The young owner flew into a rage at the sight of the male tourist: "Then report it, and I'll call you."
Seeing his confidence, the male tourist thought of the shady dealings in the local tourism industry and could only glance at Lu Wuyai again, saying, "Brother, tell me what's going on with this fish."
Lu Wuyai said, "And what's going on? That fake grouper that grew up eating feed at the fish farm, boss, did I say something wrong?"
He glanced at the portly chef who had just come out; clearly, this was the restaurant's manager.
The young boss was a great performer; he didn't play by the rules and took the initiative to perform: "You were wrong just now. There are no purely wild fish in the world. Our fish grow up in the ocean from a young age, without restraint, so why aren't they wild?"
The other party kept acting up, and Lu Wuyai couldn't take it anymore. He said coldly, "Putting everything else aside, why are there no tigerfish in the wild?"
“Where are the wild ones? Go catch one and let’s see.” The young boss poked his neck and said.
Lu Wuyai was furious. He really wanted to dive into the water and open his eyes, but doing so would be too bizarre and would definitely make him a laughing stock.
There was a young man who seemed very clever, but who knew he was so foolish? After a meal, he got into an argument with the restaurant owner, took off his clothes, and jumped into the sea to fish...
In short, as long as he actually goes into the sea, he's going to lose regardless of whether he catches a tigerfish or not.
This was because he couldn't back down, so he turned around, sneered, and said, "What if you get infected? You think wild tigerfish have really disappeared? How stupid. This isn't a yellow croaker, and it wasn't driven to extinction, so why isn't there any of these things in the sea?"
"Let me tell you, the tigerfish is not a very rare fish species. Of course, they have indeed become less common in recent years because they are warm-temperate bottom-dwelling fish that prefer to live in shallow waters. However, the fish population around the shallow waters of the Red Sea has been severely polluted in recent years, leading to a decline in their numbers."
"However, if you go along the shallow waters, looking for rocks and rapids, you can still find wild tigerfish, as long as you find where the two meet."
He explained the method of catching tigerfish very clearly. If the other person wasn't stupid, they should be able to tell that he was a fishing expert.
Old Sun was a seasoned veteran with a smooth mind. He saw Lu Wuyai's performance and realized he was an expert. So he said, "Don't worry, friends, let's not fight. I'll handle this."
After comforting the four of them, he asked Lu Wuyai, "What's this young man's name?"
Lu Wuyai said, "My surname is Li."
"My surname is Li. I live in Yelin Village, Qiantan Town," one of the onlookers asked excitedly.
Lu Wuyai nodded, and the man asked again, "Hey, you have some talented people in your village. I heard that a young man in your village caught a large eel and a dolphin bass weighing one or two hundred kilograms from the sea. You know that, right?"
"What a coincidence!" Lu Wuyai said with a smile. "Yes, I know, I caught these two fish."
Suddenly, a gasp rippled through the crowd. Most of the diners were elderly red-haired foreigners who lived by the sea. They knew of the enormous army eels and the reputation of Dolce & Gabbana.
The young owner said dismissively, "Catching moray eels and sea bass is too unusual. A few days ago, someone caught several moray eels with a fishing net."
Diners exclaimed in admiration: "He didn't use a fishing net; he jumped into the sea and fought the fish to catch them. He used a harpoon to catch them."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the restaurant was stunned, including the young owner: "This, this is bragging. Using a harpoon to catch eels and sea bass."
Lu Wuyai said, "Anyone who's bragging can ask around. My name is Lu Wuyai. If any of you know anyone from Coconut Grove Village, you can ask around."
Grandson has been navigating the social world for decades and has a keen eye for people.
When Lu Wuyai spoke, he kept looking into the other person's eyes and expression, which showed that the other person was full of confidence and never lied.
After hearing his introduction to tigerfish and learning that he could go to sea to catch giant eels and dolphin bass, he immediately lowered his stance.
He first bowed slightly, then stretched out his hands and said, "Young man, can we take a step apart to talk? Let's go to a box."
