Chapter 282: Who speaks so harshly?

A Jin and Lao Fang were both anxious.

He pushed the person in front and said, "Brother, make way."

The burly man ahead didn't turn his head and shouted, "What are you pushing for? I haven't even seen it yet."

"What do you want to see?"

"I'm just checking who's here to collect the goods and take on work."

"If you keep blocking like that, there's no way you'll get any work."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the one who came to collect the goods!"

A Jin cursed.

The burly man in front solemnly turned around, the people nearby hurriedly made way, smiling and trying to please, saying, "Oh, it's Brother Jin."

"Come on, have a cigarette."

"Really sorry..."

A Jin took the cigarette and said, "Follow me; later I'll have you move the goods properly."

"Okay, okay."

The burly man beamed with joy, helping A Jin clear the crowd.

Others also quickly raised their hands.

If the dock work ever fell behind, they wouldn't come just to watch the excitement.

At this time, the fishing boats that should have returned have long since done so; those that haven't are still drifting out at sea.

So Wu An returning at this time is what caused this level of attention.

Originally, everyone was still debating whether the fishing boats had suffered a burst hold, each holding their own view, and they were about to start arguing.

The appearance of A Jin and Lao Fang silenced the group that believed there had been no burst hold.

"Why?"

Because A Jin is Gao Qiangqi's top lieutenant; now Gao Qiangqi is busy expanding his business outside, and basically all major and minor market affairs are handled by A Jin.

A Jin also rarely comes to the dock, but when he does show up, it means there's a big shipment to be received.

Lao Fang is the same.

Although his business isn't as big as Gao Qiangqi's, he's also one of the top two stallholders in the market.

His coming in person shows that he also places great importance on Wu An and their catch.

Those who thought there had been a burst hold were all somewhat excited.

"Look, Boss Gao's people are all here—it must be a burst hold; otherwise, Brother Jin wouldn't show up."

"And Boss Fang is here too."

I don't know what's going on, but these people are acting even happier than the parties involved, Wu An and company.

Looking smug and pleased, those who didn't know might have thought it was their fishing boat that had burst its hold.

"Great, great, work's here!"

"Brother Jin, look at me, look at me—I've just eaten and have plenty of strength."

Some helpers raised their hands and shouted.

A Jin and Lao Fang boarded the fishing boat.

Earlier on the phone, Wu An had already briefly explained the situation to them.

After exchanging greetings, Lao Fang began calling the helpers aboard to move the cargo.

Lao Fang looked at the white pomfret on the deck and said, "They're still quite fresh."

"You've handled them very well."

Wu An laughed and said, "Neither I nor A Qing knows anything about this; we're lucky to have a veteran on board now."

He called for Lao Fu Tou to come out.

After exchanging greetings, Wu An had wanted to introduce them, but it turned out they already knew each other.

Wu An, A Jin and Lao Fang chatted, then got off the fishing boat and stood beside the dock to watch.

A Qing and Lao Fu Tou didn't come down; the two of them were uneasy, but they could still help move the cargo together.

The helpers that A Jin and Lao Fang found are all regular collaborators, each a seasoned worker with rich experience.

First they moved the white pomfret from the deck down, then went into the cabin to move more.

Seeing the hold full to bursting with seafood, the helpers were both astonished and delighted—even a regular trawler coming back wouldn't necessarily have such a catch!

I never expected that at this late hour we'd still run into such a big job.

With the late‑night snack, we can drink two more bottles of liquor.

"We've got work now."

"Being busy is good—there's money to be made."

"Brothers, let's get to work."

The few helpers had a clear division of labor: some loaded inside the cabin, some received on deck, and once loaded, someone specially carried the cargo down.

The market is still some distance from the dock.

A Jin and Lao Fang have a vehicle for deliveries; as soon as it's full they leave right away, while another vehicle waits on standby.

Box after box of fish cargo was lowered, lasting a full seven or eight minutes without ending; some people couldn't bear to watch and just left.

There wasn't much to see, and watching it just made them feel uneasy.

How do they just happen to have such good luck on a single outing and end up with such a great haul?

They could only stare helplessly.

I feel unbalanced inside.

The more I think about it, the worse I feel.

It would be better not to see it, so my heart wouldn't be bothered.

But some people are different: the more upset they are, the more they want to look, and they even put on a tough front.

Even though their eyes are red with jealousy, they speak with a light, dismissive tone.

"Sigh, I thought it was something else, but it's just white pomfret fish."

"What's so surprising about that."

"My family's trawler often catches these white pomfret when we go out to sea—each haul is several hundred to a thousand catties."

Hearing those sour words, Wu An and A Jin both turned to look.

Old Fang snorted: "The son of Chen Lao Da from Shangwancun, right? I forgot his name."

Wu An, however, knew: the speaker was Chen Baosheng, the youngest son of Chen Lao Da.

But since Old Fang had forgotten the person's name, it showed he didn't care, so he couldn't be bothered to remind him.

Listening to Lao Fu Tou say that this kid had turned bad at a young age, blowing bubbles, even more fierce than his father Chen Lao Da.

Many people stood beside Chen Baosheng, also chiming in: "Young Master Chen, you're giving too much credit to these small fishermen."

"How can these small fishing boats compare to your big trawler?"

"That's right."

"Just catching a few hundred catties would be amazing."

Chen Baosheng laughed and said: "That's true—comparing my family's trawler to theirs really is a bit bullying."

"These small fishermen haven't seen much of the world; they catch a bit of white pomfret and think they've struck it rich."

"Actually, it's nothing."

The people around all echoed "yes, yes, yes," and anyone who came at this time to watch the spectacle with Chen Baosheng must be a lackey.

The people around, hearing Chen Baosheng and them talk like that, would occasionally turn their heads to look.

What kind of person is this? Holding a grudge, speaking so harshly?

Old Fang and A Jin looked at Wu An.

Wu An nodded, his expression calm, and said: "There's a grudge."

A Jin shook his head and asked: "How big a grudge?"

Wu An smiled and said: "It can be resolved."

A Jin pursed his lips, said nothing—Gao Qiangqi had told him before that if Wu An had any trouble, he shouldn't be vague; he should help if he should.

But in reality, he couldn't find any chance to show himself.

Old Fang said from the side: "A An, don't mind it, don't bother with him—this person is just sour grapes because he can't get the grapes."

"That Chen kid is just shocked by your boat's catch, envious and jealous."

"If you argue, it'll only make these people more eager."

A Jin interjected: "Old Fang, you've shown off—you're the smart one, so my big brother Wu An isn't?"

"Do you really need to stick your nose into this small matter?"

Old Fang shouted: "I'm just being concerned, that's why I'm in a mess!"

"Damn, you got me."

"Haha."

Wu An also laughed and joked: "If A Qing hadn't stayed on board, hearing that, we'd probably have ended up fighting."

Although he said that with his mouth, if he claimed he didn't care in his heart, that would definitely be a lie.

Not arguing with people doesn't mean we should just let them have their way.

What should be calculated, still needs to be calculated.

Otherwise, being disgusted by someone, although it's not painful or itchy, when you think about it at night while trying to sleep, it's still unpleasant.

If Chen Baosheng provokes him to his face, he'll have to strike back; otherwise, that guy might secretly gloat later.

Besides, this small grudge doesn't need to wait overnight.

It can be repaid with a casual gesture.