Chapter 269: Father Gains Prestige Through Son

Old Village Chief Shen had already said his piece to that extent, Chen Gui knew he had no choice.

Because he really was not clean.

Chen Lao Da gave him some more money, and he also accepted it with a clear conscience.

Elder Village Chief actually knew about this.

How he knew, he couldn't figure it out all of a sudden; right now, he has to go take down the commendation banner.

How glorious it was yesterday.

Then today, taking down the commendation banner, will be how embarrassing.

Old Village Chief Shen waved his hand: "Go on."

Chen Gui turned and opened the door.

Outside the door, several people were each busy; people always pretend to be busy in a rush, but it's all pointless busyness. Chen Gui's face sank, and he walked silently toward the commendation banner.

Then he moved a chair, stood on it, and took down the commendation banner.

On the wall, a lone nail was left.

Everyone was silently watching.

Wu Yingwei also put down the pen in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

The commendation banner was really taken down!

Some frowned, some watched coldly, and some watched with a smile at the corner of their mouth.

Chen Gui lowered his head.

Looking at the commendation banner in his hand, like holding a hot potato, he gritted his teeth, saw the trash can nearby, hastily rolled it up, and with a 'bang', threw it in.

Everyone was stunned.

Chen Gui didn't give everyone a chance to ask, turned and walked out of the room.

Someone walked to the door, watched Chen Gui go far, then turned and whispered: "What's this, why did the commendation banner end up in the trash can?"

It must be related to Chen Lao Da of Shangwancun.

"This is nonsense, I want to know what exactly the relation is—could it be that Chen Lao Da is under investigation by the police station, and still has something to do with Gui Ge?"

"That can't be spoken nonsense."

"I'm just making a reasonable guess."

"Alright, I just inquired a bit—on that day, Chen Lao Da's ship didn't have someone fall overboard, and later he was rescued by the second son of Wu Yingwei."

"Right, this happened; I heard the leaders highly praised it and even want to claim credit."

"That person said Chen Lao Da refused to save a dying person, and also said it was related to Chen Gui."

"Ah?"

"No way?"

"I believe you about not saving a dying person, but how is it related to Chen Gui?"

"Who knows then."

"Anyway, the commendation banner is now in the trash can."

"Yingwei, it looks like there's a problem with the commendation; your son's Seeing Justice and Courage shouldn't escape, right? \" someone asked cheerfully.

The Village Committee, well, there are just these few people; now it's time for re-election, some are close to Chen Gui, and naturally some are close to Wu Yingwei.

When Chen Gui took down the commendation banner, bringing up Wu An's Seeing Justice and Courage was no different from beating a drowning dog.

Wu Yingwei thought for a moment, then said seriously: "It won't escape."

"I just don't know whether the commendations for these two acts of Seeing Justice and Courage will be combined into one."

Everyone has been adding up the tables.

Then he'll have to say a couple of lines anyway; it's not that he can't.

To be honest, he doesn't want to show off, but doing so like this still feels secretly satisfying.

That person gave a thumbs-up: "Your second son is like this."

Others also followed suit in agreement.

Old Village Chief Shen came out, nodded at everyone, one hand leaning on a cane, the other hand behind his back, and walked away slowly.

After the village chief left, everyone relaxed even more.

"Yingwei, congratulations."

"When the medal comes down, we'll set up two tables to celebrate."

"Alright, keep it down; if Chen Gui hears it, he'll feel awful."

Wu Yingwei said: "After all, this is A An's honour."

"I can't make the decision."

"I'll ask him later when I get back."

Seeing everyone's fawning appearance, Wu Yingwei couldn't help but say, at this moment he had the illusion of 'father relying on son's nobility', wait, it's not exactly an illusion……

He didn't stay in the house long; soon he had business to go out and attend to.

Familiar acquaintances came out, their smiles fading, and said: "Did you see the village chief's attitude?"

Wu Yingwei nodded.

"I'm afraid the Elder Village Chief wants to hand over the baton to Chen Gui."

"……"

Wu Yingwei didn't speak.

