At that moment, he noticed a text message on his phone. He opened it and saw it was from an unfamiliar number. It read: "Mr. Li, this is Land Rover, the winner of your auction list. The phone is unreachable. If you wish to continue the sale, please contact me for a connection."
After a long day, Lu Wuyai even forgot about the auction list he had posted on the Hongyang Yujia Forum.
The auction was over, and Land Rover was clearly the winner. They had tried to call him, but he had no signal at sea and they couldn't reach him.
After logging into his account, Lu Wuyai checked the auction results. Both lobsters had been sold; one sold for 22,000 yuan and the other for 20,500 yuan.
There has been a lot of commentary on this auction, and it's clear that many people are paying attention to these two rare lobsters.
One piece of information caught his attention: a reply to a post saying that this rare and beautiful lobster was being auctioned off on a small forum. Perspective determines destiny. The price of 100,000 would be at most 40,000.
The poster was titled "I Want to Buy a LaFerrari," and there was discussion surrounding this message.
Comment from post #28: That's right, these two lobsters are large and have beautiful texture. They sold for 600,000 yuan in Zhoushan last time, and they weren't this good.
On the 35th floor, 'I want to buy a LaFerrari': 600,000 is a speculative price, otherwise you'll encounter rich but ignorant nouveau riche, but 100,000 is fine.
On the 45th floor, "Go up if you want": Lafa God offered advice, and Lou Zhu quickly contacted him, earning $100,000.
The fifty-first floor is all about Benzema: God Rafa has appeared! Welcome, please visit my shop. I have a batch of white mud sea cucumbers. How should they be priced?
Lu Wuyai frowned, thought for a moment, and realized that his two lobsters could really sell for 100,000 yuan. Everyone's so rich these days. They're willing to buy a lobster for 50,000 yuan.
He knew that some people had caught ornate lobsters and sold them for hundreds of thousands of yuan, but he thought it was just hype. He grew up by the sea and had spent some time in the capital, so he knew the value of these seafoods very well.
However, based on what I saw at the Hongyang Island trading post a few days ago and the information online, it doesn't seem to be a publicity stunt. These days, high-quality lobsters can indeed fetch exorbitant prices.
Later, a lot of discussion arose surrounding "I want to buy a Lafayette" and his information. Many people believed that such lobsters should not be sold on small forums, but should be auctioned through various channels by seafood dealers to fetch a high price.
Seeing this, Omu Yang noticed the person who "wanted to buy the LaFerrari." He seemed to be quite famous on the forum, with many people calling him the 'God of the LaFerrari'.
He decided to sell the two lobsters to Land Rover. The Hongyang Fishermen's Forum does not allow fraudulent auctions or sales. If the forum registered by Lu Wuyai using his ID card is shut down, the losses will be enormous.
Besides, the total price of 40,000 yuan for two lobsters is not low, and he was already very satisfied.
After all, those two huge lobsters were quite a surprise. He got here without much effort, and he even had a streamlined production method. There are quite a few in the yard now.
After thinking for a moment, he realized it was getting late, so he didn't call Land Rover back. Instead, he sent a message with his address and QQ number, telling him he could come pick up the lobster anytime.
With the sea breeze blowing and the salty smell of the sea, the familiar sleeping atmosphere allowed Lu Wuyai to sleep soundly all night.
After getting up early in the morning, when the sun was high in the sky, he yawned and prepared to pack his breakfast.
Little Li ran over, holding a hand-rolled noodle in her hand, and said with a smile, "Uncle Yang, my mom made fish soup noodles."
That's perfect. He doesn't have to go to work in the morning, so he said, "Okay, Uncle's breakfast is in your hands. When you go back, tell your mom that you don't need to cook dinner. Uncle will prepare it, and it will definitely be delicious."
Hou Banshuang's mouth was practically watering: "Great, there's even wine to drink."
Lu Wuyai glared at him: "What kind of wine did you drink when you were young? You just had to eat big meals."
