The cost of six catties of squid, based on his purchase price, is only 3.6 yuan.
After being dried, its value immediately doubled, reaching 7.2 yuan.
He'd been eyeing this lucrative opportunity for a long time.
I didn't have the opportunity before, and I was a little embarrassed to bring it up.
Now that Feng Ye has brought it up, of course he's willing.
He then reciprocated, saying, "Well then, you want squid, right? I won't make any money off you. I'll give you whatever amount I buy, and you don't need to pay for the travel expenses."
"Uncle Fa, you can't go back on your word."
Feng Ye said with a smile.
A gentleman's word is as good as his bond.
"Okay, it's settled then."
Not taking advantage of a good deal is the act of a bastard.
Moreover, although it may seem like Feng Jiafa is working for free, he can earn back his investment from the dried squid and even make more money, so he is not actually losing out.
Cooperation between the two sides results in a win-win situation.
That very evening, to show his sincerity, Feng Jiafa delivered the first batch of squid, weighing over 5,000 jin (2,500 kg), to the workshop immediately after receiving the goods.
Just as he said, the unit price was based on the purchase price, only 60 cents.
This caused the lights in the workshop to flicker late into the night, only going out after all the squid had been slaughtered.
Meanwhile, Feng Ye and A Can were already fast asleep, like logs.
They didn't participate in the squid slaughter; they went to bed early.
Because they were preparing to set sail at dawn.
With the Dong Sheng, they will likely have very few opportunities to sail out to sea to fish again.
So they wanted to go one last time, as their farewell performance on the Rising Sun.
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