Chapter 283: You're not leaving, are you?

Chen Baosheng was indeed deliberately using words to squeeze Wu An.

He was also deliberately speaking loudly so that Wu An could hear.

The result.

But Wu An was chatting and laughing with others, treating his words as a fart!

They didn't respond.

Could he really jump onto their face and unleash a big move?

He had a fist that had been charging for a long time, intending to smash it into someone's face, but it landed on cotton, and behind the cotton was a stone wall, leaving him powerless and miserable.

At this moment.

The white pomfret had already been moved, followed by some miscellaneous fish that needed sorting and moving; A Qing previously didn't have time to sort them all out, and now needs to be separated, which is quite troublesome.

For example, one noon two red seabream, three pomfret four horse mackerel, five croaker six preserved fish of the noon fish, croaker and preserved fish, etc.

Elder Fang looked delighted: "These are commonly seen in the market and also the easiest to sell."

"A An, let me lay it all out for you."

"By tomorrow, I can sell all of these."

"So price-wise, I will definitely give you the highest price."

"Awesome, awesome." Wu An gave a thumbs up and laughed along: "If you say that, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Elder Fang shook his head, also gave a thumbs up: "You're still the impressive one; I rely on you to support my family."

"You make more money, so I naturally get a share too."

A Jin rolled his eyes.

He is relatively close to those two, watching them boast about business to each other, which he finds hard to tolerate.

Wu An knows why Elder Fang said that; after all, their relationship isn't close enough, unlike Gao Qiangqi, where there's no need to say such things, and he wouldn't overthink it.

The relationship between fishermen and stall vendors naturally needs no elaboration—when they cooperate both benefit; if they split, challenging the whole market might not end well and would offend everyone.

For that little extra profit, it's utterly unnecessary.

Rather, let him earn what he should, Elder Fang and them earn what they should, everyone gets rich together—that's his steadfast idea.

This is fine as is.

The greedier people are, the more they want and the harder it becomes.

If one makes money by any means, even if they have money, they become beasts of burden for wealth.

He certainly doesn't hope that after being reborn, he'd still be a beast of burden.

The surrounding chatter rose again.

"How long has the moving been going on?"

"It's been about ten minutes; why keep moving things out?"

"I saw the vehicle go back and forth once; that tricycle, although the cargo bed isn't big, can still pull about four to five hundred jin at a time."

"That's a thousand jin then!"

"Hiss... at least forty or fifty thousand, surely!"

"It's not over yet, still moving—hey, it's not white pomfret anymore."

"Yo, they've started moving other sea fish; the white pomfret looks like it's gone."

"The fish being moved out later are all more valuable than white pomfret."

"Damn, they're holding back, putting the good stuff at the end."

"This is keeping us hooked to keep watching."

"You guys notice, these fish are in good condition; they don't look like they came from nets, but rather like they were caught."

"Probably not; if they were caught, wouldn't they be kept alive in a fish tank?"

"What if their live fish tank has a better catch, with no spare space to hold these fish?"

"……"

Upon hearing that, the chatter suddenly paused.

"What are you thinking? I just saw there were only three people on the boat; if they were fishing, even if they pulled their hands raw, they couldn't catch that many fish."

"Yeah, how could it be..."

"Longline fishing!"

Several people shouted in unison.

"This luck is too good, must be some damn fluke to just run into a school of fish—I also fish with longlines, and a ten-thousand-meter haul has never been this much."

"That handsome guy's luck is not bad; every time he goes out to sea, the catch is good."

"I don't know where he set his longline."

"What? You want to follow him?"

"No way, the sea isn't his alone."

"Hmph, you want to follow—would they let you?"

"I don't need his permission..."

As that person spoke, his voice grew quieter; some things you can do, everyone knows deep down, but saying them outright earns no respect.

Nearby.

Chen Baosheng stopped speaking.

The smile on his face faded, and he was cursing in his heart.

Damn!

What else is there to say?

One trip out to sea can make tens of thousands of dollars; this isn't striking it rich, what else could it be?

Beside him, someone coughed twice and, trying to save face, said: "That still can't compare to a trawler, Young Chen, you agree, right?"

How you phrase that question shows you have no skill.

A trawler drops a few nets and pulls in a thousand or so catties—it's as easy as child's play.

Before Chen Baosheng could speak, others picked up the thread and started chatting.

Chen Baosheng nodded, his face dark.

If they encounter a school of fish, not just a thousand catties but several thousand would be no problem; the issue is actually finding a school—realistically, the odds of hitting one on the next cast aren't high.

Besides needing good luck, they must handle the operation properly; otherwise, they could end up with nothing, like trying to fetch water with a bamboo basket.

He couldn't possibly say such things, even to himself.

Therefore.

Wu An, that bastard, has luck that's too good—finding a school of fish would be enough, but he actually managed to catch this much with longline fishing.

It's utterly unjust.

Are these damn white pomfret starving crazy?

Damn, the hook's biting!

As he was cursing in his mind, he saw box after box of various sea fish being moved out of the boat, his breathing growing much more rapid.

Not finished moving yet?

It never ends, does it!

Just how much catch could that little broken boat hold?

Even the sycophants beside him, trying to save face, fell silent; the main target had been struck into withdrawal, so what else could they say?

Nothing but envy and jealousy.

At that moment.

A Qing stepped down from the boat and whispered: "Brother, the crowd watching is growing; should we keep moving the catch at the back?"

Old Fang coughed once and asked: "Why not wait a bit?"

He knew Wu An disliked showing off and wanted to make money quietly.

A Jin shook his head and said: "I think it's risky."

There's really no need.

Hiding it would actually be worse; the workers on the boat aren't dead—if we stop unloading halfway, everyone will surely get more curious.

Then we'd just end up being talked about even more.

Wu An nodded: "A Jin makes sense."

Let's display it openly.

Everyone's busy at the dock, they've seen everything; our boat's catch, compared to an ocean-going trawler, is just a small trifle—it won't cause much of a stir.

A Qing hesitated: "But..."

Wu An laughed and said: "Now that so many people are pitching in, we shouldn't cause trouble."

Keep unloading.

Finish unloading quickly, settle the accounts, then we can go eat.

After saying that, he also glanced over the crowd, especially taking a few extra looks at Chen Baosheng.

Nice kid.

You're not leaving, are you?

Then don't blame me for saying things you won't like next.

He leaned close to A Qing's ear, whispered a few words, and had him call Lao Fu Tou over.