The women in fishermen's families are all excellent cooks. Liu Xiaole's family member is in poor health and cannot go to sea. To help her family, she started with housework and also became a very good cook.
The zucchini and sea bream last night were delicious. The combination of zucchini and dried shrimp was a little bland, but that's precisely why the deliciousness of the dried shrimp came through.
The fish soup noodles smelled wonderful this morning. The snow-white fish soup was steaming hot.
With nothing to do in the morning, he cleaned the yellow croaker and shark skin, then took out his phone and dialed his assigned teacher's number again.
The call was answered quickly this time, and a lazy voice sounded through the groggy voice: "Ahem, hello, who is this?"
Only then did Lu Wuyai realize that he had made the call a bit too early. Although the sun was already shining brightly, it was actually only a little past six o'clock, still early morning for people in the city.
After thinking for a moment, she said politely, "Hello, you are Teacher Zhizi. I am an indigenous resident of Coconut Grove Village. The island owner asked me to contact you and pick you up for work. You are resting. I'm sorry to bother you."
"Hello." The other person was clearly woken up by their phone, so their voice was a little muffled. "Is this Coconut Grove Village?"
"Yes, aren't you the teacher who came here to teach?"
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry, I just woke up and it’s not very bright. I know Coconut Grove Village. There’s a direct ferry. I’ll be going there in two days. I don’t need you to pick me up. I’ll go by myself.” Her voice became clearer, soft and gentle, like the sound of silver bells tinkling in the breeze of Jiangnan.
Lu Wuyai said, "You're welcome, teacher. Just let me know when you're coming to the village, and I'll show you the way. It's only right. Otherwise, you can rest first, and I'll contact you when you wake up."
The female teacher smiled and said, "I'm awake now. Otherwise, there's no time like the present, I'll go to school to register today."
Lu Wuyai immediately said, "Alright, tell me a place and I'll come pick you up. The sea route isn't easy for us."
The female teacher said a few polite words, and seeing his insistence, she smiled and said, "Okay, then we'll meet at the Hongyang Island Trade Port Square. I happened to bring some small gifts for the students, and it's really difficult for one person to go and pick them up."
After confirming the location and time, Lu Wuyai hung up the phone.
Wang Ming immediately said, "Uncle Yang, is this the new teacher? Her voice is really nice, and I'm sure she's very pretty too."
Lu Wuyai laughed and said, "What do you know? Today, I'm guarding your uncle's door with Little Earl (the dog). Your uncle will be picking up your teacher."
The little count (dog) didn't want to be separated from him, and when he saw him heading towards the island's trading post, he immediately chased after him.
Hou Banshuang tried to stop him, but the little count (dog) gave him a disdainful look and nimbly walked past him.
Having no other choice, Gu Yuxin grabbed Li Xiaoniu and let her hug her.
Hou Banshuang said fiercely, "Let's see how you run away."
Lu Wuyai left, and the little count (dog) glanced at Wang Ming with disdain, seeing how hard he tried to break free from Wang Ming's embrace.
Hou Banshuang tried her best to hug it, but it overwhelmed her...
Having no other choice, Lu Wuyai pushed the little count (dog) into the yard, blocked the threshold, and closed the door.
Li Xiaoniu leaned against the door and said fiercely, "Let's see how you run away."
The little count (dog) gave him another disdainful look. Instead of looking at the door, it looked at the windowsill.
The fishermen's huts all have large windowsills, the purpose of which is to dry fish and seafood. The windowsills are only 1.12 meters above the ground.
Lu Wuyai's old house was low, with the courtyard wall only a little over two meters high, and the windowsill only a little over one meter high from the courtyard wall, not even as high as the windowsill span.
After leaping onto the balcony, Little Earl (the dog) nimbly jumped up again, directly onto the courtyard wall. Then he turned his head, gave Wang Ming an arrogant look, and then leisurely jumped down from the wall.
Li Xiaoniu was dumbfounded. After a long while, she finally shouted, "Little Earl (dog), you underestimate me too much!"
