At 7:30 the next morning, Feng Ye arrived at the dock carrying the clothes that Ye Qingling had packed.
After waiting for about ten minutes, a white ship appeared on the distant sea.
Only when it got closer could I see clearly that it was a very beautiful ship by today's standards.
This is a yacht with the words "Chengfeng" printed on its bow.
A yacht suddenly appeared in the small fishing village, naturally becoming an eye-catching sight and attracting the attention of all the fishermen at the dock and on the adjacent beach.
"Damn, this ship is so beautiful! What kind of ship is it?"
"This is called a yacht, something only rich people can afford."
"That's incredibly wealthy! That yacht must be worth hundreds of thousands, even millions!"
"Rich people's money is nothing; they can spend it without a second thought. Unlike us, we wish we could split every penny in half before spending it."
"If I could take a yacht ride just once, my life would be complete."
"Hey, what's this yacht doing coming to our village?"
"Who knows?..."
A large group of people were discussing it enthusiastically.
Meanwhile, the yacht had already anchored in deep water.
The tide is still out, so the yachts can't dock; they can only stay in deep water.
Feng Ye jumped onto his family's small wooden boat, and Feng Jiaqing rowed it towards the yacht.
Last night he anticipated that the boat that was supposed to pick him up wouldn't be able to dock, so he simply asked his father to go out to sea later to help him retrieve the fish traps and longline fishing, so that he could be put on the boat at the same time.
"Is this the ship that came to pick you up?"
Feng Jiaqing rowed the boat, gazing at the yacht in the distance with envy in his eyes.
"The timing matches, it should be correct."
"I really want to go up and sit on it, and see what it's like to be on a yacht?"
"When I have money, I'll buy you a boat and let you sail out to sea every day until you get tired of it."
Feng Jiaqing said irritably, "By the time you can afford it, my bones will probably be strong enough to be used as a drum!"
“Dad, don’t underestimate people…”
"Do I need to look down on you? Yachts are toys for the rich, not for fishermen. You should focus on making money to buy your own fishing boat."
Feng Ye didn't want to argue with his father.
There will be fishing boats, and yachts can also be provided.
It's just a matter of time.
Upon closer inspection, Feng Ye estimated that the yacht was approximately eighteen meters long and five meters wide.
To others, the yacht was luxurious, but to him, it was just so-so.
He had seen many yachts in his past life, some as luxurious as they could be, but he had never actually boarded one.
He had ridden in fishing boats before, sometimes spending some money to ride in other people's fishing boats to fish in the open sea.
A figure leaned out from the bow deck, waving and shouting, "Is that Xiao Feng?"
"President Qin, it's me."
Feng Ye also waved in response.
"It's more convenient from the aft deck."
"Yes, Mr. Qin."
Feng Jiafa had already heard this and continued rowing the small wooden boat towards the stern of the yacht.
Upon reaching the stern, Feng Ye discovered that the yacht's aft deck had been divided into two sections, one higher and one lower.
The lower section was designed as a sunken, sloping surface, with the other end extending into the water.
This is clearly designed for catching big fish; it's unclear whether it was originally designed this way or modified to look like this.
This is starting to resemble the design of a fishing boat.
Of course, there are no professional fishing boats in China at this time.
"Father, I'm leaving."
Feng Ye said something, jumped onto the sunken deck of the yacht, and then waved to Feng Jiaqing.
"be safe."
"I know."
Feng Ye climbed the stairs to the normal aft deck and saw four people standing on the foredeck, one of whom was Qin Aijun.
He walked over and greeted him, "President Qin."
"Xiao Feng, let me introduce you."
"This is Xiao Feng. He's incredibly lucky. The grouper you ate last night was caught by him. We listened to him completely on this trip. Wherever he told us to fish, we went."
Feng Ye then realized that the spotted rat had already ended up in their stomachs.
Perhaps, like that yellow croaker, it was taken away by Fatty Nie in a speedboat.
"Really?"
A short, stout middle-aged man looked at it suspiciously.
"Don't you know who I, Qin Aijun, am? Have I ever lied to anyone?"
Qin Aijun then introduced Feng Ye: "He is Yang Chenghe, the general manager of the Third Municipal Construction Company."
"Hello, Mr. Yang."
Feng Ye greeted him politely but firmly.
I have absolutely no recollection of this person or this company.
However, judging from the company's name, it seems to be a state-owned enterprise under the city government.
Then, Qin Aijun introduced the other two people.
The tallest and strongest of the four, standing at 1.8 meters tall, was named Song Jianguo.
The last one had a square face, wore glasses, and had almost no expression on his face, giving the impression that he was extremely cunning.
This person's name is quite interesting; it's Hao Aiguo.
Actually, there's nothing wrong with names; plenty of people are named after things that reflect the times, such as Patriotism, Founding of the Nation, Founding of the Army, and National Day.
The key point is that this person's surname is Hao, which is associated with patriotism...
Qin Aijun did not explain what the two people behind him did.
Feng Ye didn't ask any questions, treating them as business associates and addressing them as General Manager Song and General Manager Hao respectively.
In fact, he already had a guess in his heart that the two men were probably not simple people, and were most likely officials.
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