The young boss muttered, "Dad, the box is full."
The chubby boss said, "Then let's go to my room."
The male tourist asked, "How should we prepare this dish?"
The portly owner said happily, "I'll let you order this dish for free. I'll change the name of this dish. Our hotel made a mistake in this matter, and we apologize to all our customers."
Since that's what they've said, it's not easy for several people to start arguing about it.
Led by the old man's grandson, they arrived at a room in the backyard, with two tourists following behind.
The room was clean and tidy. It contained one bedroom and one living room. The living room had a television, a table, a dining table, and chairs. The decor was simple, elegant, and bright, reflecting a traditional style from a certain country.
He entered the room and went to the desk. There were no books on it, only a few wine jars.
The old grandson went to fetch the wine, and Lu Wuyai helped him up from the side.
The moment his hand touched the ancient desk, he suddenly felt a stream of water pass through his body and enter, transforming into streams of water that swirled within the golden core.
The fierce battle with Wu Gou had depleted a large amount of his golden core moisture. He was a little tired at first, but after touching the old desk and absorbing the moisture from it, his body suddenly felt much lighter.
This took him by surprise; he hadn't expected this to happen. What on earth was going on? How could there be moisture-absorbing material in the desk?
What surprised him even more was that there was more water vapor in the desk than in the sea, or rather, the utilization rate was much higher. A continuous stream of water vapor entered the golden core, condensing into tiny streams of water.
The old grandson noticed the surprise on his face and asked, "What's wrong, little brother?"
Lu Wuyai quickly covered it up: "It's alright, this wine is really fragrant. I didn't expect you to have such a fragrant old wine here."
The old man didn't doubt him and laughed, saying, "Haha, you're ridiculous, but this is indeed aged wine, it must be aged wine. Since you think it smells so good, have two more cups today."
Lu Wuyai's alcohol tolerance was average, and he had important business to attend to, so he waved his hand and said, "No, I'm here to pick up the teachers from the rural school today, so I can't drink."
“Go pick up the teacher,” the old grandson asked.
Lu Wuyai said with a smile, "Come pick me up. I'm the new teacher at their village school."
Grandson suddenly said, "Oh, that's it. That was too reckless, too reckless. My grandson has always admired cultured and capable people the most. You two, one is educated and the other is very capable, so we should have a drink."
Sun Yijin said listlessly, "Dad, when did you start appreciating cultured people? I never saw you admire our teachers when I was in school."
The old man glared at him: "You good-for-nothing, shut up. Go, go to the kitchen in the back and hurry up with the food preparation."
The fat boss tried his best to persuade them to drink, but after Lu Wuyai declined twice, he stopped and instead kept urging them to eat.
A table with seven bowls and eight dishes served as a hearty lunch for the five people.
However, Lu Wuyai had no appetite. All his thoughts were focused on that unfamiliar black desk, racking his brains to find a way to get his hands on it and study it carefully.
The desk is a grayish-black color, neither too dark nor too conspicuous. Its design is quite ordinary, a simple Ming and Qing dynasty retro style, which is very common at flea markets.
He racked his brains trying to figure out a good way to get the food onto his desk, which made him feel irritable and restless.
Lu's daughter seemed to have noticed the desk as well. While eating, she changed the subject to it and learned that the desk was an ironwood piece of furniture that the boss had bought in the market many years ago.
After several rounds of drinks and as dusk approached, Lu Wuyai checked his watch and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, boss. We've had a very sumptuous meal, but we still need to return to the village, so we must leave now."
The portly owner chuckled and said, "I won't sit down for now. I'd also like to serve you a plate of yellow croaker dumplings, which is our restaurant's specialty."
Lu Wuyai waved his hand and said, "Next time, since the boss is so generous, we will come again."
The portly shopkeeper continued to urge him to stay: "Then why don't you have a cup of tea? I have high-quality green tea produced in the local mountains, which is different from what's sold in the market. It tastes very fragrant."
Lu Wuyai could only wave his hand again: "No need, your hospitality is very good, we are quite satisfied."
