Afterwards, Boss Zeng checked a few more bags on the boat and, after confirming that there were no problems, asked, "Is the quantity enough?"
"Ten thousand catties, all weighed according to your requirements."
"That's good, let's start loading the truck."
"good."
Feng Ye nodded, then turned to A-Can and said, "A-Can, bring out the scale and start weighing and loading the truck."
Ah-chan responded and quickly carried the scales he had taken from the shop off the boat and placed them on the dock.
Boss Zeng waved his hand: "No need to weigh it, I trust you, just load it onto the truck."
"How can that be? This stuff needs to be weighed. I can't just say how much it is and call it a day. Weighing it will put your mind at ease, and it will put my mind at ease too."
Feng Ye smiled and declined.
Just listen to those words; they're just being polite. Why take them seriously?
This is a big deal, involving nearly ten thousand yuan, so it definitely needs to be weighed.
In business, integrity and adherence to rules are essential.
Ah-Can also said with a serious expression, "Yes, Boss Zeng, everyone will know what to weigh if we do it."
Upon hearing this, Boss Zeng was slightly taken aback, then burst into hearty laughter.
He patted Feng Ye on the shoulder: "Boss Feng, you really are a straightforward person. Let's weigh it then."
So, the group got to work.
First, they weighed the dried fish piled up at the dock and loaded them onto the truck.
Then the driver adjusted the direction and drove the rear of the car directly into the bow of the boat.
In this way, the dried fish on the boat don't need to be unloaded from the boat and then loaded onto the truck; they can be transported directly from the boat to the truck, greatly saving time and manpower.
Feng Ye and his team were responsible for moving the sacks, systematically loading them onto the scales, weighing them, and then loading them onto the truck.
Mr. Zeng stood by the scale with a pen and paper, recording the weight of each bag, while the driver neatly stacked the bags in the vehicle.
The crowd gathered around the truck watched them move things back and forth, and some people asked questions out of curiosity.
Questions such as what kinds of dried fish are available, what the prices are, and how many fish are needed in total...
However, they ignored these busybodies and focused on their work.
However, when someone asked, "You have so much stuff to load onto the truck, do you need any help?"
"No need, no need, we can manage ourselves..."
Feng Jiaqing was interrupted by Feng Ye before he could finish speaking.
"Yes, of course I want it."
"Why would I need anything? It doesn't cost any money."
Feng Jiaqing glared at his son with displeasure, then turned to the crowd and said, "Thank you all for your kindness, but we can carry it ourselves."
"It only costs a few dollars, wouldn't it be better to make things easier for yourself? Besides, it's not your money that's being spent."
As Feng Ye spoke, he yelled at A-Can, "A-Can, don't you think so?"
"yes."
Ah-Can immediately understood what Feng Ye meant and responded loudly.
He didn't want to exhaust himself.
Ten thousand catties of dried fish is no small amount; even with four people, they would be exhausted.
The journey from the workshop to the ship was already exhausting.
If possible, he doesn't want to go through that kind of hardship again.
"Seventh Brother, your son is also spending money recklessly, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
Feng Jiaqing then turned his attention to Feng Jialing, who remained silent.
"Why should we interfere? Our son has grown up and has his own ideas now."
Feng Jialing chuckled and waved his hand, "Besides, this amount of money is nothing to them."
Although he said that, he was actually a little reluctant to spend the money.
"Look at you, you're so stingy with money."
Feng Ye said in a condescending tone, "If something can be solved with money, then solve it with money. Why make yourself so tired? You won't save much money anyway."
"Go ahead and do it."
Feng Jiaqing snorted, said nothing more, and turned to carry the dried fish again.
Feng Ye made a childish face at his father, then his expression turned serious as he looked at the crowd gathered around the bow of the Rising Sun.
"I only need six people, one yuan each, and they will be paid after the work is done."
These words immediately caused an uproar among the surrounding crowd.
"I'll do it! I'll do it..."
"Choose me, I'm strong..."
"I...I...I..."
Regardless of gender, everyone raised their hands and shouted loudly, as if afraid they wouldn't be seen.
A sack of dried fish is quite heavy, but for these people who are used to hard labor, it's not a problem at all.
One dollar per person isn't much, but it doesn't take much time either.
People naturally wouldn't miss such a temporary opportunity to earn extra money.
"You, you, you, and you..."
Since he didn't know any of them, Feng Ye randomly picked six of the most robust-looking people from the crowd.
The six people whose names were chosen immediately broke into excited smiles. They quickly climbed onto the boat and began to work hard.
Many hands make light work.
Before long, all 10,000 jin of dried fish were weighed and loaded onto the truck, without even breaking a sweat.
The only problem was that the weighing process was a little slow, which delayed things; otherwise, we could have finished earlier.
After all the items were weighed, Boss Zeng checked the numbers.
The quantity was 10,000 jin, but after removing the skin, there were still more than ten jin left over.
He simply took out his money and paid the bill immediately.
The onlookers stared wide-eyed as he pulled a wad of hundred-yuan bills from his briefcase.
Many people live for decades and never see so much money at once.
"Damn, how much money is that?!"
"He truly lives up to his reputation as a big boss; he can just casually pull out a bunch of hundred-yuan bills..."
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