"Old Wu said, 'Don't joke around. We've been teaming up for two days now. Why are you abandoning us?'"

What happened just now was my wife being unreasonable. You can't blame it all on me just because of that.

Liang Qingyou felt his eyelids twitching.

He had planned everything meticulously, but he hadn't anticipated that his fifth uncle would abandon them.

"Yes, Uncle Wu's problem isn't our fault. The three of us didn't say a word, and our wives didn't make a fuss either."

“Yes, Lao Wu said we really didn’t cause any trouble. If anyone is at fault, it’s Liang Qingyou’s fault. You can do without him, but you can’t do without us.”

Everyone got anxious.

Everyone knows that following Uncle Wu's ship almost always yields good loot.

Earning work points was easier than drinking water.

Uncle Lao Wu wouldn't let them board the ship right now. How could they just take them from other teams? Even if they did, they wouldn't earn as many work points.

"Stop arguing with me here. You know the truth of this matter yourselves."

What we need on this ship are people who follow orders and are willing to work hard without complaint.

You share both good times and bad; when good things happen, you rush to help, but when bad things happen, you run away faster than anyone else.

Why should we take this risk for you?

If Uncle Wu had been a little hesitant just now, worried that if he fired these four people, everyone would complain.

But now it looks like things are about to fall apart.

Let's be straightforward, we don't need these four people.

Da Bao is right, what's the point of having people like that?

No matter how much the crowd pleaded, Uncle Wu simply waved his hand.

"Alright, you guys go do what you're supposed to do. Hurry up and find your team. Don't bother begging me here, even if you beg a god, it won't help."

Uncle Wu and his men boarded the boat, and it set off again. This time, the four of them were utterly devastated.

Little did they know that by making such a fuss, they would end up not earning any more work points.

The four hurriedly went to find other people to team up with, but the teams that were supposed to set off had already left, and the teams that couldn't set off were all made up of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled. You can imagine what the result was.

The four of them were anxious, but there was no use in being anxious. At this moment, Uncle Wu and the others set off again.

Fifth Uncle stood beside Da Bao.

"Da Bao, I was wrong. I should have listened to you earlier."

Human nature is indeed insatiable; it's like a snake trying to swallow an elephant.

They always side with themselves.

Seven offered no words of comfort.

Uncle Wu understands these social dynamics better than I do; he has traveled the world and knows that this outcome is inevitable.

This time, they ventured five nautical miles away once again.

They simply set off the net, pulled it in, and came right back.

We can't not come back, because we went too far last time, which is why we used up a lot of fuel.

This oil supply will only last them this far before they have to go back; if they go any further, they'll probably be stranded at sea.

This time, no one objected to Da Bao's decision to go online. He did so quickly and without hesitation.

This time, Qi Zai didn't bring back such expensive red snapper, nor did he bring back a whole boatload of fish.

People will be so envious that they'll break into the homes of these dozen or so people tonight.

This time, they brought back ordinary ribbonfish, priced moderately, neither high nor low.

The ribbonfish on their boat were of very good quality, all first-class, so the ribbonfish they brought back were worth about 1.5 cents per pound.

In terms of quantity, it's 5,000 jin.

After deducting the collective score of 5000 and then 1%, each person won't get much.

The fish caught this time were clearly not as outstanding as anyone had expected.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that they had brought back ribbonfish this time. If they kept bringing back fish like this every time, who could stand it?

They were supposed to make their third voyage, but they ran out of fuel. If they wanted to refuel, they would have to go to Haiwei to buy fuel.

While the wind and waves were still relatively calm, they had to go and buy some oil.

Uncle Wu led everyone on a boat trip. They weren't heading to the county town, but to another island nearby.

There are designated places to refuel on that island; there are gas stations.

It's close to them, only two or three nautical miles away.

They come here every time they need to refuel.

The ship sailed to the vicinity of Haiwei Island, but when it arrived at the dock, there was not a soul in sight.

They steered the boat into the dock themselves.

Uncle Wu led his men off the boat and took a look at the nearest gas station at the dock.

The gas station door was locked, and there wasn't a soul in sight inside.

The group found it strange, as the pier was usually quite lively, and Haiwei Island was different from their own island.

Although Haiwei Island is two or three nautical miles away, the waters around Haiwei Island are rich in seafood.

Moreover, it serves as a supply point for the surrounding islands, making it relatively prosperous.

This island is large and has a large population. Except for the lack of fresh water and vegetables, all other supplies can be obtained here.

The dock is usually bustling, but I didn't expect to see a single person today.

Having no other choice, the group headed towards the interior of the island.

As a result, they arrived at the guard post closest to the pier. Each of their islands had a guard post located closest to the pier.

On the one hand, it's convenient to observe the weather here, and on the other hand, it's easy to notify the village if anything happens.

They found the doors and windows of the Hong Kong campus tightly closed, but the inside was full of people. When they saw them coming, some people waved their hands frantically to stop them from going in.

Uncle Wu hesitated for a moment.

"What's going on with them? Maybe we shouldn't go in."

They understand the importance of listening to advice and having enough to eat, but the people inside seem very anxious and don't want them to come over.

Others said,

"No matter what happens to Uncle Wu, we have to go and check on him. If there's trouble, we'll lend a hand; if there's nothing wrong, we'll still do our best, otherwise our boat won't be able to get back."

That's true. Their ship only had enough fuel to get to the dock; it definitely couldn't go back.

Uncle Wu led everyone towards the sentry post immediately.

The people inside frantically banged on the window and waved their hands, trying to stop them from coming in. Finally, in desperation, someone opened the window.

He opened the door a crack and shouted wildly at them.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Unfortunately, the strong winds and waves made it impossible for people to hear what they were shouting.

And so they arrived at the door of the sentry post.

Fifth Uncle went up and knocked on the door.

"Captain Liao, we're here to cheer you on. You should recognize us; we're from the next island."

All that could be heard from inside the room were sighs and lamentations.

"I told you not to come any closer! Why are you all coming? Aren't you just throwing your lives away?"

"Captain Liao, is something wrong? If anything happens, just let us know. We'll help if we can. What's the big deal? This storm isn't going to kill anyone."