"You're just too upright and stiff; if you were even a little softer, Chen Gui wouldn't even have the qualifications to compete with you."

Wu Yingwei pondered for a while, then said: "Alright, get busy first."

Hey, I'm speaking up for you, but to be frank, your second son looks like he hasn't done anything—yet he's really pressing Chen Gui down for you.

In this regard, Chen Gui is far inferior to you.

Wu Yingwei waved his hand, took a couple quick steps, otherwise he couldn't keep a straight face and would be caught laughing.

……

At sea.

Wu An was steering the boat, moving slowly.

Lao Fu Tou and A Qing were hauling up the crab pots; the winch turned slowly, lifting the pots. Seeing the mantis shrimp jumping inside the pot, Lao Fu Tou, somewhat excited, said: "This is the third row of pots, right?"

A Qing said: "Probably."

Lao Fu Tou, working alongside him, said: "This third pot's catch is better than the first two."

I didn't expect this place to have such rich resources, huh?

No wonder you'd come all the way out here.

A Qing said: "It's the spot my brother picked."

Lao Fu Tou shook his head, accepting it. Some people are just like that—even the old heavens are rushing to feed them.

You can't not accept it.

Actually, when we arrived, he assessed the place based on his experience, concluded that the resources should be decent, there would be a harvest, but it would be fairly ordinary.

But as the crab pots came up one after another, seeing the piles of catch, he couldn't help doubting himself.

His experience…… is way off!

A Qing shouted, raising his head: "Lao Fu, don't just stand there—hurry up and sort!"

Lao Fu Tou hurriedly got to work.

With so much catch, we need to get moving on it.

No wonder Wu An was so eager to have him work on the boat—if every trip brought in this kind of income, the two of them would surely be overwhelmed.

After hauling up all the crab pots and doing a preliminary sort, an hour later, what struck Lao Fu Tou as odd was that every time he tossed a pot back in, Wu An would come over to touch it.

A Qing explained: "This is to let the pots stick a bit of my brother's luck."

You've noticed that too, right?

My brother is under the protection of Goddess Mazu, and by extension she also blesses these pots to haul in plenty of seafood.

Lao Fu Tou was doubtful and uneasy.

Is it really that miraculous?

Wu An laughed helplessly; A Qing, this kid, talks nonstop, yet he actually got it right.

It's just that everyone hears him say that, but nobody believes him.

After tossing the pots back in, Wu An set aside 2 points of luck value for emergencies, saying: "Lao Fu, let's head back."

It's ten o'clock in the morning now.

Head back early.

Lao Fu Tou was bewildered again: "Going home?"

We're leaving just like that?

I just finished sorting the pots, and I see there's a cast net...

Wu An shook his head: "Using a cast net still requires finding a school of fish—it's a hassle, so no."

Lao Fu Tou hastily said: "It's not a hassle."

I'm sure I can find a fish school.

Right around here.

It was his first time on the boat, and he really wanted to show himself.

"What's so hard about finding a fish school?" A Qing waved his hand, speaking solemnly: "We don't need to go through all that trouble with the cast net; when the Hu Zi pass by, we just ask them for a toll."

"Huh?" Lao Fu Tou felt he was truly old, unable to understand what these youngsters are saying nowadays.

Wu An explained: "A Qing meant that when the killer whales drive the fish schools, we can swoop in and grab some."

A Qing, somewhat excited, said: "Exactly, you don't know—those fish schools are lined up like soldiers; you can close your eyes and throw the net, and you won't be able to pull it up."

Lao Fu Tou, annoyed, said: "I don't believe your nonsense; kids these days really know how to lie."

"A Qing really didn't lie to you—he helped us with our killer whales, and on our first try we also caught quite a few devil fish." Wu An added a brief explanation.

Lao Fu Tou was half-believing, half-doubting.

Last time, those killer whales and sea turtles indeed left a deep impression on him; they were very spirited.

"Let's get underway; we'll head back early so we can still make it for dinner after we're done." Wu An paused, then continued: "You still have important business this afternoon—you can't be delayed."

Upon hearing that, Lao Fu Tou finally stopped insisting.