Chapter 286: Every sentence leaves out the Chen family, yet every sentence is inseparable from the Chen family

Chen Baosheng not only refused to leave, but also slapped the person who was pulling him.

That made Wu An happy.

Yo, he's still a hard-headed kid.

That's not right either.

This is getting out of hand.

Wu An also stayed silent, Chen Baosheng started spouting off, and naturally there were plenty of people to retort him.

As expected.

After hearing Lao Fu Tou's misfortune, everyone already had complaints about the Chen Family, and Chen Baosheng even shouted and cursed at them—who could tolerate that?

We're all just out here trying to get by.

You think your Chen Family is the best, and you won't even let anyone speak?

At this point, no one will back down. When there's no one around.

The quick-tongued already started cursing, while the slow-tongued first spat and then joined in cursing.

The scene was bustling with activity.

Chen Baosheng alone, arguing against the crowd, was clearly at a disadvantage.

As he kept cursing, he unconsciously got led off-topic.

He began to spout nonsense.

You say a line, I say a line, we start trading barbs, and the words we blurt out can't even be processed by the mind.

"Even if it's refusing to save someone on the brink of death, what of it?"

"My father once saved his life, so that's a life for a life."

"Putting that aside, the old thing is ungrateful, and he was the one who first proposed leaving our Chen Family!"

"Who can we blame for this?"

"It's that old thing's own fault—he was useless and accidentally fell into the sea."

"Back then there were strong winds and huge waves; we could barely protect ourselves, how could we save him?"

"Why didn't he just die in the sea?"

"If he had died in the sea, there would be no trouble at all!"

"Damn it!"

Chen Baosheng screamed hysterically; being overly excited, he shouted whatever came to mind, a bit incoherent, but it didn't stop everyone from watching the spectacle.

Those beside him couldn't hold him back, and covering his mouth did no good.

Just then.

Someone suddenly slapped Chen Baosheng.

The shouting stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked over, and it turned out to be Chen Lao Da, who hadn't shown up for several days.

Chen Lao Da apparently had just run over, still panting heavily, and behind him followed a few people of similar age, all reeking of alcohol; apparently this group had been drinking when they got the news and rushed over immediately.

Upon hearing Chen Baosheng's self-destructive remarks, Chen Lao Da, furious, slapped him in public.

Chen Baosheng covered his face, stunned on the spot.

The last time he got slapped, I can't even remember when—probably elementary school; since entering middle school, Chen Lao Da has never hit him again.

Let alone hitting his face.

He's already in his early twenties.

But he's someone who cares about face.

Chen Baosheng covered his face and shouted hysterically, "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Was what I said wrong?"

"If you don't kill that old thing, why are you hitting me?"

Chen Lao Da pointed at him, his arms trembling with anger: "Shut up, shut up."

Having said that, he couldn't help but raise his arm again.

That slap, however, never landed.

Chen Baosheng wore a resentful expression.

Chen Lao Da turned his head to look at Wu An, then at Lao Fu Tou, and said with a fake smile: "Lao Fu, impressive—just after leaving my household, you've caused such a commotion."

"With such a haul, congratulations on striking it rich."

Lao Fu Tou snorted twice and said, "Good luck, as the saying goes, 'Move a tree and it dies; move a person and they thrive.'"

"These years, your family has made a fortune."

"It's about time it was our turn, us poor folks."

His way of speaking was never pleasant to begin with, and now that everyone has turned hostile, seeing each other as enemies, there's no point in being hypocritical.

He especially can't stand Chen Lao Da's pretentious act.

Chen Baosheng, fuming, pointed at Lao Fu Tou and shouted angrily, "Dad, you saw that too, right?"

"That old thing's words have hidden meaning."

"He's giving Wu An fame while deliberately stepping on our Chen Family!"

"He..."

Chen Lao Da waved his hand, signaling Chen Baosheng to shut up, looked at Wu An, and said, "Young man, playing these tricks—is it fun?"

"Oh ho, tsk tsk, you're anxious, you're anxious." Wu An, versed in sarcasm, said: "Today's fortune is all thanks to Lao Fu Tou's efforts."

"I'm just stating a fact—what do you have to be anxious about?"

Why the hurry?

Chen Lao Da did not answer.

But everyone understood.

Because it hit a sore spot.

Lao Fu Tou was still quite modest and said, "A An, please don't say that."

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the chance to show my skills."

A Qing, trying to show off, said, "I get it, I get it. It's said that a fine steed is common, but a talent scout is rare, right, right?"

Everyone laughed and nodded.

Every sentence avoided mentioning the Chen Family, yet every sentence was tied to the Chen Family.

Chen Lao Da said nothing, turned, and pulled Chen Baosheng outward.

What else is there to say.

The more you speak, the more mistakes you make.

Whatever you say only brings disgrace upon yourself and only makes it more shameful.

Chen Baosheng still refused to leave, was pulled hard, and several people dragged him away together.

Hush sounds kept coming.

"Chen Lao Da is probably regretting his actions, you know."

"He got what he deserved."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what's this called? This is called digging one's own grave."

"There's a saying online, how does it go? It's called cutting the main artery of layoffs; later the Chen Family will be weeping."

"Lao Fu, are you considering changing jobs?"

Lao Fu Tou smiled and shook his head, saying, "I'm not that divine."

"Just lucky today."

"Just a coincidence, that's all."

He wasn't being modest; he truly meant it from the heart.

Wu An pulled out cigarettes to hand out to everyone, but his supply wasn't enough; A Jin quietly gave him two packs, and the distribution was finally complete.

"Thank you all for speaking up on my behalf."

"Today also counts as letting off some steam at Lao Fu Tou. To be honest, up to now the Chen Family hasn't even offered an apology."

Lao Fu Tou's expression was gloomy.

That old fellow, though blunt and outspoken, isn't stupid; after all these years of life, he's seen every kind of person and encountered every kind of thing, his mind is clear.

Now he's coordinating with Wu An, showing great tacit understanding.

"No need to be polite."

"Lao Fu, if you stick with me, salary and benefits are easy to arrange; later, when we meet the Chen Family, I'll help you berate them."

Someone still wouldn't give up, trying to undermine the foundation.

Wu An's catch this time was so eye‑catching that, in everyone's view, Lao Fu Tou is now a real prize.

A Jin pushed that person and said, "Go, go, go, get lost on the side."

"Don't block the way."

Wu An laughed and said, "We still need to settle the accounts, everyone, excuse us, excuse us."

Arrived at the Market.

With so much seafood, moving is one matter, weighing is another; fortunately the Market has a ground scale, so loading the truck and weighing is all that's needed.

Live fish are a bit trickier; you need to set up a water tank first and then turn the fish over once.

It can't be done carelessly.

At over a hundred per jin, being short by a couple of jin isn't a small loss.

In contrast, A Jin's shrimp crab collection was simpler—weight, calculate money, and quickly handed the cash to Wu An. The Crab Pot mainly held shrimp crab and sea snails; after removing sea eel and other fish, it sold for yuan.

That's considered pretty good.

The biggest gains this trip were mainly Panshuikeng and Longline Fishing.

After another busy half‑hour of weighing, Lao Fang held a calculator, tapping it repeatedly for a while.

While settling the accounts and laughing, he joked, "Because the fish haul is so huge, the calculator is about to smoke."

"Reset, reset, reset…"

"Multiply… multiply… multiply…"

"Equals…"