Lu Wuyai was about to board the ship when he turned around and saw Little Earl (the dog) wagging its head and tail behind him.
He had no choice but to sternly scold, "Why aren't you listening? What are you doing? Do you even respect me? The food I ordered doesn't work, does it?"
Hearing his stern tone, the little count (dog) immediately wilted, squatting dejectedly at the island's trading post, looking aggrieved.
After being scolded by him this time, the little count (dog) stopped chasing and followed Wang Ming home, turning its head three times with every step, its eyes filled with tears.
Gu Yuxin watched from the iron ship and laughed, "Little Earl (the dog) is really smart now. It used to be a silly dog."
Sailing against the wind and waves, the sea is constantly rocking and rolling. Life on the ship is very monotonous. No matter how far you look at the ocean, the scenery is always the same, which can easily make you tired.
Gu Yuxin coughed and shouted in a shrill voice, "Don't do that! The only word is 'drop anchor.' When you drop anchor, the ship is safe. The unperturbed Emperor Qianlong arrived in Jiangnan..."
He was singing a fisherman's song. Lu Wuyai hadn't heard these tunes in a long time, so he sat on the boat and listened to him sing with a smile.
Don't let Gu Yuxin's dark complexion and thick skin fool you; he actually has a great voice and sings very well.
They happened upon a small sampan, and as they listened to Gu Yuxin's fisherman's song, someone on board also sang loudly: "...Emperor Qianlong travels to the south of the Yangtze River. Fish soup, fish soup can be made in an extra basket, King Wen of Western Zhou comes to the divination hall..."
Li Fugui's singing rang out: "Three words written with three oars, three large boats swaggering, eighty fishing lines long. Emperor Renzong doesn't recognize his mother..."
Lu Wuyai smiled and clapped enthusiastically. Unfortunately, the engines of both ships were very noisy, and no one could hear his applause.
The sounds of fishermen's songs filled the air, making the journey less boring. After a while, Hongyang Port came into view.
Hongyang Port is an important port in China. Built in 1890, after more than a century of development, it has become a major port with a foreign trade throughput of 100 million tons. It is an important international trade port and maritime transportation hub on the west coast of the Pacific Ocean.
The port has wide and deep waters, making it navigable year-round. It has five port areas, sixteen island trading posts, and hundreds of berths. From a distance, the massive superstructure appears as a single, enormous structure, a truly magnificent sight.
The iron ship docked, and Lu Wuyai went aboard the island's trading post and headed straight for the square.
This square was once a landmark building on the coast of Hongyang City, but as the city expanded and the city center moved from south to north and from the sea to the inland, the square gradually became desolate.
Upon arriving at the square, Lu Wuyai looked around. It was very hot, and the square wasn't crowded. Only a few children were playing, a few elderly people were watching them chat, and a few shirtless young men were making a ruckus in the woods, drinking in the shade.
There wasn't a single person here who fit the image of a female teacher, so Lu Wuyai took out his phone and made a call.
The call was answered quickly, and Wu Nong's soft voice rang out again: "Hello, Mr. Li, I've arrived at the square, but I don't think I see you. I'm entering the square, wearing a white shirt and blue jeans..."
Lu Wuyai looked up at the entrance to the square, where a girl walked in naturally.
The girl was about twenty-two or twenty-three years old. Her jet-black hair was styled into a ponytail and fell down her back, looking elegant and neat.
Her skin was soft and tender, her eyes were bright and dark, and her long, curved eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a cicada on a willow tree beside her.
The bright sunlight was blocked by the branches, but a few rays of light were lucky enough to fall through the willow leaves, one of which shone on her vermilion lips, making her full and bright red lips seem to have an extra layer of luster.
This summer was very hot, and Lu Wuyai was both hot and irritable, but as soon as he saw this girl, he suddenly felt his mind calm down and felt a pleasant and itchy comfort in his heart.
This is the power of beauty, and this is what people pursue.
What reassured him most was that the girl was on the phone, and she was wearing a white tank top and blue jeans.
