Chapter 129: Guang Liangjun Quits Being Human

Wu An brought Lao Fang into the boat cabin shed, lifted the straw hat, and the two three-knife fish in the water bucket were still swimming, making Lao Fang unable to resist reaching out to touch.

Wu An saw his cautious expression and secretly chuckled.

Lao Fang said, "A An, you don't know how popular this three-knife fish is; we're fine here, but over in Gang Cheng they love this fish to an extreme."

"I'll buy these two at a uniform price of 1600 per jin."

"To be frank, once I buy them I have to send them straight to Gang Cheng."

"Tonight this fish will be on the table."

Wu An smiled and nodded.

Lao Fang was sure to make money, and he was quite satisfied with the price of 1600.

Seeing him nod, Lao Fang broke into a grin, replaced the straw hat, then walked out of the boat cabin and called the helpers to move the fish onto the scale.

Because they were live fish, weighing them was a bit troublesome.

Wu An and A Qing also pitched in; they didn't want to waste time, so they hurried to finish so they could go home earlier.

The fish they caught were separate from Lao Mai's, and Lao Mai's fish had their tails specially trimmed.

Lao Mai originally didn't need to do that.

But Wu An insisted on it.

Friends are friends, rules are rules; according to the rules, Lao Mai paid for the fishing spot, so the fish he caught rightfully belong to him.

Of course.

He wasn't being stingy; Lao Mai could catch that many fish thanks to his boosted Luck Value, so Wu An took half of Lao Mai's catch.

Even close brothers need to settle accounts clearly, let alone them.

Making things clear up front saves a lot of trouble later.

Nearby stall vendors and some passersby on the dock saw Wu An and the others moving the fish onto the scale nonstop; some idle onlookers watched for a while, saw the fish still being moved, and were left speechless.

"Is this never going to end?"

"Just how many fish did we catch?"

Some stall vendors stared at Wu An, thinking, "This handsome guy's luck is just too good."

"Everyone, hurry up with your hands and feet."

Wu An couldn't help urging them on; feeling stared at by everyone, he felt uncomfortable, and such attention wasn't what he hoped for.

Although the fish were his catch, being open and above board, he had nothing to fear from inspection.

But if someone were to target him, he'd still feel uneasy inside.

Seeing Wu An anxious, Lao Fang also pitched in; they finished before dark, and the group headed to Lao Fang's shop, with A Qing not coming along.

He voluntarily stayed behind to clean the fishing boat, since going with them would have nothing for him to do.

They arrived at the market.

Lao Mai first went to Gao Qiangqi's side, returned shortly with a bucket of mantis shrimp; they hadn't caught any on this trip, but someone else had gotten them out at sea.

Lao Mai greeted Gao Qiangqi, who then left him a good amount.

"Here."

Lao Fang made a series of phone calls, just hung up, saw Lao Mai return, sat down, poured tea, and said, "A An, Lao Mai, I've got the contacts settled."

"Besides, I'm not hiding anything—apart from sea bass, red friend and other common fish, stone bream and grouper are in high demand; the price offered to me for stone bream is 240, but I can only give you 210."

"There's no loss, but I need to make something on shipping and labor."

Sipping tea, Lao Fang gave the bottom line.

Wu An nodded; he wasn't new to selling goods, and Lao Fang's frank talk about how much he could earn earned Wu An's goodwill.

Unless he finds his own channels, sells to restaurants, or sets up a stall for retail, he could definitely make more money, but would those restaurants recognize him?

Restaurants have fixed supply channels and don't casually take goods from ordinary customers.

Setting up a stall is also time-consuming and labor-intensive.

The simplest option would be for him to haul the fish to the county or farther afield, but that doesn't guarantee a higher price than Lao Fang's.

Seeing Wu An nod, Lao Mai said, "Lao Fang, no need for more words—I have no objections."

The price was settled.

Lao Fang picked up a calculator and started tapping away.

Sea bass, black bream, red friend, and Stone Nine Public—together they total 6,580 yuan.

There were 12 stone bream, weighing a total of 36 jin; at 200 yuan per jin, that comes to 7,200 yuan.

The two three-knife fish together weighed three jin six liang; at 1,600 yuan per jin, that totals 5,760 yuan.

Total yuan.

Lao Mai's catch altogether came to 5,700 yuan.

Lao Mai was very happy; aside from how fun the fishing trip was, he earned nearly three thousand yuan, and despite his pension, he couldn't help being overjoyed.

Lao Fang took out his wallet, counted the money, and handed it to Wu An.

Wu An took the money, counted it, confirmed there was no problem, and said, "Lao Fang, thanks."

Lao Fang waved his hand, saying, "Saying thanks is my line; on this trip I could easily make several thousand even if I said little."

Wu An smiled.

If it weren't profitable, there wouldn't be so many stall vendors; this line of work really does make money, and compared to fishermen, they can be said to "make money while lying down."

He stood up.

Lao Fang greeted everyone to drink together that evening.

"No thanks, Lao Fang; family's waiting, I need to hurry home."

"Let's do it another day."

"Let's go."

Elder Fang saw him off at the gate.

Wu An first took Lao Mai home; Mai Hangyu heard the commotion, came out to see, saw him, laughed and called "brother" to greet him, and when he saw Lao Mai bring back the Mantis Shrimp, he was even more delighted.

He was studying at university out of town, and when he returned home he wanted to eat some hometown seafood.

After greeting, Wu An rode his bike straight to the pier.

Before reaching the pier, he received a call from A Qing; A Qing's voice was urgent, asking him to hurry to the pier.

Wu An felt his heart thump, and twisted the throttle grip to the limit.

He arrived at the pier.

It was already dark; under the lights, A Qing stood at the bow, holding a crank in his hand, facing Guang Liangjun and several others, shouting that they were not allowed to board.

Guang Liangjun was also shouting something.

Wu An rode fast, the wind was strong, and he couldn't hear clearly.

He stopped the bike and Wu An called out, "Guang Liangjun, what's this about?"

Guang Liangjun turned his head, saw him, his eyes flashed, and said, "You came pretty fast. It's this: I'm not planning to sell the boat."

Wu An was stunned, his face darkened, and he stared at him without replying.

Guang Liangjun averted his gaze and continued, "I heard you made a lot of money on the last two voyages; my boat is a treasure vessel."

"If it's 88,000, I'd be taking a loss."

"So, I'm not selling it."

Wu An suddenly realized why Guang Liangjun was unwilling to transfer ownership today; it turned out he was making this move to check his catch today.

Today so many people saw his haul; although they didn't know exactly how much he sold it for, they could be sure he didn't make little money.

One has to admit, Guang Liangjun's clever calculations were spot on.

To outsiders, the boat indeed seemed a bit magical; he wanted to seize the chance to sell it at a higher price, and perhaps someone would actually be willing to take it.

Guang Liangjun turned, pointed at A Qing, and said, "Quickly have your junior get off my boat."

"He's really vicious, even using the crank to smash people."

"For Boss Gao's sake, I won't make a fuss."

Wu An told A Qing to get down.

A Qing jumped off the boat, came over and said, "Brother, you've already paid the deposit for this boat; it's clearly your boat, this person…"

Wu An replied, "Yes, this person is unrefined."

An unrefined person— as the saying goes, a person without shame is invincible.

What can you do about it?

After all, he only paid the deposit, the boat hasn't been transferred, and if the other party wants to take it back, he has no way.

A Qing, angry, muttered curses.

Wu An didn't stop him; if he hadn't held back, his curses would have been even harsher than A Qing's.