Feng Ye just wanted to save someone who had fallen into the sea, but he didn't expect to drag himself down with them, returning to 1990.
He also wanted to do business with the Russians, t...
"Yes, we also need a cargo ship to collect the fish and shrimp, so that those small, miscellaneous fish and shrimp can be utilized and not wasted by being dumped into the sea..."
Since selling their catch to the fish and shrimp collection boat the day before yesterday, they haven't thrown away any of the miscellaneous fish and shrimp caught in their haul nets; they've collected them all.
By the last net yesterday, the quantity was quite large, totaling nearly 20,000 jin.
There were so many small fish and shrimp, and only a small portion was sorted out; most of the others were not sorted out at the time.
Moreover, there weren't enough baskets available at the time; they were all used to hold goods that could be sold.
So, at this time, they were all piled up in the corner of the fish hold and kept chilled with ice.
One can imagine how busy the workshop will be once we dock.
It's impossible for them to handle this properly on their own; they'll have to hire someone temporarily.
Moreover, the number of people invited cannot be small.
It's hot now, and even though these goods are kept warm with ice, they won't last long. They must be processed before dawn tomorrow.
The only concern is whether God will be on our side.
As he was thinking, a muffled clap of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.
It was as if God had heard his heart's voice and was responding to him, yet it carried a hint of mockery.
Feng Ye's face instantly turned ugly.
"Damn it, the heavens are really going to rain!"
He cursed and looked up, staring intently at the sky.
The already gloomy sky was quickly filled with dark clouds that hung low, seemingly within reach.
The sky quickly darkened.
The wind picked up, becoming somewhat rapid and fierce, causing his clothes to flutter loudly.
The waves surged and crashed against the ship, creating a deafening roar and sending up large sprays of water.
Amidst the rumbling thunder, flashes of lightning occasionally ripped across the sky...
Without a doubt, a torrential downpour is about to begin.
"Fuck you..."