Chapter 120: Jealousy makes one's face unrecognizable

Lin Hu cursed: "Bullshit!"

Everyone laughed.

The remaining General's Hats were still plenty; Gao Qiangqi said, "A An, I can't give you 25 per jin for these General's Hats, only 20 per jin."

"I've shipped it to the county, there's a loss and shipping fees, various expenses, and besides, I'm not alone—I have many brothers under me to feed."

He was worried Wu An might have thoughts, after all, his price differed from retail by several bucks; for several hundred jin, that adds up to several hundred bucks.

Wu An nodded: "I understand."

He thought it was reasonable; with so many General's Hats, retail could earn more, but it would be time-consuming and laborious—only 60 jin sold quickly at the town market.

Still over two hundred jin remained unsold.

If relying solely on retail, probably not even a whole day's work would guarantee selling it all.

Although Gao Qiangqi's price couldn't match retail, it was still higher than what Lao Xie at the dock offered; he was quite satisfied.

Business isn't something one person can finish alone.

Rather than going back and forth, it's better for everyone to cooperate and each earn a bit.

As the saying goes, Gao Qiangqi might profit, so he definitely wouldn't lose.

Finally, there were also some rattan pots.

Gao Qiangqi saw the rattan pots and his eyes lit up: "A single trip out to sea brings in a big haul—we even managed to get rattan pots; these are rare items."

"Just average quality, 100 per jin."

Wu An nodded.

He didn't really understand the price of rattan pots, but he felt Gao Qiangqi wouldn't quote randomly.

The rattan pots weren't many, only 17 jin; he kept two jin to take home and try, and sold the remaining 15 jin for 1500.

Some General's Hats were also kept; the remainder weighed 230 jin, and there were also some spicy snails, a few dozen jin, at 11 per jin.

In total, it came to 4765 yuan; Wu An voluntarily took the change, taking 4700.

A Qing counted on his fingers.

Lin Hu gritted his teeth and couldn't help saying, "You idiot, it's a total of 7700."

Hearing himself say that much money, Lin Hu felt he had become twisted by jealousy.

A Qing realized: "Brother, we made quite a bit on this trip."

Wu An nodded: "Just so-so."

"Going out to sea, taking the risk only earns a little more than staying by the shore."

Gao Qiangqi laughed heartily: "Old brother, keep it down a bit."

"That guy next to him, his eyes are all red."

Lin Hu hurriedly rubbed his eyes: "I'm not, I didn't, don't spout nonsense."

Gao Qiangqi blinked, he was just joking, didn't expect such a big reaction; he smiled, turned to look at Wu An, and asked, "How's Guang Liangjun's fishing boat?"

Wu An nodded: "Not bad, we'll pay the balance tomorrow."

"Old Mai..."

Turning his head, he saw Old Mai had disappeared at some point.

After calling twice, Lin Hu suddenly exclaimed, "Wait a minute, what does paying the balance mean?"

Wu An didn't want to say, looked left and right for Old Mai, but found nothing.

A Qing smugly said: "My brother bought a fishing boat!"

Lin Hu stood there, dumbfounded.

A Qing's words kept looping in his mind.

Wu An bought a fishing boat?

How could that be!

Impossible, right!

He's just deceiving him!

He still clearly remembered that a dozen days ago, Wu An stole his fish, slipped and almost fell to his death— the more embarrassed, the more miserable.

Back then Wu An had nothing; even to fish he had to borrow his fishing rod.

But today he bought a fishing boat?

Everyone says it's like trading a bird gun for a cannon, but you're practically riding a rocket to the sky, right?

Wu An didn't know how much shock those words had on Lin Hu; unable to find Old Mai, he hurriedly called, and Old Mai quickly answered, saying he had already gone home.

"Old Mai, why did you go home without a word? We haven't even split the money..."

"What money to split? I was just along for the fun."

"That's not right—today you were steering the boat, gathering at sea, exhausted and hot; it can't be considered just playing."

"In that case, from now on, when you go out to sea, I can help steer the boat, and always keep a fishing spot for me."

"Fine, no problem."

"Hey, then I'm getting a great deal."

"Old Mai, you..."

Wu An laughed and cried; Old Mai had already said his piece, so he didn't insist on saying more—saying more would only hurt feelings.

All we can say is that if there's a chance later, we'll return it.

A Jin was back-and-forth moving crates; Wu An and A Qing pitched in to help.

After the work was done, the sky had darkened.

After greeting Gao Qiangqi, the two hurriedly rode their vehicles home.

Market gate.

Lin Hu was still there.

But Wu An didn't notice, driving straight past in front of him.

Lin Hu could not calm down for a long time.

Watching Wu An ride away on his motorcycle, the taillights fading from view, he muttered: "It's only been a dozen days, not a dozen years!"

"How did he just buy a fishing boat?"

"How could he afford it……"

His inner imbalance reached its peak; late at night, both his eyeballs glowed red, looking like a mutation at first glance.

……

Returning to Xixi Village, it was already 7 p. m., with every household's lights on.

As the motorcycle passed, it occasionally startled a burst of barking.

Some dogs even ran out barking, making A Qing so angry he wanted to go down and throw bricks.

After sending A Qing home, he happened to see Li Juan at the doorway; seeing them return, she asked: "Was the sea trip still smooth?"

Wu An nodded and greeted.

A Qing got off the car, one hand holding money, and also took out a plastic bag from the car containing some bamboo pots, a general's hat, and spicy snails, saying: "Mom, Brother gave these."

Li Juan waved her hand: "A An, you can't keep giving A Qing things every day."

Wu An said: "The first day I met A Qing, I told him I'd share what I have—just a plateful—for you to try."

After saying that, he twisted the throttle and rode off.

A Qing said: "Mom, why be polite? Brother's not an outsider."

"What are you talking about? Who's being polite?" Li Juan hit him, then said unhappily: "If A An gives you something, you just take it?"

A Qing nodded: "Yeah."

"......" Li Juan pushed him into the courtyard: "There's no way to talk to you."

"From now on, follow A An closely in your work."

"Don't take advantage of your good relationship to slack off, got it?"

A Qing nodded: "No need for you to say that."

Li Juan glared, twisting his ear: "Your wings have hardened, huh?"

A Qing hurriedly slipped away: "Mom, Brother said money is a man's guts; he wants me to be bolder."

Li Juan laughed and cried, then after a moment said: "Fine, just listen to your brother and you'll be right."

Elsewhere.

Wu An rode his motorcycle home, but from far away he saw a crowd gathered at the doorway, noisy and clamorous, not knowing what they were doing.

He was startled, quickly twisting the throttle to go home.

It wasn't that he was timid.

Mainly, whenever this situation occurs at home, nothing good ever comes of it.