Lujia Village is much larger than Dongtou Village, with its population almost doubled, because Lujia Village has uniquely advantageous conditions.
Outside the village is a large mudflat that has supported countless people throughout history, and the wharf is a natural deep-water wharf.
The saying goes, "Those who live near the mountains live off the mountains, and those who live near the sea live off the sea."
Nowadays, most people make a living by farming. With such a large area of mudflats, even if they don't get rich, at least they can live a life free from worries about food and clothing.
But in another one or two decades, the advantages of the mudflats will not be so obvious, and Dongtou Village will instead have a development opportunity.
The reason is that there is a beach outside Dongtou Village, which is very suitable for developing tourism. This has not only attracted tourism companies to settle in the village, but also led to the construction of a pier.
Feng Ye waited at the Lujia Village dock for nearly an hour before the ferry to the county town finally arrived.
Compared to this ferry, the ferry to town is nothing; there's simply no comparison.
Although it wasn't as luxurious as later generations, it was already quite good for that era, having everything one would expect.
When Feng Ye boarded the boat, he paid one yuan for the fare, received a printed receipt, and then casually found an empty seat to sit down, placing the bucket next to his feet.
It takes an hour and a half to get from Lujia Village to the county seat, and the boat stops once along the way, at an island.
He didn't know anyone on the boat, so he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, pretending to doze off.
An hour and a half later, the ferry arrived at its final stop, the county's passenger terminal.
Feng Ye picked up the bucket, disembarked, and arrived at the passenger terminal.
If it were a fishing dock, he would also have to worry about encountering thugs and hooligans.
But here, there's nothing to worry about. At most, there might be some petty theft. Just keep a close eye on your money, and you can go about your business with peace of mind.
This brings us to a profession that will disappear in the future—the economic police.
Economic Police, or simply Economic Police, is not the same as the Economic Investigation Department that is known to the public today.
Economic police are nominally formally employed by the public security system, but in reality, they are not directly led by the public security department; they only provide business guidance.
Their direct superiors are the companies, financial institutions, research institutions, and other departments where they work.
The security police are not just for show; they are armed and have the power to arrest people and interrogate them. Their authority is basically equivalent to that of a police station stripped of its household registration authority.
The county's passenger terminal has its own security police, whose direct superiors are the provincial port authority, which manages the terminal, not the county public security bureau.
Their main duty is to protect the safety of the docks and ferries. On the ferry that Feng Ye was on, security guards would occasionally patrol the passenger cabins.
They only have the dock and ferry area, so they don't have many opportunities to make a name for themselves. If some local thugs cause trouble, wouldn't that be like meat being delivered to their door?
Feng Ye swaggered out of the dock, hailed a car, and headed to the Jinghong Hotel.
The journey is a bit far, and he doesn't want to walk there.
Jinghong Hotel sounds low-class and has no class at all, just like a roadside food stall, but it is currently the best hotel in the county.
It wasn't until more than ten years later, after the Jinghong Hotel was renovated and rebuilt on its original site, that it was renamed the Jinghong International Hotel.
In Feng Ye's view, the Jinghong Hotel is just an ordinary hotel nowadays, with a slightly retro feel, but it has a lot of fun activities to offer and is a paradise for men.
Feng Ye got out of the car at the entrance of Jinghong Hotel and swaggered in, intending to go in and ask.
As soon as he pushed open the door, the security guard stopped him.
The security guard didn't stop Feng Ye because he was dressed casually; he had seen many men dressed even worse come here to spend money.
The main reason was that Feng Ye was carrying a bucket that emitted a very strong seafood smell.
This person is clearly not here to eat, but to try their luck selling things.
The security guard asked and, sure enough, told Feng Ye to wait by the door while he went to call the person in charge.
A short while later, a burly man arrived, dressed in a suit and tie, looking quite respectable, and introduced himself as the purchasing manager.
"Buddha's hand snail? You dare to sell this here? What do you think this place is, with broken hands? You must be desperate for money."
The fat man glanced into the bucket, scoffed, and turned to leave.
"This is not a Buddha's Hand snail, it is a goose barnacle."
Feng Ye still wanted to struggle a bit more.
"Whether it's a goose barnacle or a gooseneck barnacle, I don't care what you call it. Go sell it wherever you want, but I don't want it here. Get lost."
After saying that, he walked away arrogantly.
"Pah, what is that?"
Feng Ye vented silently, but could only obediently leave and try other restaurants.
Although the county town is not very big now, it is not the only place to eat.
As soon as he opened the door, a middle-aged man with a somewhat kind face walked towards him, but he didn't think much of it.
Just as they were about to pass each other, the middle-aged man suddenly said, "Young man, didn't you sell large yellow croakers in Dongtou Village the day before yesterday?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
Feng Ye turned his head and said subconsciously.
“I’m one of the people who bought your big yellow croaker, have you forgotten?”
Feng Ye took a closer look and exclaimed, "Wow, it really is him! No wonder he looks so familiar."
What was this person's name again?
I think his surname is Qin, so I tentatively asked, "Are you President Qin?"
“That’s right, it’s me.” The middle-aged man laughed. “Young man, your memory isn’t very good, not as good as mine, who’s almost fifty.”
"I didn't think of it for a moment, please forgive me, Mr. Qin," Feng Ye said apologetically.
Mr. Qin shook his head and said, "You young man, your memory isn't very good, but your tricks are quite clever. Your sealed bid made me spend an extra one or two thousand yuan."
"I just want to make more money."
Feng Ye smiled awkwardly.
President Qin gave a thumbs up: "However, the sealed bid method you came up with is indeed a very good bidding method. I would like to try it if I have the chance, and see if I can make more money."
"A boss as big as President Qin can earn more than just a little more; he should be able to earn hundreds of millions more."
Feng Ye offered a flattering remark.
President Qin was confused.
What does this rambling mean? I just can't understand it.
Seeing the confusion on President Qin's face, Feng Ye realized that this was not the case yet, and explained: "The first 'one' is the 'one' in 'one, two, three, four,' and the second 'one hundred million' is the 'one hundred million' in 'one hundred million, two hundred million.'"
"You young people are really quick-witted," President Qin laughed heartily. "Making more money, making a few hundred million more, that's interesting."
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