"Boss Song!"
"You're too awesome!"
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"Boss Song!"
"Do you want to smoke?"
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"Boss Song!"
"You've been busy for an entire night. You should be very tired by now, right? Do you want to rest first?"
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"Boss Song!"
"Are you hungry? I still have instant noodles and hot water in my car. Do you want me to make you a cup? These fish have to be kept in the car while they are fresh. I'll treat you to a big meal when we're done!”
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"Boss Song!"
"The weather today is really good!”
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Song Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Yang Guohua directly blocked her bow and didn't let her get off the boat or let others get on the boat. He was saying very boring things.
"Boss Yang!"
"You don't have to do this!"
"I am very satisfied with the price you offered. All the white pomfrets in this ship are yours.”
Song Yun knew that Yang Guohua was worried that she would go back on her word, or that other fishmongers would come and steal his business. He simply blocked the bow of the boat. If someone wanted to board her fishing boat at this time, Yang Guohua would definitely fight to the death.
"Hehehe!"
"Hehehe!"
Yang Guohua smiled and did not reply. He was obviously pretending to be stupid.
Song Yun shook her head and didn't say anything. Yang Guohua's way of doing things wasn't strange. In fact, if she were a fish collector, she would also do the same thing. The value of this boat of white pomfrets wasn't low, and it couldn't run away from hundreds of thousands. Yang Guohua bought them according to the price he said and sold them to high-end restaurants in the city or provincial capital or seafood restaurants. He could make a hundred thousand yuan or even more with this change of hands. It was never too much to be careful with so much money.
"He's here! He's here!"
"The wicker basket is here!"
Yang Liyang ran with all his strength while holding a few baskets stacked together. He panted heavily like a dog.
"Why are you so slow?"
"It's just a few wicker baskets. Why did they take so long to run?”
"He's usually faster than a thief when he eats, but when he has to work, he's like a snail. He's really trash!”
Yang Guohua grabbed the basket from Yang Liyang's hand and cursed. He had to seize every minute and second. The white pomfrets on Song Yun's boat were all divided according to their size, weighed, and paid. Only then could the whole thing be considered safe. In this process, accidents could happen at any time.
Yang Liyang rubbed his neck, not daring to say anything.
Yang Guohua reached out to pick up the white pomfrets piled on the bow and put them into the basket. There were several times when the fishing boat swayed left and right along with the waves and even retreated, almost falling into the sea. He didn't care at all, as if he didn't know such danger at all.
Song Yun saw Guo Hua Yang's expression and nodded in her heart. This was definitely a person who was desperate to do business. He was just trying to make money. He didn't even care about his life. Only such a person could really expand his business and make money. From this small detail, it could be judged that there was no problem working with such a person.
Yang Guohua didn't know that Song Yun was looking at him. He picked up the fish one by one in his hands and was overjoyed.
White pomfret was very expensive, especially the big ones. Generally speaking, more than 500 grams was very expensive. It was definitely one of the first choices for those who liked sea fish. It was a truly high-end product.
"More than three catties!"
"All of them are more than three catties!"
"Some of them even weighed more than four catties!"
Yang Guohua muttered as he picked up the fish. What he saw was definitely not fish, but red banknotes.
Yang Guohua picked up a few baskets of fish and made some space. He immediately jumped onto the deck and began to pick up the fish and divide them according to different weight classes. He filled a basket and weighed them. After making a record, he immediately carried them to the seafood truck. The sun had risen and the temperature was rising. These white pomfrets had to be sent to the seafood truck to preserve their freshness. Only in this way could the quality be guaranteed to the greatest extent and they could be sold at a good price.
Yang Guohua was busy. His forehead and clothes were covered in sweat, but he couldn't care less. His hands moved faster and faster, like a machine that didn't know fatigue.
Song Yun saw that a portion of the fish had been picked up, and there was a place to settle down on the deck. She decided to go to the small dock. After a bumpy night on the sea, her feet stepped on the ground, and she immediately felt an indescribable sense of security.
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