he was late he might just knock off early to avoid those two dollars.

Just as Ye Cheng arrived at the vegetable market, he saw Old Wang sitting listlessly from afar; the old guy was still quite righteous, having saved him a spot nearby.

Only, nobody was there to chat with him, so he felt a bit lonely.

"Hey, Old Wang!" Ye Cheng shouted loudly from the roadside.

He couldn't bring himself to call him 'Wang Lao Ban,' but calling him 'Lao Wang' was fine.