After seeing the small boat and Boss Jiang off, Feng Ye happily clenched his fist and waved: "Yay!"
"Haha, this trip was totally worth it, we made a fortune..."
Ah-chan laughed heartily, dancing with joy.
Feng Jialing excitedly added, "Yes, it's almost 3,000 yuan. I never dared to dream of it before. It would have taken me almost two years to earn that much, but now I can earn it in a single day."
"Dad, how dare you say that? You knew there were so many small yellow croakers here, but you didn't tell me."
Ah-chan retorted, "If it weren't for Brother Ye finding out, we would have missed our chance to make a fortune."
Feng Ye glared at him: "Ah Can, how dare you talk to your father like that?"
Feng Jialing waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I really didn't remember. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have realized that the croaker season had arrived."
Feng Ye smiled and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about these depressing things. Let's talk about something happy."
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Ah-Can quickly added, "We've made so much money today, we should treat ourselves. How about we go to the island for a meal later?"
"Of course, isn't the point of making money to spend it?"
"Then I want to eat braised pork."
"No problem, there's plenty of braised pork, you can eat as much as you want, even if you're sick of it."
"Another plate of salted duck, and some braised pork trotters in vinegar, and some pork with lychee..."
Ah-chan enthusiastically listed out the dishes he wanted to eat.
Feng Ye wanted to laugh: "This is Zhejiang Province. Apart from braised pork, we probably don't have any of those things you mentioned here."
"ah?"
Ah-Can was dumbfounded. "What should I do? I've been craving it for so long."
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Zhejiang cuisine, like Fujian cuisine, is one of the eight major cuisines of China, so there must be a lot of delicious food here."
"Alright then, let's try some of the local specialties. I just don't know what's good."
"You'll find out when we get to the store..."
Feng Jialing listened with a smile, without interrupting.
But suddenly, his smile vanished, and he exclaimed, "Oh no, we forgot to call home to let them know we're safe!"
Upon hearing Feng Jialing's words, both of them were taken aback, and then realized the seriousness of the matter.
Feng Ye slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Damn, I'm done!"
Ah-Can asked, "Then what should we do? Should we go get it now?"
Feng Ye glanced at his watch, his brows furrowing. "It's almost 9:30. Will anyone be able to answer? I doubt anyone from the village committee will be there."
"Let's give it a try. If we don't call home, they probably won't be able to sleep. It's only a little past 9 o'clock now, what if someone's still there?"
Feng Jialing said, "Here's what we'll do: you and A-Can go to the island and find a place to make a phone call. I'll wait here for Boss Jiang to bring the baskets back."
"Alright."
Feng Ye and A-Can quickly jumped off the boat and ran towards the island.
Although it was quite late, the dock was still bustling with people, and many boats were waiting to sell their goods.
"Brother Ye, it's so late, the post office must be closed. Is there anywhere I can make a phone call?"
These days, it's not easy to find a place to make a phone call.
Installing a telephone is expensive; the installation fee alone can range from several thousand to tens of thousands of yuan, and the monthly fixed fee is also tens or hundreds of yuan.
Who among ordinary families could afford this?
Only government agencies and wealthy business owners can afford to put on such a show.
Feng Ye had considered installing one, and even went to the post office to inquire about the price, but then gave up on the idea.
Too expensive.
It's not that I can't afford to pretend, it's just that there's no need.
If you need anything, just call the village committee.
“It may be hard to find elsewhere, but there are definitely guesthouses.”
"We're not going to stay somewhere. If we're just making phone calls, do you think they'd let us?"
Ah-chan was somewhat worried.
Feng Ye frowned; this possibility couldn't be ruled out.
He thought for a moment: "If the guesthouse won't let us make a call, then we'll go to the police station. They'll definitely let us make a call there."
"ah?"
"If you're in trouble, go find a police officer!"
They randomly asked a passerby for directions to the guesthouse, and the two of them jogged there.
The guesthouse was not located near the dock, but rather at the end of a street.
Compared to the bustling dock area, this street was much quieter and darker, with hardly anyone walking around; it was quite deserted.
Most of the locals had turned off their lights and gone to sleep; from a distance, only the light above the guesthouse entrance was still on.
The two rushed inside.
However, less than two minutes later, Feng Ye pulled the cursing Ah Can out.
"Damn it, what's so great about you?"
"What's so great about a lousy waiter? He can't even make phone calls."
"It's only a few o'clock, why go to sleep? You'll have plenty of time to sleep when you die."
"Damn it, it's not like they're not going to pay."
"Grass mud horse..."
When they entered the guesthouse, it was empty. Only when they got closer did they find a person sleeping on a small bed behind the counter.
Surprisingly, this person, despite being quite young, had a terrible temper when he woke up. After being woken up, he asked impatiently if he needed accommodation.
As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face, so Feng Ye smiled and said politely that it was nothing, he just wanted to make a phone call.
However, as soon as he said that, the man flew into a rage, hurling insults at the two of them.
Ah-Can, with his fiery temper, couldn't stand it and immediately flew into a rage, launching into a tirade of insults.
Feng Ye was also furious, but he restrained himself, grabbed A-Can, and turned to leave.
If we let Ah-chan continue arguing with the other person, the conflict could escalate into a full-blown fight.
The two outsiders couldn't possibly win over the locals.
The final result is predictable: they will be taken to the police station and detained for ten days to half a month.
This is not what they want.
They're here to make money, not to go to jail.
"Damn it, how could such a thing have appeared? This is outrageous..."
"Forget it, Ah-Can, don't bother with this kind of person."
Feng Ye comforted him, "Calm down. Don't cause trouble when you're out and about. Just bear with it, we'll make the call somewhere else."
"What a damn bad luck! I should have just gone to the police station instead of that damn guesthouse. I wouldn't have gotten yelled at for no reason."
Ah-Can was still seething with anger, and as he spoke, he cursed again, "Damn it..."
Feng Ye interrupted him from continuing his rant, reminding him, "When we get to the police station, watch your temper and don't explode at the slightest provocation."
"Most people in the police station are reasonable, but there are a few who are hot-tempered and unreasonable. Try not to provoke them."
"Otherwise, if you anger them, they might arrest you, beat you up, or lock you up for a few days, which would be bad."
Ah-Can nodded: "Don't worry, Brother Ye, I know what a police station is like, I'll know what to do."
"Good to know. If it really doesn't work, we can always go to the post office and make a call tomorrow..."
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