After about half an hour, Fu Wan and her boat began to slow down and slowly approach the dock.
Some boats had already returned early and sent messages to the fish collectors at the dock.
So as soon as Fu Wan and her group reached the shore, several fishmongers of various colors gathered around them.
The group of people greeted each other enthusiastically, and then began to shout out their prices in a low voice.
After calling Fu Wan for a long time without getting a response, these people suddenly realized what was going on when they saw her distinctive Eastern face. They then racked their brains to try and get closer to her in Chinese.
"Mud...mud howl?"
"Five, five!"
Fu Wan got a headache from the incoherent language of those people, so she simply sent John to deal with them.
"John, can you find me a phone number? I want to contact the person on this business card."
John responded and pointed out a phone in a nearby shop. In that brief moment, they happened to spot the restaurant's purchasing van next to the shop.
He quickly pulled Fu Wan over and pointed it out to her: "Fu, that's God's back garden!"
Fu Wan looked in the direction he pointed and saw a middle-aged man getting out of a car.
He first looked around, searching through the crowd for a while, before finally fixing his gaze on Fu Wan's face.
After confirming that there were no Asian faces around, the man quickly walked towards Fu Wan's direction.
Actually, the weather was pretty good during Fu Wan's few days in Florida. Although the wind was strong by the sea, the people around her were still dressed very lightly.
There are many people like Bai Qianzhou and John who wear a wetsuit underneath a shirt.
But unlike the person who just got off the bus, he wasn't dressed in a straight, serious suit, or even a gentleman's tie.
The man stopped in front of Fu Wan and gave her a polite smile.
"Hello, friend from afar, I am Simon, a friend of old William."
"Hello, Mr. Simon."
Fu Wan smiled back. Simon had deep features, a thick beard, and a pair of deep blue eyes as beautiful as the sea.
After greeting Fu Wan, Simon's eyes naturally began to scan the tuna on the boat.
He came here today for two reasons. First, old William called him yesterday and told him that Fu Wan and the others had gone to Florida and asked him to keep an eye on them. Second, his subordinates who were waiting at the dock had just informed him.
Simon immediately recalled what old William had said: "Chinese, tuna."
He hadn't taken old William's words to heart at first; how could a Chinese person possibly catch fish in Florida?
And it's a rare find for tuna this season!
Despite the doubts, Simon's ability to make his restaurant a top-tier establishment in Florida speaks to his considerable talent.
Upon receiving the call from his subordinate, he immediately asked the purchasing department to come out with him.
It's okay if your understanding is wrong, just correct it in time.
Simon came in person, hoping to capture this tuna in one fell swoop.
Seeing this fish now makes me realize that this trip was definitely worthwhile.
This fish is really big!
Simon looked at the fish and felt as if he could see a deck full of money beckoning to him.
As a result, his attitude towards Fu Wan naturally became much more amiable.
"Madam, as you Chinese say, let's not beat around the bush. If you sell me this fish, I'll give you four thousand US dollars."
Fu Wan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. This price was actually the same as what John had said, but John had mentioned it after tax.
There were people arguing over there just now!
Old Simon isn't as honest as he seems!
John stood anxiously to the side, constantly giving Fu Wan meaningful glances, afraid that she would agree to sell it that way.
Bai Qianzhou's expression turned cold upon hearing the price.
He knew Fu Wan; she would never agree to that price.
Sure enough, Fu Wan shook her head and refused the next second, "I'm sorry, Mr. Simon, if this is your sincerity, then I cannot accept it."
Simon was surprised that Fu Wan would refuse. He found it hard to believe that even after deducting 20% tax from the four thousand dollars, he would still have three thousand two.
As far as he knew, this amount of money was already a considerable sum for impoverished Chinese people.
Old Simon was, after all, a capitalist. There were quite a few people gathered at the dock, and he looked slightly angry, feeling that he was losing face.
However, Fu Wan was not afraid in the slightest. She didn't believe that no one would offer a high price for such a big fish.
She turned and whispered something to John, whose eyes lit up. John then turned and shouted at the fishmongers who had just asked Fu Wan about the price:
"Guys, that bluefin tuna on the boat, whoever pays the most gets it. Mr. Simon is offering four thousand dollars now, anyone willing to pay more?"
"I'll offer four thousand five hundred dollars!"
Immediately, someone shouted, and once the first person did, a second and a third naturally followed.
Within just five minutes, the price reached six thousand eight hundred dollars.
The louder the shouts came from over there, the uglier Old Simon's face became.
Especially the last one who made the bid, who was the owner of a newly opened restaurant. That guy is really cunning; his restaurant is right across from Old Simon's.
“Fu, you can’t do this. For old William’s sake, you have to sell me this fish.”
Upon hearing this, Bai Qianzhou stepped in front of Fu Wan. "What's wrong? You want to force me to buy or sell?"
Seeing that they had misunderstood, Simon quickly lowered his tone and explained, "It's like this, dear lady, I made an agreement with old William that if you catch a tuna, he and I will each get half."
The four thousand dollars I just mentioned was my personal four thousand dollars, plus old William's, making a total of eight thousand dollars. What do you think of that?
After saying this, old Simon proudly flicked his beard at Brown in the crowd.
Little brat, let's compete with him.
Can he even explain himself?
In Chinese terms, he's eaten more salt than this kid has eaten fries.
When Fu Wan heard what he said, she realized that the old man was just making excuses at the last minute. What "half for each person"? He forgot to mention earlier, it's all nonsense.
If she were easy to fool, she might have sold it to him for four thousand.
“Mr. Simon, giving you eight thousand is no problem, but the taxes here are quite high. Why don’t you just pay my taxes for me as well?”
The tax of eight thousand was sixteen thousand, which old Simon was unwilling to pay, but he didn't want to lose the tuna that was within his grasp.
"Madam, would it be alright if we split it in half? I'd also like to invite you and your companion to my restaurant for a sumptuous dinner."
Fu Wan readily agreed, and she tried to raise the price, unexpectedly managing to secure another 800 yuan in profit.
And there's also a free lunch.
It was an absolute steal!
The price of eight thousand US dollars was unparalleled, and seeing this, the others could only shake their heads and leave.
Making eight thousand dollars from that fish would definitely be possible, but the profit margin might be significantly reduced. However, since old Simon's restaurant is already expensive, it would still be a profitable deal for him.
With the deal struck, Simon naturally arranged for people to transport the tuna away. John went to return the rented boat, and even though he had to pay fifty dollars in compensation for the damage caused by the humpback whale, he didn't care at all.
Because Fu Wan had previously told him that she would give him 100 dollars as payment for his earlier bidding!
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