Upon hearing this, the portly boss immediately said, "It's not bad, but it's not good enough, not satisfactory enough. Alas, Mr. Lu, how can I be so complacent?"
Lu Wuyai looked annoyed and said, "Sorry, I used the wrong word. But if you really feel bad about it, you might as well give up and sell one of our items."
"What's wrong."
Lu Wuyai smiled and said, "I just registered at the school today, and I don't know if there are any suitable desks or lecterns in the school office. I think your desk is good, can you give it up?"
Lu Wuyai's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly looked up at Lu Wuyai.
Lu Wuyai did not notice his unusual behavior, so he smiled casually.
The shop owner pondered for a moment and said, "Teacher Lu is interested in this table. It's quite old, and its shape isn't suitable for a lectern. How about I help you buy a proper new table?"
Lu Wuyai waved his hand again and said, "No need, boss, you're too kind. I just think this table is quite suitable. It has a serious but not rigid style, which fits the teaching style very well. If you can't bear to part with something you like, forget it, I'll figure something out."
The boss said happily, "What are you talking about? I met two kids and we hit it off immediately, so there's no need to give up on such a shabby table. In this way, if I see you off, it will be a way of supporting our rural education work."
Lu Zhizi was too polite, and the shopkeeper ultimately accepted 1,000 yuan as principal. She didn't have that much money, so Lu Wuyai took it out of his pocket.
After paying, he went to move the table. His hands were heavy, but even with his strength, he could barely move it.
The boss said, "Be careful, I'll have someone help you load it onto the truck and then take it to the ship. It's a serious piece of ironwood, listen..."
He tapped the table with the iron spoon, and sure enough, there was a metallic clanging sound.
As they parted, they exchanged contact information. The owner said frankly, "Brother Li, I know everyone in Coconut Grove Village is a good fishmonger. You know, you also make a living this way. I happen to be having seafood for dinner, so if you have any good products in the future, please remember to contact me."
Upon hearing his words, Lu Wuyai thought of the large yellow croaker at home, but at the same time he also thought of Hongyang Yujia's lecture series. So he temporarily suppressed the idea of revealing the treasure and decided to wait and see how the market situation developed later.
The boss's words made him understand why the other party was so enthusiastic towards the four of them; it wasn't just because he wanted to clean up his mess, but also because they wanted to befriend him.
The boss was a seasoned veteran. After learning that he could go out to sea alone to catch large groups of moray eels and bass, he saw his own value.
The small truck carried them and their desks to the island's trade port, where Gu Yuxin had just picked up a few clients who were about to board the ship.
Upon seeing Lu Wuyai, he instinctively paused for a moment before reacting and saying, "Hi, beautiful, you're Teacher Zhizhi."
Lu Wuyai asked, "What is Teacher Zhizhi?"
Gu Yuxin smiled and said, "Isn't the teacher's name Shu Zhizi? I know that 'zi' means teacher in ancient times, such as Confucius, Mencius, and Mozi. So I dare to guess that our teacher's name should be Shuzhi. I also guessed that Shuzhi is the teacher's pen name."
Lu Wuyai smiled and said, "My name is Lu Wuyai, and I'm not a branch company."
Gu Yuxin's expression changed: "Wow, the island owner is an old bastard, a liar."
Lu Wuyai laughed loudly, "Alright, stop pretending to be artistic. Come over here like a table. This is business."
The tin boat set sail and entered the vast ocean.
With the beautiful woman in front of her, Gu Yuxin became more lively, exchanging various pleasantries.
"Mr. Lu, are you comfortable sitting at the bow of the boat? Or would you like to find another spot?"
"Mr. Lu, would you like some water? Oh dear, I only have bottled water here, no drinks."
"Mr. Lu, are you seasick? If you are, I'll drive very slowly."
Several passengers looked at the beautiful women and nodded in agreement: "It's okay to drive slowly."
Lu Wuyai knew exactly what he was thinking, and said with a smile, "Alright, Fugui, let Teacher Lu be quiet."
