However, they did not leave. Instead, they gathered in twos and threes in the shade, talking and waiting for their fishing boats to return.
Feng Ye and A Can got busy, unloading baskets of fish from the boat and delivering them to Feng Jiafa's shop.
As soon as he entered Feng Jiafa's shop, Feng Ye said apologetically, "Uncle Fa, I'm sorry."
What just happened?
Feng Jiafa frowned, having some guesses in his mind, but not being sure.
He had naturally seen what was happening at the dock and knew what those people were demanding.
But he didn't go there, so he naturally didn't know the specifics.
"It's like this..."
Feng Ye recounted what had happened, and then apologized, saying, "I spoke too quickly, and things turned out like this. Uncle Fa, I'm really sorry."
After hearing Feng Ye's explanation, Feng Jiafa's brows relaxed, and he revealed a smile of understanding.
"Hey, what's the big deal? There's nothing to apologize for. Just buy the fish directly, and I'll save myself the trouble."
He waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind.
In truth, his heart was bleeding.
The small fish are cheap, and he earns less from them, but they come in large quantities.
No matter who goes out to sea, they can catch some, more or less.
Over time, this adds up to a considerable income each month.
However, he could not show any dissatisfaction.
After all, the client who pays the money is the boss.
Another thing is that the goods Feng Ye sold to him over the past few months have made him quite a bit of money.
He couldn't afford to fall out with Feng Ye over something like this.
So what if we earn a little less?
As long as Feng Ye continues to sell his goods to him, what does this little bit of money matter?
He could still distinguish between what was important and what was not.
"What a mess this is! You could have made some money, and it would have made things easier for us. Now, we're the ones who have to do all the work ourselves."
Feng Ye said, somewhat embarrassed and helplessly.
"It's enough that you have the intention."
Feng Jiafa patted Feng Ye on the shoulder and half-jokingly said, "You should sell me more good stuff in the future to make up for my losses."
Feng Ye nodded: "Okay, definitely."
"Hey you two, stop babbling and come help."
Ah-chan, busy unloading goods from the cart, wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted impatiently.
"They're here, they're here."
Feng Ye and Feng Jiafa smiled and quickly joined A-Can's group.
The three of them worked together to unload baskets of fish from the cart and carry them into the shop to be weighed.
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