Chapter 303: Working is impossible to work

That person looked left and right, wondering if they had seen any cameras, and asked Mo Lao, "Are they filming a video?"

Mo Lao shook his head blankly: "What does that mean?"

"No."

"Anyway, I didn't see any camera, nor did I see them using phones."

Someone whispered, "Are you suspecting they're faking it?"

That person nodded.

Mo Lao laughed: "What are you thinking?"

"Why would they fake it?"

"It couldn't possibly be done just for us to watch, could it?"

Upon hearing that, that person's face flushed, shaking his head: "I... I was overthinking."

The others had no intention of mocking him.

Because right now they really couldn't laugh.

Earlier they had caught a lot of fish, feeling proud, and regarded Wu An and the others as a joke.

As a result.

They themselves are the joke.

Mo Lao was very pleased.

Watching these people collectively make fools of themselves, what a delight; this matter alone could keep them laughing for half a year.

Indeed, the smile wouldn't disappear, but would shift.

They whispered, and upon seeing Wu An walk back, someone couldn't help but ask, "Handsome guy, didn't someone just say Panshuikeng struck it rich? Is that you?"

Wu An nodded, A Qing walked over and grinned, "Oh dear... we hid it so deep, yet you still found us."

"As expected of a fishing veteran, your eyes are deadly."

Wu An told him to stop nonsense and hurry over to help; the two then carried another snake-skin bag out of the pit.

A Qing asked, "Brother, any more?"

Wu An shook his head: "No, that's all the bags."

As they talked, carrying the snake-skin bags over, they left the fishermen dumbfounded.

"I'm calling the police!"

"These two young guys really know how to show off."

"I really suspect they're here to stock up!"

"Who was it that earlier urged them to join us in fishing?"

"Damn, is this whipping a corpse? Rubbing it in my face, helping others slap me?"

Mo Lao reminded, "Let's stop chatting here; we should hurry over too."

The fishermen also walked over.

Lao Fang had a full set of tools, so they could sort and weigh on the spot, without needing Wu An and the others to go to the market.

Everyone's movements were very efficient.

Seafood differs from other goods; a slight delay could cause a whole batch to die.

Naturally, dead and alive seafood can't fetch the same price.

Soon, Wu An and the others' catch was sorted and weighed; Lao Fang then called Wu An over to the vehicle to settle the bill.

The calculator clacked for a while.

The arithmetic total came to yuan.

Crab Tiger took the lion's share, with large specimens reaching 200 yuan per jin and small ones 160 yuan per jin.

Next came shrimp and crab.

Conversely, the earth dragon didn't fetch much, mainly because few were caught—only seven or eight.

One was exchanged for Mo Lao's fish goods, and another, the largest earth dragon, Wu An kept, intending to present it to his father.

Stewed into soup, his father surely couldn't finish it, but the rest of the family could drink it.

Being able to sell for so much, aside from high nutritional value and medicinal effects, the flavor is surely not lacking.

Lao Fu Tou was also delighted at the sight, wanting to take one to soak in liquor, offsetting the cost with his wages.

In the end, they sold Lao Fang only four earth dragons or fewer; Lao Fang told Wu An to catch more next time.

Wu An happily agreed.

They settled the accounts.

The fishermen's catch had just been sorted; today's fishing was good, they caught plenty, with even the lowest earner getting six or seven hundred yuan, and the higher earners reaching two thousand.

This beats working!

As long as luck is good, casually fishing can match a regular worker's monthly wage.

Although the domestic situation is now very promising, an ordinary worker without overtime pay normally makes only two or three thousand yuan a month.

Even if working overtime in a factory, with ten-plus hours a day, a month's earnings at best would be six or seven thousand yuan.

Actually, that wage is not bad.

Why?

But as a reborn person, Wu An clearly knows that in the coming decade or so, wages will remain about this low.

Everything else is rising, only wages stay stagnant.

Nowadays, if one can earn this much, buying a house actually isn't that stressful.

If one waits until housing prices skyrocket later to buy.

Just paying the down payment would drain several wallets, and one would have to carry the mortgage for a lifetime.

Wu An felt fortunate, having never experienced this kind of pressure in either life.

In his previous life he simply couldn't afford to buy; in this life he has already bought quite a few.

Anyway, in this life it's impossible to work as a laborer.

The other anglers had been pretty happy originally.

But the thing is, one fears comparison in everything.

All their earnings combined still aren't as much as the spare change from what Wu An and his group made selling their catch.

And they're still laughing their heads off.

A Qing whispered, "Brother, these anglers aren't just posing; they really have some skill."

"In just a moment they actually caught that many fish."

"Moreover, I see each of them looking dissatisfied with their catch, suggesting they usually catch plenty."

"It's thanks to our coming to Panshuikeng that we can steadily overwhelm them; if it were just fishing, there would actually be a slight chance of losing to them."

Wu An nodded and said, "You've become sensible."

A Qing and Mo Lao exchanged greetings, saying, "Mo Lao, you really have a knack for fishing."

"Originally when you came over to say hello and said you'd take us fishing, I thought you were just blowing smoke, but it looks like you really intend to bring us along to make a fortune."

"Where do you usually go fishing? Do you have any fixed spots? Can you share them?"

He was genuinely praising them.

But to the anglers hearing it, those words took on a different tone, sounding like sarcastic ridicule.

A Qing harbors no ill will; anglers know how important a good fishing spot is, and A Qing hopes to have a chance to fish, giving him more options.

Mo Lao twitched the corner of his mouth: "Who said earlier they'd take people fishing? Say it yourself."

That person's face turned red and his neck veins bulged, unable to speak for a long while.

What to say.

Saying anything would just bring self‑humiliation.

A Qing was somewhat dissatisfied: "Big brother, really?"

"Are you really that petty?"

"Could it be that when you said you'd take us fishing earlier, you were just talking off the cuff?"

That person felt stifled and wanted to die.

Fine, fine, fine.

Consider me, in my forties, still not understanding—let it be.

Please.

Stop picking on me alone.

Wu An looked at that person's constipated expression, and despite himself he couldn't hold back, lowering his head and letting out a "koo koo koo" laugh.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold it in."

He waved his hand to explain, which was like rubbing salt into a wound.

Others joined in the laughter.

Laughter not only spreads, it amplifies!

After a round of cigarettes, the group puffed clouds and mist, and actually their conversation was quite harmonious.

After all.

Originally there was no grudge.

The anglers were also broad‑minded; being mocked up close by A Qing was their own doing.

After finishing the cigarette.

Everyone also exchanged contact information and then went their separate ways.

Wu An was riding his bike when his phone rang; he saw it was Yu Kai Lang calling, so he immediately stopped and answered.

Yu Kai Lang's call surely meant he had something important to say.

He dared not delay.