Gu Yuxin sneered, then found another way to express himself, belting out a fisherman's song: "Oh dear. No wind, no waves, no rice to cross the red ocean. Wind and waves feed the rice, a bucket of rice crosses the Red Sea. Great wind and waves, even the rice is heartbroken for Hong Yang..."
With the sea breeze blowing and fishermen's songs playing, plus the rising clouds blocking out the sun, this kind of sea voyage is quite enjoyable.
Lu Wuyai listened to the fisherman's song and said with a smile, "It's really beautiful, but what does it mean?"
Lu Wuyai said, "The Three-Line Fisherman's Song is the simplest form of a fisherman's song. It describes the difficult conditions of sailing on Hongyang Beach in the early years. The terms 'no rice,' 'a bushel of rice,' and 'a stone of rice' are all units of grain. It means that in calm weather, you can go to Hongyang City without eating a meal, but in a storm, you have to eat a bushel of rice. And if there are strong winds and waves, even eating a stone of rice won't get you there..."
The ship docked at the island trading post in Coconut Grove Village, and that's where they arrived.
Just then, the sky was dark and gloomy, with the faint sound of thunder and lightning. The air was very humid, and light raindrops were falling from time to time. It looked like it was going to rain.
Lu Wuyai asked, "Mr. Lu, where are you staying? Has the Education Bureau made any arrangements?"
“I’m staying at a farmhouse inn. Oh, it’s raining. Let’s hurry over.” Lu Zhizi waved.
Lu Wuyai said, "Then there's this table."
Lu Wuyai smiled and said, "You can move back home now."
Lu Wuyai nodded and said, "Alright, I'll take you to school when the weather clears up."
Lu Wuyai waved his hand habitually: "No, no, this is yours. You bought this table, you wanted this table, right?"
Lu Wuyai was startled: "You don't want to use it as a lectern. You can see I like this table."
Lu Wuyai smiled, pursing his lips, and said, "Even the boss knows that this kind of table is not suitable as a lectern, but you don't. I bought it because I kept watching you sneaking peeks at the table while you were eating. Ah, it's raining, let's go."
June weather, baby face, changes in an instant.
The light rain had been falling for a while when a heavy downpour began.
Li Muyang ignored the polite words of thanks and hurriedly took the table home, while Gu Yuxin led Lu Wuyai and several tourists to Li Mufeng's farmhouse.
The little count (dog) squatted by the door, the rain falling on it, but it didn't care. It stared longingly at the village entrance. When it saw Lu Wuyai, it was happy, but it still didn't leave the house.
Lu Wuyai grabbed some dog food for it, patted its head, and said with a smile, "Good boy, you're so obedient."
As soon as he landed, he turned on his phone and found a text message from Lu Luofu, who had taken a picture of the giant lobster.
The text message said he couldn't get through to Lu Wuyai by phone and guessed he might have already gone out to sea. He had something to do these next couple of days and couldn't come to pick up the lobsters for the time being. He asked Lu Wuyai to help raise the lobsters for a few days, and then he would buy them at a higher price.
After reading the message, Lu Wuyai felt this person was a bit unreliable. In fact, he had no need to come to collect the lobsters. He simply didn't come.
After thinking about it, I decided to wait three more days.
The forum stipulates that if a transaction has not been completed in real life within three days after the online transaction ends, the party who suffered the loss can file a complaint and choose another transaction method.
If the Land Rover doesn't arrive within three days, he will contact the forum expert, "I want to buy a LaFerrari, and sell the lobster and yellow croaker together."
The rain was torrential, and it was very heavy.
The old house needed repairs, and there were many leaks in the roof. He used all the basins and buckets to prevent water from flooding the house.
And so, the rainwater fell into the plastic buckets and metal basins, making all sorts of crackling and tinkling sounds.
Lu Wuyai calmed down and imagined the sound as a symphony. Sitting on the black wooden table by the door, watching the heavy rain outside and listening to the pattering rain, was not a pleasant experience.
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