Li Zhijie wasn't lying to him; this female teacher was really beautiful, she was stunning.
He quickly greeted the female teacher and waved. She was carrying a large backpack and dragging a large suitcase, clearly needing his help.
The female teacher noticed him and walked towards him with a sweet smile.
As a result, a boy who was playing with his friends interrupted.
He ran over, picked a flower from the flowerbed, and handed it to the female teacher, saying in a cliché way, "Sister, you're so sexy and beautiful, be my bride."
The female teacher smiled. She picked up on the boy's words, took a lollipop from her pocket, handed it to him, and said, "I like patient boys. If you want me to be your bride, then I'll test your patience. See how long you can eat this candy. If you eat it quickly, it means you have no patience."
The little boy patted his chest and said, "You still want to test me. Do you know who I am? I'm the class monitor of the senior class at Changjiang Road Kindergarten. Many girls in our school want to be my daughter-in-law."
The female teacher smiled and said, "Really. But this isn't Changjiang Road, this is the sea. You have to follow the rules of the sea, just like you have to listen to your teacher at school."
The little boy breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, then I'll show you how patient I am."
Lu Wuyai watched the female teacher coaxing the child and thought to himself, "What a silly child. Why are you still saying such things at your age?" The girl jumped onto her lap, crying and calling for her wife.
Not only did the little boy notice the female teacher, but the three young men drinking under the shade of the tree also saw her, and then they surrounded her with bright eyes.
A young man wearing a gold chain with tattoos smiled and said, "Bride, give me a lollipop to test my patience."
"Little Pumpkin, you have patience for anxiety, and so do I. I have the spirit of being old but vigorous, hehe."
"When the child left, my brother and sister-in-law were chatting. Oh, I have some lollipops here too. Baby, eat them with your mouth."
Seeing this, Lu Wuyai frowned in disgust. These bastards were really fast at attacking.
He quickened his pace, wanting to help, but the female teacher wasn't alarmed. Instead, she sneered, "Why? Yang Juexin finally wants to do something. But what does he mean by coming to you?"
When she said this, there was no fear on her beautiful face, but rather a cold arrogance.
Jin Lianzi was startled by her aura and looked at her suspiciously, saying, "What's wrong? What are you talking about?"
The female teacher continued with a cold laugh: "Why are you pretending to be stupid? Aren't you the one Yang Ruixin hired to steal my recording pen?"
As she spoke, she opened her handbag and took out a pen-shaped object from it.
She shook her head, then sneered, and said, "You're too late. I've already sent the evidence back to the authorities and told Yang Juexin to wait. I've recorded all his misconduct at the port, and I don't believe the law can't punish him for that."
Upon hearing this, the three thugs stopped talking: "Port Security Bureau. Director Yang Juexin. You mean Director Yang Juexin, right?"
The female teacher proudly raised her chin, took out another ID card and showed it to the three young men, saying, "Why are you pretending to be stupid? You're looking for the person who filed the report, aren't you? The provincial newspaper's investigation into Yang Jue's embezzlement and bribery case has been approved by higher authorities. The CD burner is here; you just need to catch it, but the data has already been uploaded. You can wait to go to jail together."
The three young people shuddered when they saw the press pass she showed them.
Yang Juexin and the others knew that the security chief and the director of the port police station in this area were nothing but thugs, so how could they possibly be connected with them?
But it's best not to do it online. I heard from this female reporter that the director was dying. They glanced at each other, turned around, and left without saying a word.
This is the female reporter who came to investigate the corruption of the police station chief. The three little ghosts dared not approach them, a battle of God. They didn't want to be sent to prison as accomplices in a daze.
A young man whispered, "Little Pumpkin, she's bluffing."
"The disabled press card and recording pen are real; she's a reporter, and the reporter fabricated a story to defame the security guard just to scare us." Damn, you're really brainless.
"That's right, you bastard. The country is cracking down on corruption everywhere right now, we have no idea how corrupt Yang Juexin has become. He's finished, hurry up and finish..."
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