Chapter 175: How could his luck be so good?

Brother, or just put a bag on my bike?

After several attempts failed to fit it, Mai Hangyu spoke up.

Wu An hesitated: "Isn't that okay?"

Your Harley isn't cheap; don't break it.

Mai Hangyu said: "It's not that easy to break."

Wu An also couldn't help laughing; he recalled seeing in his past life a man drive a million-dollar luxury car hauling farm produce, even using a luxury car for farm work, being criticized for deliberately showing off wealth; now Mai Hangyu uses a modified Harley to carry seafood, which is remarkably similar.

Mai Hangyu and A Qing watched him laugh, not knowing what he was laughing at.

In the end, Mai Hangyu carried a snake-skin bag of seafood and placed it on his flashy Harley motorcycle, speeding straight to the town market.

Wu An rode his motorcycle closely behind.

They arrived at the market.

First they went to Old Fang's stall, had Old Fang arrange a helper to sort; he sat down gulping water—not to say Mai Hangyu was exhausted beyond endurance, he wasn't much better either.

Old Fang passed a cigarette to A Qing; A Qing raised his hand, which trembled slightly.

"A An, if it really doesn't work, hire more people; you always bring in a good haul and make decent money, but don't wear out your bodies."

"Look how exhausted this is."

Wu An smiled, set down the empty kettle, and said: "Old Fang, any water left?"

Old Fang went back inside, came out holding two watermelons: "No water, but there's chilled watermelon—just as refreshing."

Wu An naturally had no objection.

Wash up.

The watermelon is icy cold; one bite and it's wonderfully refreshing.

"Refreshing."

Wu An praised.

Not long after, the helper finished sorting; some fish prices fluctuated with the market, Old Fang gave new quotes, and Wu An didn't pay much attention.

With so many fish, the tiger fish are still the most valuable, and the flower gold drum is also quite valuable.

Tiger fish fetched 150 per catty, while flower gold drum sold for 110 per catty, slightly lower.

Wu An nodded, having no objection to the price, and helped with the weighing.

While busy, he heard someone call him.

He turned around and saw it was Shen Nan.

Shen Nan was dressed in a Western-style suit and shirt, very formal, his hair slicked and shiny, with a leather bag tucked under his arm—clearly a businessman.

Wu An replied: "What a coincidence, coming to browse?"

"Yes, my grandfather is old and frail, constantly complaining of back pain; I thought eating medicine wouldn't help as much as dietary therapy, and since I had business in town, I came to the market to see if there's anything suitable." Shen Nan smiled, then glanced at A Qing, who was working hard with his head down, and asked: "What are you… doing?"

Wu An nodded: "Yeah… I guess so, just working to earn a bit of money."

Shen Nan's smile didn't fade: "Also not bad, though it's hard work."

Although he had been quite restrained and modest, his words still hinted at a sense of superiority.

Wu An smiled.

A Qing couldn't help but shout: "Brother Nan, these fish are all from our water-pumping pit."

Shen Nan blinked: "All of them?"

A Qing said proudly: "Of course."

"You guys are impressive."

"I've heard that the water-pumping pit requires baiting and such, which is quite troublesome; I see those in the village who go out to sea by boat, and they might not catch more than you do."

"Just occasional good luck." Wu An laughed and explained, then shifted: "I've heard tiger fish can relieve back pain; why don't you buy some to try?"

"Really?" Shen Nan asked: "How much per catty?"

Wu An looked toward Old Fang.

Old Fang saw Wu An say nothing, figured it out, and said: "180 per catty."

"That expensive?" Shen Nan blurted out, seeing Wu An and A Qing staring at him, he coughed twice: "Well… then give me two."

This trip back to his hometown was like returning in glory; everyone knew he had done well out there and came back to "develop the hometown and lead the villagers to prosperity."

This persona must not collapse.

Old Fang chuckled and had his helper assist in weighing the fish.

Shen Nan took the fish and kept looking back every few steps.

He bought two fish for over three hundred; even if the purchase price were lower, with box after box of fish, how much would Wu An and A Qing earn?

Hiss!

Their luck is also too good, huh.

Wu An noticed Shen Nan kept looking back, kicked A Qing, and said: "How many times have I said it? Stay low-key, why are you showing off?"

A Qing rubbed his buttocks, hehe-laughing: "I just don't like him putting on an act in front of you."

Wu An said: "No need to compete over this."

"From now on…"

"There should be a chance."

Nothing can be done.

Shen Nan wants to make money in the village, and he also wants to get rich there; with all this back and forth, it's hard not to run into each other.

As for working together to make money,

probably not possible.

From childhood, he and Shen Nan never got to play together; they were not of the same path.

But the two never had any conflict; on the surface they were all smiles, seemingly sharing an unspoken understanding that they needed to maintain appearances, otherwise if things blew up and faces were lost, nobody would feel good.

This time, the matter of contracting the sea area.

Now it's time to see real skills under his hand.

A Qing nodded: "Brother, let's take him on—I can't stand his superficial hypocrisy."

Wu An smiled.

This side.

After the weighing, Elder Fang quickly tallied the bill.

There were many tiger fish—forty of them, totaling 31 catties, none small; the especially small ones, Wu An and the others left them in the pit.

Flower gold drum were also plentiful—twenty-five catties.

Miscellaneous fish were even more numerous; there were also shrimp crabs, green crabs and pipi shrimp, whose prices were quite good, and the little green dragon sold for one hundred yuan per catty.

The final total came to yuan.

Even though it was expected, Wu An couldn't help feeling happy when he got the money.

They immediately split the bill, giving A Qing 2,200.

Mai Hangyu was given one thousand.

He and A Qing were different—A Qing put up the fuel money, so his share was calculated at one-tenth, while Mai Hangyu received wages, paid per job.

This had been agreed upon from the start.

Wu An divided the bill, looked at the money in his hand, and it was exactly twenty thousand.

Now he could relax and go to the restaurant to eat and drink without worry.

Mai Hangyu didn't take the money: "Brother, wasn't it agreed at five hundred a day?"

Although the daily wage of five hundred yuan already seemed a lot to him, in fact he hadn't worked a full day—today, at most, was less than four hours.

Even with that wage, his classmates tutoring couldn't earn as much.

And he had fun and earned money; when he told his classmates, they were extremely envious, especially those who tutored—teaching those brats was more exhausting than hauling bricks at a construction site.

Wu An shoved the money into his hand: "There's plenty more from car washing."

"And there's this tiger fish."

"Take it."

Mai Hangyu took it, repeatedly thanking: "Brother, call me anytime there's work."

Wu An nodded.

He also kept two tiger fish, letting Elder Fang raise them, to pick up after a good drink tonight; his father's health wasn't great either, constantly applying plasters wherever it hurt.

Since the tiger fish is effective, let's eat it.

Whether it works or not, we'll count it as his filial effort.

After Mai Hangyu left, he and A Qing also hurried to the restaurant.